Pairing -> Rebecca Bloomwood x Luke Brandon from the Shopaholic series by Sophie Kinsella
Synopsis -> This takes place during their time in New York City (fyi - Luke is not controlling and they have a healthy relationship. Rebecca is just a shopaholic.)
Warning -> +18 smut MDNI! blowjob, missionary, very vanilla
a/n -> Hi guys! This might come as a surprise since I am an Nct/kpop based account but I got hooked reading the shopaholic series and was super bummed when I found out there were literally no fanfics available :(. So, I had to quench my own thirst. This is my first time writing explicit content, so I hope you all do enjoy it!
comments, likes, and reblogs are always highly appreciated <3
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Divider credits to @cursed-carmine <3
“Becky,” Luke says in a stern yet calm voice, “the joint bank statement came in and frankly darling we need to talk.”
Gosh darn it! If only the crystal jewelry stall wasn’t there to entice me! How could I have not! The pink crystal rock simply caught my attention and the seller talked about how pink crystals bring inner calm and emotional balance. Not only that, but she brought out different crystals for different benefits, and she asked me when my birthday was and showed me my birthstone crystal - and it was so totally fab!
I thought of Luke, Suze, Mom, Dad, and Danny, so I had to buy their birthstone crystals. It’s all about inner peace, tranquility, and protection so who wouldn’t want that for their loved ones? Yes, it was an investment for our mental well being. Like they always say, health is wealth.
She also brought out jade bracelets, bangles, and rings so I had to get them! She said jade protects you from bad things and only breaks once it’s done its job. Even bought a jade ring for Luke, well rings, because I wasn’t sure of his size and if he would even wear them. I must make sure he wears them.
I immediately wore my crystal stones and jade bangles right after I purchased them, because I have to protect my inner zen! I’m wearing the pink crystal stone as my necklace, a green jade ring on my middle finger, and two jade bangles on my left hand - one green and one purple and both look utterly fab! I must ring Suze about this.
I’m praying that Luke doesn’t notice my new jewelries - I mean my aesthetically crafted protector. Oftentimes, Luke doesn’t notice it because I do a great job at hiding the shopping bags and he just assumes I’ve always had these things.
But other times, he surprises me like when I wanted to buy the new tartan Burberry trench coat and he quickly recalled that, “I just bought the beige and red Burberry trench coat and I would be known as the Girl with the Burberry Trench Coat and it would all be fab.” I could really do without all those quotation marks and him knowing my habits is truly a downside to living together.
I must write to the bank and ask exactly when they deliver the joint statements - yes yes that should work. Next time, I should hide the joint statement somewhere before “accidentally” smearing it with ketchup again (the whiteout did not worked out last time). Hmmm…maybe I should try mustard next. Yes, I must try to see its effectiveness.
“Well, hello to you too Luke. How was your day Becky? Mine was fantastic. How was yours, Luke? Fine, business as usual. That’s how most couples greet each other.” I retort.
He narrows his eyes at me and strides across the room. “Sorry Becky, how was your day?” He gives me a small peck on the lips before tucking my hair in my ear.
“It was fab. I saw a…” wait. This isn’t a good time to bring up the pink stone crystals and the jade bangles. Darn it. “…a crow eating a pizza slice at the park.” Lightly laughing and settling my bags down.
“That is certainly a humorous observation dear. Becky, can we please talk about this? I just want to go over it, that’s it love.” He holds up that aggravating piece of paper. Life is more than just numbers on a sheet people!
He looks sincere and concern and damn him for being so logical and kind but I may or may have not been a bit hasty with my purchases this month…it was all because of the sales! I’m saving money and investing it.
I reassuringly press a chaste kiss on his lips. “Of course dear, just let me wash up real quick and we can get to talking,” I warmly rub his chest up and down with my hand.
He kisses my forehead and presses his forehead against mine. “Certainly darling, go freshen up first.” He gives me a small kiss on the cheek before retiring to the kitchen.
Ok. Game plan. After being together for awhile, I learn that offense is the best defense when it comes to Luke.
hmmmm
I turn on the shower and twiddle for a bit. I automatically reach for my Loccitane shower oil (it was 25 percent off), and mix it with Beach Day body wash from Bath and Bodywork’s before slathering it on my loofah. Hey, a girl likes to experiment with different scents!
My mind was busy coming up with a strategy for this talk with Luke, hand automatically resumes its position of washing my body. Light bulb! Maybe mindlessly washing my body did help because I find myself reaching for the razor.
“Just one last touch up,” I say to myself. My lips were glossy. Hair was blowy. My boobs were perky. Maybe I should push it a bit more, yup there it is. I apply more lotion to make sure my skin glistens even from a far and it doesn’t hurt that it’s one of Luke’s favorite scent on me. I tighten the silky robe around me because I can’t be too obvious with my intentions.
I saunter into the living with my silky robe graciously flowing right behind me and I find Luke sitting on the couch. Perfect. He gazes up to me and gives me an unexplainable stare. “What are you wearing?” He cocks his head.
“My robe?” I cock back.
He looks right back at me, “you usually wear your old Calvin Klein tshirt at home though,” he puzzles.
“Well, I like to wear whatever I want and today I want to feel fab.”
“I see.” He picks up the joint statement and drops the cup of whiskey on the table, “Becky, can we please?” He trails off and eyes the paper.
“Of course,” I sultry walk over to him and perch right over his lap - effectively straddling him.
He raises an eyebrow, “what are you doing?”
I mirror his action. Confidence Becky. Remember confidence! “I’m here to discuss our financials. Do you not discuss financials with your business partners?” I say as a matter-of-factly. I wrap my hand around his nape and lightly twiddle with the back of his hair.
“I do but it’s normally in a meeting room and not them perched on my lap like this.” His mouth twitches in an upside grin.
I give a big sigh, “well, if you insist.” Before I could even unstraddle myself from him, he firmly holds me by the waist.
“This is fine too,” a twinkle of gleam flashes in his eyes.
“Becky, like I said last time darling, the card is for things pertaining to our lives.”
“Yes yes , I know and I’ve only been using it for things pertaining to our lives.”
“Hmm as far as I’m concerned a Miu Miu skirt is still not a household expense.” He glances at the paper.
Oops…I may or may not bought another Miu Miu skirt after our last conversation. It’s not my fault that all that talking lead me to the closest Miu Miu store.
“How can it not be when it’s in the house?”
“Still not a household expense Becky.”
I cross my arms, “Well, I still consider it as a household expense.”
He soothes my arm up and down, as if he’s preparing to say something I don’t like. “We talked about this. Household expense refers to food, fuel, household products etc.”
“Yeah and I remember telling you that your definition is quite frankly limited. You said things pertaining to our lives. Everything we do pertains to our life, does it not?” I gleefully smile in my head.
Yes, that was a very good speech, maybe I should become a script writer? I mean, I am living in the capital of broadway and who knows a director might just fall in love with my writing, and I’ll have my own tv and or movie production. Yes, definitely! But first, I have to deal with this.
“I understand where you’re coming from Becky but it doesn’t mean you should spend $700 at Jimmy Choo’s, $200 at Bath and Bodywork’s, $300 at Sephora, and…” he glances again at the paper to make sure he’s not reading it wrongly, “$400 at Victoria’s Secret.” he exasperate a sigh, “all this and more in one month.”
Gosh, when he puts it in that way it makes seem that I did spent a lot of money. But it was all on sale, so it was basically a steal! Never mind that, it’s time to implement the game plan.
I subtly grind myself on him and give him the biggest doe-eye. “I know sweetheart that you’re stress about this,” I gave a small peck on his left cheek, “but if you must know, it was all on sale,” and gave him another kiss on his right cheek.
My actions seem to fluster him since it took him awhile to fully respond. “Just because something is on sale doesn’t mean you need to buy it. You’re actually wasting money and not saving money if you don’t need it.” He says fully compose as if my actions did not rile him up. It’s ok, this was only phase one of the plan.
But how. dare. he. Everyone knows you have to buy it if it’s on sale because, eventually, we will need it!
I grind on him a bit harder than last time, I could tell he was trying to stifle a moan, and softly scratch the back of his head. He has never said it out loud but he loves it when I do this - he gets all mushy and soft.
“First of all, the shoes from Jimmy Choo’s and the beauty products from Sephora are an investment for my career. I’m a personal shopper in the heart of New York City, so of course I have to dress to impress my clients. They wouldn’t want a total unfab person styling them. Would they?”
His eyes soften a bit at my words. I give a chaste kiss on the lips before moving on to my next point. “Bath and Bodywork’s is a household product even according to your limited definition of it.”
He raises an eyebrow, “how so?”
“Well, for starters, they sell a wide range of products from lotion, body wash, body spray, hand sanitizers and even candles! We literally use all of it.”
His mouth lightly twitches at my response. “Touché my love. Touche. But frankly, I can do without the candles because, anymore, we can have our own candle shop!” He dryly replies. “We could also do without a million bloody body wash and shampoos in our bathroom.”
Oops. He’s referring to the fact that I leave opened body wash all over the bathroom.
Luke is right about the amount of candles we have in our apartment but it’s too hard to resist when each and every one of them smells different.
Instead of replying to him, I pepper kisses all over his jawline and god do I love the smell of his aftershave. I find myself licking the column of his neck and leaving bites all over it. He tastes so delicious and I guess I bit a sensitive spot a bit too hard, which was totally not on purpose. I separate myself from him and let’s out a strain whine. “Is that all sweetheart? I would like to ring up Suze after this.” Once again, I pretend to untangle myself from him but he possessively holds my waist with one hand and squeezes my ass with the other.
“Not yet Becky. What about the $400 Victoria’s Secret purchase? Isn’t it a bit frivolous?” His hands planted firmly by my hipbone and he subtly grinds me against him. I could feel how hard and firm he is even through the thick layers of his trousers. The friction is wonderful and there is no doubt a huge stain of arousal will be left as a stain.
Self control Becky. Remember, self control.
I hum thoughtfully despite the friction that was building between the two of us. “If you think my purchases at Victoria’s Secret is frivolous,” I unwrap his hands around me and place it right in front of his chest, “then I guess you don’t want to know what’s underneath this robe.” I whisper in his ear.
He growls. Hook. Line. Sinker. The paper falling wherever it lands. He couldn’t care less.
He skillfully unties my robe and sees that I’m adorn in a lacy baby lingerie. One of his favorites. The bra is a size too small and barely does a job of covering my boobs. My nipples are poking through the lacy material and I could feel it harden through his gaze. He pinches my nipple while his other his finger on the other hand shallowly enters me. Calmly pumping in and out. He reciprocates my earlier actions and leaves bruising love bites all over my neck.
Thank god I bought new concealer the other day from Sephora. See? And he thinks this is all unnecessary.
He kisses down from my neck, to my collarbone, to my chest and just as he is about to reach my nipple…I push him away. I keep a cool exterior because I didn’t want to give in - not yet. However, he lets out a low grunt as a response.
“Is this what happens when you discuss financial matters with your partners, Mr.Brandon? Seems quite…unprofessional.”
He cocks his head and stretches his neck out, allowing me to view my painted artwork on his neck. His eyebrows furrows and gazes right at me without saying anything.
I feel as if I’m slowly melting in the pool of his eyes but I triumphantly gaze back. He finally lets out a throaty laugh and swiftly flips me over. “Fuck Becky, this is what you were aiming for all along?” He traces a finger dangerously over my left cheek. His legs are on either side of my waist - completely trapping me.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I feign ignorance despite the fact I was exactly where I wanted to be.
He slowly unbuttons his shirt, “You.” He lowly drags out the “u”.
“Don’t.” He throws away his shirt on the floor, dusting away on the ground with the joint statement.
“Know.” He unbuckles his belt. Clink. God, my favorite sound in the world.
“What.” The sound of him taking off his belt is music to my ears.
“I’m.” He unzips his trousers.
“Talking.” His pants are off. Fuck, he looks magnificent. His pecs glistens under the light and his chiseled abs is firm and strong.
“About.” Boxers off. His erected cock standing loud and proud. He strokes his cock with one hand and leaves feather touches on my lips with the other. “Baby, this is what you were waiting for right?” He slips in thumb in my mouth. Preventing me from talking. I swirl around his thumb and suck on it like I would suck his dick.
“Fuck baby.” He rolls his eyes backwards. “You’ve been testing my patience lately huh? You’ve been so bratty spending all my money.”
He brings forward his tips to my lips and says, “kiss it.” I give the tip a quick peck before I roll my tongue around the the tip. Lightly sucking in the head. I release the head and sensually lick up and down his shaft while maintaining eye contact. He closes his eyes at this and moans out loud.
I maintain going up and down his shaft a couple times before enveloping his cock in my mouth. He’s too big for me take all of him at once. So, I take what I can in my mouth and pump the rest of him with my hand.
He takes a firm hold of head and pushes it further in my mouth.
“You ok love?” He asks with a concern tone.
I quickly nod to show him that I am ok.
“Tap my thighs if it’s too much.” He vigorously shoves his dick in and out of my throat until the tip reaches my throat. Sweats profusely streams down my forehead and I focus on my breathing to my nose. It was too sexy to hear him moan and give in to me.
He shallowly resumes pushing his cock in and out of my mouth. “Fuck fuck fuck I’m coming,” he desperately breathes out. White cum seeds deliciously assaults my mouth and I savor each and every one of it.
Luke is also breathing heavily from his release. The image of me in my tight baby blue lingerie with my swollen lips that was just full of his cock gets him hard again.
He tastes himself on my lips. Tongue and teeth battling each other for dominance. The exchange of tongue, saliva, and teeth baring with each other muffles out the sound of our moans. Amidst the battle, he inserts a finger in my pussy.
“Fuck, you’re already all so wet. Don’t even need to prep you. ” Unlike the previous ministration where he was slowly teasing me, each pump is faster by the second and my brain is all dizzy and woozy from his actions. At some point, he inserts a second finger, I could feel the familiar heat bubbling up and ready to come out. He continues to pump in and out of my pussy with his fingers at an undeniable speed. Just as the familiar heat was about to burst, he stops his ministration.
“Luke!” I cry out loud.
He gives me a cocky smile. “I know. I want you to cum in me.” He leaves more bites on the column of my neck, and peppers kisses all way down till he reaches my chest. He pulls down the barely covered cups. He circles the aerolas of my left breast and pinches my nipple on the other. Giving equal treatment to both. He finally takes in the tip in his mouth and strongly sucks on it. Enveloping the rest of my boob fat as much as he can.
I’m overstimulated at all the sensations I’m feeling at once. His mouth on my boob, his hand pinching and kneading my other breast, and his cock slowly entering me.
He’s sucking in so much of my boob, that there is no doubt bruises and marks will be left. He releases my boob with a pop and straightens himself, so he can properly enter me. “Ready?”
“yes,” I whine out. The feel of his big cock entering me is slow and torturous and I yell out a heavy cry. Then, I can feel his deep in me. Reaching for the right places.
“Can I move now?” He pants out and I nod in return. He starts off slow with his stroke and gradually increases his pace. “Fuck Becky. You’re so tight.” He falls down back on my chest and sucks in the other boob while pinching the other one with his fingers.
My mind is numb from the feel of his cock in me and the added pleasure of his tongue sucking my boob. He sucks in small bites on boob fat and licks them all in one. “Fuck baby. This is what you wanted huh? To distract me? First it was the ketchup, then the whiteout, now this. What’s next? Mustard?” His stroke against me is now faster and stronger than ever.
Truly what a disadvantage and fuck him for ruining my plan.
“Fuck I’m close, Luke.”
“Hmm,” he thoughtfully sounds out. “Not until you say you’re sorry.”
“Please Luke,” I plea. I had done nothing wrong but damn him for not letting me come.
“No. Not until you say you’re sorry.”
I shake my head. “No.” I cry out loud.
“Then you don’t get to come,” he tsks. “Going to edge you all night and leave you with nothing till you’re a crying mess.” He whispers right by my ear.
He’s hitting all the right spots. The pleasure feels too good. Surely, he wouldn’t let me? No no he absolutely would. He’s done that before. He won’t let me come until I right my wrongs.
“Please please please Luke,” I breathe out.
“Apologize first.” His voice starts to be shaky, indicating he was also close.
He stops stroking and I let out a high pitch whine before he can fully take it from me. “No! I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry Luke,” I automatically ramble on.
He smirks, “was that so hard my sweet girl?” He brushes away my wet hair from my face. “My baby always knows to listen to me.” He kisses my mouth with fury while fully inserting his cock back in me again.
“Please please Luke,” I mumble desperately against him.
“I know baby. Just a bit more. Come with me.” He viciously strokes against me again, building the momentum that was lost and with one final stroke - White sea of cums explode in me.
He peppers kisses all over my face until he reaches my lips and deepens the kiss. I can taste the saltiness of his sweat mingling its way to our interconnected lips. The kiss was heated yet tender as if he’s apologizing for the roughness of his actions. “You ok sweetheart?” He gazes at me to look for any signs of uncomfortableness or hurt.
“Just peachy,” I beam back at him with a smile. Still high from our lovemaking session. “It was perfect.” I kiss him back with the same intensity and passion as he had.
“That’s just fab,” he jokes. He presses a long kiss on my forehead while tucking my hair behind my ear.
“Are you mad at me?” I stare in his eyes.
He shakes his head. “I’m not mad my sweet girl. Just, promise me you’ll reign in the spending?” He lets out a light laugh to dissipate the heavy atmosphere.
“I’ll try.” I capture his lips and interlock it with his.
“Let’s take a bath and rest up. What do you think of pizza and a movie for tonight’s dinner?”
I peck him on the lips and nuzzle myself into his neck, “that sounds perfect.” It’s hard to untangle ourselves from each other once we start cuddling. He’s always so big, warm, and comfortable. The way he’s my pillow on most nights. I let the blissful silence of our breathing take over the conversation and almost lull myself to a state of sleepiness. “Wait,” I say.
Luke draws a confuse look on his face, as I slip out out of his warm hold. “Where are you going love?”
I disappear and reappear in front of him within seconds - clutching the small items in my hand. “Luke baby try these.” I’m back in his warm embrace and slip the jade rings onto his fingers - determining which one fits the best.
He kisses me on my temple, “more shopping dear? After what we talked about?” He nuzzles himself into my neck and tightens his embrace around me.
“It’s not just shopping. This is for your protection!” I say defiantly.
He unmuzzles himself from my neck and quirks his eyebrow, “protection how?” And smooches my shoulder before propping his chin up against it.
“It protects you from evil and bad energy, and if it breaks, it means it has done its job protecting you.” I examine his hand and pick the ring on his middle finger since it fits him perfectly.
I remove the rest of the rings from his fingers. I can give the others to Dad, Danny, and maybe Tom needs one too. Wait, maybe not Tom because Janice and Martin will still think I have the hots for him. Yuck! Definitely not Tom. Oh! But Tarquin could definitely use it.
“Hmmm,” he hums. “I can protect myself well enough without it darling.”
“I want to protect you from evil people like Alicia Bitch Long Legs.” I sincerely look into his eyes with a slight pout. “Promise me you’ll wear it till it breaks?” I hold out my pinky ring to him - waiting for it to interlink.
His eyes glimmers in awe and lets out a deep laugh. “I promise I’ll wear it till it breaks,” he links his pinky finger with mine and seals it with a kiss.
He then sprinkles smooches on my inner wrist. “Thank you for protecting me. Especially from evil people like Alicia Bitch Long legs.” A Cheshire grin adorns my face.
“Thank you for always caring about me,” and he pins against me with a fiery kiss on the lips. “I’m so lucky to have you in my life.” He whispers on my lips.
“I’m so lucky to have you, Luke.” I return his passionate kiss.
We were both heaving by the end of it and he leans his forehead against mine. “I’m feeling sticky now. I could go for that bath.”
He pecks one last time on my nose. “Of course, we can even light up one of those bloody candles!” I lovingly beam at him before he carries me away to the tub.
Pairing -> Farmer!Oh Sion x Cow!Female Reader (yes, u read that correctly). Mentions of Moothew.
Genre -> Slice of life.WC 1.9k.
Warning -> Implications of death, brief mention of blood.
Author’s Note -> Had a thought the other day.
Oh Sion was there from the second you came out of this world all slimy and wet from the womb - bleating for warmth from the unknown. "Welcome to the world Little Moo Moo," he pressed his hands on your slimy body to check for clear airway. You trembled under his brief touch and he wrapped his arms around your small body and carried you closer to dip you in some sort of mysterious liquid. It was a different type of wet sensation but Sion brought you such great comfort. He took you out from the mysterious liquid and brought you to your mother where she licked your fur up and you nuzzled under her embrace. "Drink up Little Moo Moo, you must grow up big and strong." There was a warm endearing smile on his face as you suckled on your mother's udder.
Like clockwork, Sion would come in when the morning sun had risen and greeted you with his bright smile, "Morning Little Moo Moo, morning Mommy Moo Moo." You suckled and nuzzled under your mother's touch. It was a haven to be cooped up in the pen with just your mother and your face always lit up when Sion visited. Once you grew stronger and no longer stumbled and struggled to stand on your four feet, Sion herded you and your mother to a pen where all the other cows and calves gathered: some calves were playing with each other, some minded their own business, and others sneered at you. You took a step back, wailed and cuddled up to Sion. "Woah Little Moo Moo, what's happening?" Your little head butted the side of his body and you wailed again. Your mother licked you from your head, to your spine, all the way down to your anus as a way to comfort you but you still cried. All you wanted was to go back to the little coop where only you, you mother, and Sion existed.
Sion bent down to your eye level, "are you scared Little Moo Moo?" He asked in a comforting voice. You let out a sound that Sion could only interpret it as a yes. He soothed the flat surface of your nose and chuckled, "the first time is always the hardest, but don't worry, your mommy is here and I'll always be here." Your cries died down as Sion continued to comfort you. "You're going to have so much fun here that you're going to forget about me." The familiar tease in his tone brought you a wave of warmth.
Sion was right - first time was always the hardest. When Sion left the large barn, you stuck to your mother all the time that she had to nudge you and encourage you play with all the calves. "No," you cried out and suckled her udders when you were in distressed. You were so shy and hesitant that other calves felt hesitant to approach you, until one calf moved in next door to you.
"Hi! I'm Moothew! Wanna play?" The hyperactive and cherry bright eyed calf next door asked you. Despite all your shyness, bit by bit, Moothew brought you out of your shell and played with you every single day - he even introduced you to other friends!
"What do we have here?" Sion observed all the calves frolicking around the grass field with each other. He watched as you head butted the other calves in a friendly competition of Who Had the Strongest Head? and you victoriously won with all that liquid juice you've been drinking from your mother. "Look at you Little Moo Moo, I knew you would love it here." He beamed at you.
That was how days passed by for you. You suckled milk from your mother in the morning, grazed on fresh grass or dried hay depending on the weather, and played with all your other friends. In between all that, Sion would frequently check up on you and whispered his sweet words to you.
Once you no longer suckled milk from your mother's udders and grew as tall and strong as her, your body produced its own milk for the very first time - it was a rite of passage. "You're making your own milk now Little Moo Moo," Sion pointed out the first time it happened, "probably should stop calling you Little now, huh?" Sion noticed how your stature was now strong and mighty.
"No," you whined out to Sion but all he heard was a moo. You liked how your name rolled off his tongue - it was like a warm hug from him. He chuckled but you knew he understood you, he always did.
Now that you produced milk, you would see Sion even before the sun had risen. "Morning Little Moo Moo," he always whispered in the vast space of the barn. He connected a tube device to your udders and it milked your liquids. After the machine milked all your liquids, you grazed on your food and rested with Moothew and the other cows. It was crazy how you all used to be so small and now you were feeding Sion and the other people on the farm. "Can you believe how small we were?!" You asked Moothew.
"Right! Now I'm bigger than you!" Moothew was even stronger and bigger than you were! He head butted you in a gentle way to prove his point but you were slightly, physically hurt.
"Ouch!" You cried and Sion ran to check up on you.
"What happened?!" He examined the injury but was relief that it was nothing much. "You're getting so strong Moothew." He commented, "that could've been worse." His tone carried a hint of worried that went unnoticed by you and Moothew.
The next morning, once Sion and the machine were done milking you, you grazed on grass like usual but noticed Moothew and a few other bulls you grew up with were no longer around. However, the cows were still around. "Where's Moothew and the others?" You asked your mother who was no longer as strong and mighty as before.
"You'll see him sometime soon, dear." She chewed slowly on the grass. "This happens all the time - the bulls and the cows live separately." Your heart ached and dropped at your mother's statement. A life without Moothew?
"I saw Sion taking Moothew to the other barn." One of your cow friends piped up. The other barn was far away across from yours but you couldn't cross it because of the wired fence in between. You've seen the way it injured the others who attempted to cross the field. All you could do was moo loudly and hope that your voice carried all the way to Moothew.
That very night, you heard a faint and familiar moo from the barn across yours.
Even though Moothew was no longer part of your daily life, Sion, your mother, and others were still always around so life was good. Sion milked you and the others like usual. "Today's a special day Little Moo Moo," he flashed a smile at you, "are you excited to see Moothew?"
Your ears perked up at the mention of his name and you mooed affectionately, which brought out a hearty laugh from Sion. Sometime during the day later, Sion herded you and the cows to where the bulls were and you frolicked with Moothew like you used to - maybe even a bit more than that.
"How are you doing today Little Moo Moo?" Sion asked as he checked your body conditions for today. You let out a meek moo but he understood you, he always did. After that day with Moothew, you noticed how you moved slowly and it grew more challenging to perform your daily tasks. Until your mother and Sion made it known to you that you were pregnant with your own little calf. It was yours and Moothew's. Sion kept you with the other cows but once you felt the tension in your belly threatened to rip from underneath you, Sion separated you to a different barn - the same barn where you first met Sion.
All night long, you screamed out of agony while Sion and other people comforted you with their words until you popped out your little calf. You instinctively licked her up but not before Sion checked for her airway and dipped her in that mysterious liquid.
It was like Deja Vu, you spent the next couple of days and nights cuddled up with your calf while Sion gave you special care and attention. Once you and your calf were strong and better, Sion herded you both back to the barn where all the other cows laid. You couldn't wait to introduce your mother to your calf and for all the fun little bonding time together. But once Sion locked you and your calf in your designated area, you noticed there was another cow and calf next door to you instead of your mother.
"Where's my mother?" You asked the cow next door.
"Sion took her somewhere else." The cow across from you piped up. "Haven't seen her since."
"Oh," was all you muttered. Maybe Sion was just taking care of her like he did with you? You thought positively.
"Cute little calf," the cow next door complimented. "They could be friends." She gestured to her own offspring that somehow resembled a bit like Moothew.
No matter how many days and nights passed, you never saw your mother again. Although you were saddened by it, your daily routine kept you busy: milking in the morning, eating, playing with your calf, milking, eating, until night time had fallen and Sion whispered his sweet words to you again.
Once your calf grew stronger and bigger, Sion herded you to Moothew and did that process all over again.
"You're the best cow I've ever had." Sion would comment on one occasion when he saw how much milk you were still producing and you beamed at him with pride.
The days passed by in blurred lines. Your calf was no longer a calf but a cow and she stood proud and mighty all on her own. You watched from a far at how Sion beamed at her and others whenever he milked them. It had been awhile since your body had any liquid to milk left, so Sion stopped connecting the tubes to your udders. Even though your limbs were frail and you no longer produced milk, Sion never treated you any differently. "How are we today, Little Moo Moo?" He squatted down to your eye level where your eyes barely fluttered open.
Another meek moo was all you mustered. Sion tenderly touched your flat nose before he let out a sighed. "It's time."
The air felt different today; Sion had led you to the small barn where you used to give birth. Except this time, you had no baby inside you so it puzzled you as to why you were in the barn - the barn that brought you easiness, warmth, and comfort. However, Sion was acting a bit different today: a frown on his face, his eyebrows were pinched together, and his hold on you was tighter. Sion and the other farmers tied up your legs together with a rope so you couldn't move.
"What's happening?!" You cried but all the others ignored your little moos of despair.
"Thank you for everything, Little Moo Moo." Sion whispered in his sweet voice to you one last time. You noticed a shiny knife in his hand and before you could even respond, blood oozed out of your throat and your vision faded to black. Betrayed by the very one whom you trusted and cared for you.
It’s not on me if u guys decide to become vegetarian/vegan.
Thank you for reading xoxo!
Pairing -> Shy Barista!Park Jisung x Customer!Female Reader. Ft. Kim Jungwoo, Wong Hendery, and Zhong Chenle
Genre -> Fluff. Coffee Shop au.
Word Count -> 6k
Synopsis -> Your attempts at asking out the cute barista at the coffee shop you frequent.
Author’s Note :- The fourth installation of the miniseries; B E A N T H E R E baristas boys.
Hope you all enjoy :)!
PLEASE DO NOT PLAGIARISE, TRANSLATE, OR FEED MY WORK TO AN AI SYSTEM ON ANY PLATFORM!
It wasn't like his looks were the only thing that pulled you in. It was the way he interacted with the customers, his colleagues, and his soft and attentive mannerisms that hooked you in (and the small interactions with him felt like only you and him existed in the world).
You wished you could frequent B E A N T H E R E more often so you could see the world’s dreamiest barista, Jisung, but unfortunately, the location was way out of your usual route and you could only drop by when you had time to spare.
Life always moved in slow motion whenever you waited in line, your vision blurred your surroundings and focused only on Jisung: Your eyes locked on his toned arms and the way his veins popped out from the back of his hand and ran along the rest of him arm. His slender fingers elegantly worked the register and you almost didn’t hear what him talking. “Sorry, sorry, what was your question again?” You cleared up your dried throat since you didn't even realised that somehow, you moved up the line and he was speaking to you.
In a quiet and shy voice, Jisung asked, “what would you like to order?” He stared at you for a few seconds but quickly looked down.
“Uh, the iced caramel macchiato.” You cleared your throat, despite the soft volume of his voice, your ears melted listening to his deep and velvety voice compared to his cute appearance - a charming twist.
“Who do I make this out to?” He asked you.
You can make out with me. You took the opportunity to truly stare at him when he grabbed the empty cup beside him and a marker, prepared to write your name down: he had chiselled jawline, plumpy lips, and the cutest smile. His giant black frame endowed nicely with his features. Like a gigantic, cute hamster. Imagine how swollen it looks whe-
"Your name, miss?" He kindly repeated again in that honey-like voice of his.
That snapped you out again, from looking at him, to looking at him. Your body crawled with ants of embarrassment.If you’re single. Omg shut up. You meet a cute guy and this is what you do? I mean what else? If he’s single, and you’re sing-. He’s just there to do his job and that’s it. You’re the customer! So, you gave him your name and strategically sat down where you he was within earshot and viewshot; you even took out your phone and pretended to play on it but all you did was open and close the clock app and adjusted random timings on it.
While you waited for your drink, Jisung and Jungwoo had switched positions so Jungwoo was the one who was now taking care of the register, while the other baristas had their backs turned and busied themselves with customers' order.
Well.
Jungwoo muttered beside Jisung who was making your drink. “Why is he so pissy today?” However, the volume of Jungwoo's voice carried so the other baristas, Chenle and Hendery, heard his question as well.
“He’s always pissy.” Hendery, who was behind Jungwoo working the coffee machine, brushed off Chenle's behaviour. The machine grumbled and let out an air of steam as it completed its process.
“It’s because he found out his girlfriend has a tinder account.” Jisung softly snickered as he informed them. The coffee shop was loud enough with random chatters from other customers that the baristas' conversation drowned in the middle of it but because you sat near them, you listened intently to their exchange.
Chenle closed the newly finished beverage with a snap of the lid and gritted his teeth. “How many times have I said this?! She is not my girlfriend!" His voice was controlled yet slightly louder than the other baristas. "We are just friends!" He emphasised while he flanked his hands in the air as he held onto the beverage.
“That’s how you reacted when I even implied you guys were friends and now look at that.” Jisung aimed a sly smirk at Chenle.
“We just review foods and drinks!” Chenle's voice grew louder and louder which slowly caught the attention of some of the customers.
“Uhuh, you join her every time you’re off shift." Hendery wiggled his eyebrows at Chenle.
“I’m just interested in the food.” Chenle replied with a defense that he wasn't even sure he believed in.
“And her,” Jisung whispered and he threw a secret glance at you but you didn't noticed because you were on your phone.
Jungwoo teased and laughed, “he’s probably feeling insecure for the first time since she was talking to some genius doctor who cares about her because he wrote a super long message to her when he asked her out.” There were two people waiting in line but Jungwoo would rather pry on his colleague's lovelife than take some boring order; they could wait.
"Bitch, how do you know who the guy is? Actually no, irrelevant." Chenle sighed. “And he's not even a medical doctor.” His voice was no longer confined within their working area but extended to the whole coffee shop. Some customers had the decency to pretend to not stare at them while others straight up gawked at them but all the baristas couldn't care less if people were watching them.
“Actually, academic educators were the first ones to be referred to as doctors but eventually it was associated with medical professionals.” Jisung informed Chenle in soft tone. "Besides, I'm pretty sure that guy could've been a medical doctor if he wanted to."
“Sh-shut up Jisung," was all Chenle could mutter and his face was a little bit flushed from embarrassment.
"Excuse me, can I just get my drink?" A man with an annoyed look on his face spoke up.
"Excuse me? Excuse you. Can't you see that we're having a private conversation here?" Jungwoo retorted out loud.
"Yeah, no one asked for your opinion." Chenle scoffed at the customer.
"Honestly the audacity of some people these days." Hendery commented. "What a rude prick."
"Have some respect man." Jisung whispered. You muffled a chuckle at Jisung's comment that was left unheard by other customers.
"Listen," the man let out a displeased sighed, "I've been waiting for my drin-"
"Then continue to wait for it." Jungwoo rolled his eyes.
"But my drink-"
"If you want your drink fast and disgusting, you can go to shittybucks for that." Hendery defended. "We're not going to provide service to rude people like you."
With shaky hands and a small voice, "I just wanted my drink. It's the one in your hand - I see my name on it," he pointed to the beverage in Chenle's hand.
"Well, why didn't you say anything earlier?" Chenle asked bewildered, as if everything was the man's fault, but he handed the cup to the man. "Speak up man."
"You gotta stand up for yourself." Jisung murmured.
"How can we know what you're thinking if you're not saying anything." Hendery remarked.
"The audacity of people these days." Jungwoo shook his head in a disapproving manner. The man took the cup from Chenle but Jungwoo spoke up before the man could leave. "Tip?" Jungwoo had a cheesy grin on his face as he tilted the tip box towards the customer who begrudgingly inserted a measily bill inside the box.
The crowds' attention naturally dispersed when the man left the place with an irritated look on his face and all the baristas resumed attending to the customers. Jisung finished making your drink with a generous drizzle of caramel sauce that other customers would definitely have to pay for. He gently set the cup down with the straw and called out your name that rolled naturally off his tongue. “Iced caramel macchiato for yn."
Although your body wanted to jumped at him when he call your name, you hid your excitement by slowly getting up from the table and approached him with an eased strolled. You grabbed the drink with your right hand because you were holding your phone with your left hand with the phone screen facing outwards.
As you were thanking him, your phone flashed with a video call from, "my baby," your five-year-old nephew who loves calling you during odd hours. You let it ring for the time being with the intention of calling him back.
Meanwhile, Jisung's face and heart visibly dropped as he saw the caller ID. "You're a mommy?!" He gasped out loud without meaning to do that which caught the attention of the other baristas - their heads turned to you.
"Wh-" you followed his line of sight and peeked at what he was referring to but the call had ended. "Oh, that was just my nephew!" You explained to him, "wait, were you spying on me?" You asked him.
His eyes widened as he shook his head. "N-no I wa- I didn-, tip?" He swiftly directed the attention to the Tip Box and awkwardly shoved it in front of him.
With an uncomfortable silence, you took out your wallet and inserted a cash inside the box and left the place but not without noticing there was a smiley face beside your name, ":)".
The sweet and bitter scent of the coffee beans, as you and your twin brother Kevin entered, clouded the coffee shop as the hummed of the machines filled in the silence, accompanied by a few murmurs of soft chatter.
"I'll order, what do you want?" You asked Kevin.
Kevin took a seat at a table, across from the drink and register counter, and shrugged his shoulders. "Surprise me, or whatever you're getting."
You went up to the counter and noticed Jisung's back was turned towards you; he was warming up some food in the toaster oven. Hendery was on the register, Jungwoo was cleaning up a few dirty dishes left on the table, while Chenle was nowhere to be seen - most likely off shift.
“Hi, what would you like to order?” Hendery asked you.
You masked your disappointment with a frown that looked like you were thinking hard about what to get from the menu; you had hoped Jisung would be the one to take your order but settled with the fact that he was at least here. There were a couple of times when you came to the coffee shop with the sole purpose of seeing Jisung only for him to not be there. After you deliberated at the menu while Hendery patiently waited, you picked a random item for Kevin and stuck to your usual for your drink. “One large Vietnamese iced coffee, one large iced caramel macchiato, and," you trailed off for a second to Jisung's figure who was now working the blender so your voice was drowned out by the noise, "two sandwiches,” you finished your order as you directed your attention back to Hendery.
Hendery keyed in your order while you took out your wallet to pay for it. "Tip?" He asked as he tilted the Tip Box towards you; he waited and observed how your line of vision lingered on Jisung's broad back.
"Sure," you fumbled inside your wallet, the noisy blender was still going. "Darn it, sorry, I only have enough cash for the drinks." You apologised to Hendery in a sorry tone.
Hendery took a quick glimpsed at Jisung and then at you, and left an indecipherable smile on his face. "Next time, then." He reassured you in a relaxed tone.
You thanked Hendery and waited by the counter instead of going back to your table. From an outsider's perspective, it looked as if you were contemplating getting another dessert or treat that was displayed on the glass case, in actuality, you took secret little peeks of Jisung who was now making, from the ingredients you see gathered in front of him, was your order.
Jisung was still blissfully unaware that you were still standing near the counter, or that you were even there, instead of at your table since his back was still facing you. So, he spoke at a conversational volume instead of his soft, customer service voice. He jokingly elbowed Hendery who was beside him. "Which rude customer didn't tip us this time?" He asked with a hint of playfulness under his tone.
By now, you were more than familiar with the coffee shop's tipping culture and some of the baristas more - brazen - personality. Your eyebrows quirked at his rare, playful demeanour, intrigued by this hidden behaviour that was usually covered up with a shy persona. It amused you to watch the shy and cute barista be as secretly snarky as the rest of them. "Me," you purposefully replied loud and clear.
Jisung froze when he heard your voice and his spine tingled; his head slowly turned around until you met his eyes that bulged out of his eye sockets. He licked his dry lips and smacked them before he swallowed a gulped down his throat. "I meant which ru-dude customer didn't grip us this time -"
With a tight-lipped smile and eyes that seemed serious, you cocked your head to the side. "Grip you?" You were more amused than offended watching him struggle for the right words.
"Yeah, the customer wanted to grip us but we didn't let him." He covered up with a lame excuse.
"But you said "grip you this time"?" You feigned ignorance. "So, do you always let customers grip you?" You teased Jisung even further and watched his spiral as he realised his mistake.
Jisung's ears was evidently burning with embarrassment. "No!" He screamed almost too loudly.
Hendery was silently laughing in the corner and Jungwoo, who came back with the dirty dishes and had zero context as to what was going on, had a humorous grin on his face. While you tried to pull an impassive expression, but really, you were stifling a laughter that threatened to come out.
Despite everyone's reaction, he kept on going. "I didn't mean grip, li-like trust me no one grips us because that's harassment and I'm very straight and I'm-" he rambled in desperate circles.
Hendery tapped Jisung on the shoulders as he gasped for air, "dude, just go get her order ready." Jisung nodded with his head down, too embarrassed and shy to face you. "You should sit down," Hendery said, "we'll bring your order to your table."
Kevin observed the way your face glowed and how your eyes lit up as you made your way back to the table. “You have a crush.” Kevin teased in a sing-song tone when you sat across from him. “Ask him out," he tapped rhythmically tapped the table. "He literally looks like The Visionary Park Jisung.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you.
“What?! Are you crazy?” You whispered-shouted at him and subtly looked behind you to make sure none of the baristas were listening.
“You’ve got nothing to lose.”
"I don't know dude, I don't think I even like him that way." You confessed to him. "I just find him kinda cute."
"Then ask him out." He was still trying to convince you to ask out the cute barista.
"It's just a silly little crush," you waved your hand off, "it'll pass."
Kevin stared at the three baristas across from him; the victuals were already prepared on the tray and it seemed like two of the baristas were pushing the tallest barista to take the tray to your table, Kevin recognised the iced caramel macchiato, but the tallest one resisted by physically grabbing hold of the counter, and then he disappeared below it. The two of them mirrored similar expressions of disappointment and one of the barista finally brought over the entire tray to your table.
"Sorry if you had to wait too long," he announced in a loud voice. Kevin caught the barista's name on his name tag, Jungwoo. "We can't delay this type of stuff." Jungwoo wasn't even looking at you or Kevin but at the counter, or rather what was below the counter and headed back to the drink station.
Like an excited puppy, you grabbed your drink and tasted the heavenly caramel in your mouth. You munched on your sandwich while Kevin took a sip of his iced Vietnamese coffee. The sweetness of the condensed milk complimented the bitterness of the beans, which Kevin found rather delightful - definitely a second buy was needed. Kevin was about to take a bite from his sandwich too, but then he saw a head of hair and a pair of eyes intensely peering at him. "You should ask him out." He brought it up again as he had a faint smile on his face.
"I don't think it's worth the risk." You shook your head. "I can't come here again if he says no." There was a "•_•" on your cup that you had been scrutinising while you were eating but couldn't decipher the little message behind it. "Do you know what this means?" You showed Kevin the little drawing on the cup. "It's usually a smiley face but it's a different drawing today." Your eyebrows furrowed even closer together at the face, like it was going to tell you what it meant but of course it refused to speak.
Kevin compared your cup to his. "How come there's no drawing on mine?" Just then, he caught a glimpsed of Jisung, fully standing up instead of hiding below the counter. Unbeknownst to you, he kept on passing shy glances at you while he secretly glared at Kevin; that was until he met Kevin's bright and smiley eyes that he completely turned around. "I think it's worth the risk," Kevin chuckled.
It could be worth the risk. Just one date. Stop overthinking it. Ever since your last visit with Kevin, you had mulled over this scenario over and over again until you ultimately decided that you were going to ask the cute and shy barista out. If he said yes? Great! If he said no? Great! At least you tried! With whatever determination and courage you had, you marched to B E A N T H E R E to ask Jisung out on a date.
It was stuffed with people going in and out of the place with loud chatter that covered the place, there were no empty seats available, and there were two lines that formed, those who waited to order and those who waited for their order. All four of the baristas were working fast and efficient to get their caffeine-addicted customers out of there. It was a non-stop stream of order, wait, tip, drink and out the door. There was no dilly-dallying among the baristas.
Your determination and courage deflated little by little as you observed how today seemed like an unsuitable day to pursue your romantic interest. Despite that, you still had a sliver of hope that the crowd would die down after a bit, so you opted to have your food and drink in the coffee shop instead of to-go. It was the longest line you've ever waited in a coffee shop, 20 minutes, and that was just to order. No doubt that your actual order would take even longer than that considering how there were still so many people lined up.
You were lucky enough to find an open seat as someone left the place in a hurry. Yes! You sat down and took out your phone to secretly glance at Jisung but frowned when it seemed like today was not the day to ask him out; he was engrossed in preparing the foods and drinks that he hadn't even bothered up to push up his lenseless glasses up to his face since it slid a bit down to the bridge of his nose.
So, you busied yourself and played games on your phone while you waited. To your surprise, you felt your table shook with something heavy: a tray with your iced caramel macchiato and a croissant. You looked up and saw Jisung was the one who personally delivered your order at your table despite the fact you had only been waiting for five minutes. On other days, you wouldn't have batted an eye at the fact your order was done within five minutes, however, you could see how the people who came earlier than you did, were still waiting for theirs to be done.
"Sorry for the wait," he said in a hushed voice as he set your order done on your table and quickly stacked up the dirty plates one by one that was left on the table next to you.
You beamed a bright smile at Jisung "Thank you, Jisung." You lightly giggled when you saw the "•0•" drawing on your cup.
The dirty plate he was holding shattered on the floor and the noise of the crowd muffled as they directed their attention to the sound of the shatter, while Jisung stood there frozen.
It was a failed first attempt!
When you stepped into the coffee shop, the aroma of the fresh coffee beans mixed with the savoury and sweetness of other pastries was a delightful combination for your senses. Ok, so the first attempt was a less than ideal situation to ask him out. Especially, after he broke the plate and that area had to be vacated for the safety of the customers. You weren't even sure if it counted as your first attempt because you didn't even get the chance to ask him. Hence, the reason you were here again. That and the iced caramel macchiato, of course.
You glanced around the coffee shop and noticed that it was a more relaxed day compared to the last time you visited.
There were two people by the corner table and a small group of friends by the other table and Jisung and Chenle looked relaxed at the drink station. Your eyes gleamed as you spotted Jisung slouching near the register. This was your chance! Yes, Jisung was at the register!
Jisung's straightened his body, stood tall with his chest puffed out, and fixed the hairs on the side of his temple when he saw you entering the place. "What would you like to order?" Jisung deepened his voice a bit.
Oh gosh, you forgot how he was a gorgeous dude with a deep, dreamy voice and his cute little stubble. You cleared your throat before you spoke up. "What would you recommend?"
Jisung raised an eyebrow in surprised at your sudden question. "Uhm," he stuttered, "our tiramisu frappuccino and tiramisu is our customers' all-time favourite." His eyes flickered down to the register for a second before making eye contact with you again.
Wow, that does sound heavenly! Don't stop here! Ask him out! "Sounds good but do you have any other recommendations on the lighter side?" You stalled your true question.
"We do have ice teas like iced peach lemon tea, green tea, raspberry, passion fruit that you can pair up with any of our croissants or cookies." He smoothly replied as he looked at you.
You hummed a slight discontented sigh. "Sounds way too light. Anything else?"
Jisung's eyebrows pinched together. "If you would like to try, we do have pistachio macchiato. It's a kinda similar to your iced caramel macchiato but nuttier because of the pistachio."
Darn it, he was giving fantastic recommendations one after another! Ask him out, ask him out now! "What else is on the menu?"
"We have egg salted croissant." He offered as small drops of sweat on either side of Jisung's temple. "Would you like to try that?" His tone faltered a little.
Now! Just ask, "are you free?!" Stop asking about the menu! You took a deep breath and closed your eyes for a second before meeting his puppy-like gaze, "Are you on the menu?"
He blinked.
You blinked. Darn it! You mixed up "are you free?" and "menu" and "free" which came out to this disastrous question. Those words slipped right out of your mouth before you could even stop them. You wanted to dig a hole right where you stood and crawl underneath where all the rats laid and never come back but the crackling loud, dolphin-like laughter from Chenle made you faced your reality.
Chenle's laughter was still going strong, he held the counter for support from laughing too hard while Jisung's ears grew redder and redder. Jisung watched how you froze and your eyes shifted everywhere but him and was worried that he may never see you again because of this so he did what he had to do; he punched Chenle on the arm. "You're laughing real hard for a guy who won't admit his feelings."
That shut Chenle up right away with a frown on his face - all the laughter ceased in the air. Jisung then turned to you again and with a faint smile, "your usual?" He asked in a tone so casual, as if the prior event did not occur and proceeded to ready your order.
Your heart wavered a bit more than usual when you saw a "^-^" on your cup but you pouted when you remembered that you couldn't even ask him out!
It was a failed second attempt!
It was 9:07 p.m. B E A N T H E R E officially closes at 10:00 p.m, sharp, but all the baristas were already clearing up the tables and kicking out the remaining customers from the coffee shop while music played in the background.
Every single day was a personal wonder of Jisung if you were going to show up since your visits tended to be far apart from each other. He was instantly attracted to your magnetic aura the very first time you walked into the coffee shop and the way you glowed whenever you were around, brightening the low-lit place. His attraction and crush on you got even worse when he heard your sweet, melodious voice and, call him dramatic, his insides melts like a puddle every single time you looked at him; he had to worked up the courage to even be at the register when you were around! However, he hadn't seen you since the, "are you on the menu?" incident, and he couldn't help but beat himself up over it. Maybe he should've tripped so he could've pretended he didn't hear the whole thing. I should've punched Chenle harder. The spritz of the disinfectant spray distracted Jisung from his thoughts as he wiped them away with a clean rag.
"Why do girls act that way?" Jungwoo asked as he wiped the plates with a clean rag at the counter.
"Not sure but we got an insane amount of tips from it." Hendery said while he stacked the chairs.
Chenle scoffed as he rolled his eyes. "Can you imagine getting up several times while you're eating just to make your girlfriend happy?" He swept the tiny food particles underneath the onto the dustpan.
Jungwoo, Hendery, and Jisung all gave each other knowing glances and snickered at the irony of his comment. "Sure, Chenle. Like you weren't stalking her repost and adding it to your cart while you were on shift." Jisung commented as he continued to the clean the other tables with the disinfectant and the clean rag.
Chenle stopped sweeping and let out an annoyed huffed. "We're not together!" There was a tinge of sadness as he said that.
"Keep saying that, you're going to regret it one day." Hendery remarked. "Especially if she's serious about that hunky doctor," he winked at Chenle.
"Stop attacking me!" Chenle's face grew red in embarrassment. "Attack Jisung and his unrequited crush." His index finger pointed to Jisung.
"He's pitiful enough whenever she comes around." Jungwoo sighed. "Dropping the plate just because she said his name."
"I told you that in confidence!" Jisung whined with a pout on his face.
"Oh yeah, that was hilarious," Chenle cackled, "and embarrassing."
Hendery tapped Jisung's back in awkward beats. "Stop being too shy and ask her out. Worst thing she does is say no." He reassured Jisung.
"Worst thing she can do is laugh in my face and never come back." Jisung retorted.
Hendery stared at Jisung in the eye. "Do you really think she's the type to laugh in your face?"
"No, she's a sweet girl." Jisung shook his head and sat down on one of the unstacked chairs. "But does it matter? I'm pretty sure she has a boyfriend." He moped as the music played a sad song.
"Exactly!" Hendery was done letting Jisung about his unrequited crush like this. "Stop letting your fear and shyness get in the way! Go out there!" He encouraged Jisung with another pat on the back.
"That's not her boyfriend." Jungwoo snickered.
"How do you know?" Jisung looked up to Jungwoo and scrutinised him.
"Because I overheard him telling her to ask you out." Jungwoo said it with his hand on his hip as it popped out.
"Nuh-huh." Jisung doubted whether Jungwoo was telling the truth.
"Ah-huh." Jungwoo childishly retorted.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Jisung grumbled as he stomped one of his giant feet against the ground.
"Because you were laying down on the floor like a coward?" He stated in an obvious tone.
"Still!"
"Would you have asked her out right there and then?" Jungwoo questioned Jisung.
Jisung was quiet. " I can't help it whenever she's around." He frowned. "She makes me feel things."
"That's why you gotta come to me, the love expert. I know a thing or two about women." Jungwoo clicked his tongue at Jisung.
Jisung snorted in retaliation. "You really think your girlfriend texting you "fine," is actually fine?" He asked quizzically.
"Yeah." Jungwoo responded.
"Get. It. Together. You were gaming all night and ignored her. She. Is. Not. Fine." Chenle clapped at Jungwoo.
Hendery found the situation hilarious so he laughed at the irony of it.
"Your girlfriend is also mad at you." Jisung said knowingly.
"Me? What did I do?" Hendery was flabbergasted as he pointed at himself.
"You were flirting with the waitress." Chenle piped up.
"I wasn't flirting with anyone." Hendery denied the random allegation.
"Hmmm, that's not what she said." Jungwoo hissed in his breath.
"What?! I was just being me." Hendery's eyes widened from the shock of the news.
"That's the problem." Jisung nodded. "So what I'm gathering is that we're all pathetic losers." He sighed in defeat.
Their conversation was interrupted with a Ding! as a customer opened the door to the coffee shop.
"Hey, sorry but we are closed." Hendery informed the customer who just walked in.
The customer cocked his head to the side. "It says it closes at 10 p.m. and it's only," he checked his watch on his left wrist, "9.15 p.m."
"Yeah, we're closing early tonight." Hendery reiterated the same information.
"Can I at least get an americano? It's been a long day and I -"
"Sorry, no can do. Store policy." Hendery stated with an authoritative command, claiming his position as the Assistant Manager.
"It's not even 9.30!" The customer raised his voice.
"We already cleaned out the machines." Jisung added. "Ugh, I don't want to do it again."
"Fuck this shit. What kind of business is this?"
"It's none of your business how we run the business." Chenle yelled at the customer.
"You guys own this place?" The customer asked.
"No." Hendery replied.
"Oh, I'm so getting you all fired. I'm contacting the owner about it!" He stormed out with his middle finger out.
"Like he cares!" Jungwoo shouted back at him. "Man, people these days have no respect for others." Jungwoo shook his head in a disapproving manner.
They were all more than determined to close up for the night after the customer had left: chairs were stacked, utensils were dried, and the floor and countertops were sparkling clean. They all stretched out their bodies, relief from a job well done, when they heard the Ding! from the door. "We should've locked it." Jisung muttered under his breath.
"Hi, are you guys still open?" You stepped into the place with cautious footsteps and was hesitant to step any further because it looked like they were done for the day since the chairs were stacked and there were no other customers around. "Sorry, I know it's already 9.55 but can I order a quick drink?" You panted a bit, a little out of breath from the quick run you had to make.
"Well, technically we are closed," Hendery remarked in a kind tone with a small smile.
"Oh," your face fell to the ground which left a faint pain in Jisung's chest. "I guess I'm late then, sorry for bothering you gu-" You stepped backwards to leave but halted when Jisung, in a panic, rushed to stop you from leaving but fell on the floor on his way to you. You stifled a laughter but the others chuckled at his misfortune.
"Yes, yes, yes, we're open!" Jisung stood up from ground and laughed nervously. "It's not even 10 yet so not a problem." Jungwoo, Hendery, and Chenle all had a cheesy grin on their faces.
"Are you sure?" Your eyes glimmered with a hopeful smile. "I don't want to trouble you."
"I think you should trouble me more," he mumbled under his breath.
"Sorry, you said something?" You heard him talked but didn't quite catch what he was saying.
"O-oh, your usual?" He smiled and you nodded in return. Jisung went to the drink station and opened the fridge to gather all the ingredients necessary for your drink. He set the ingredients on the counter and noticed how you shifted your weight from one foot to the other. Oh right, the chairs were all stacked. While the others huddled in the corner, giggling and sending teasing smiles to Jisung. "We're out of ice," Jisung announced. "Can you guys check the back for more ice?"
"We can't be out of ice, I just restocked it." Jungwoo was puzzled.
"We don't have ice," Jisung gritted his teeth as he left the drink station and unstacked a chair for you. He then pushed all three of them in the direction of the staff room. "You guys need to check for ice."
Both Hendery and Chenle had a simple amused smile etched on their faces while Jungwoo's was pinched in confusion as they entered the staff only room. The quiet energy hung in the air now that there was only you and him left. Jisung went back to the drink station to make your beverage while you waited in the seat. In between the silence, the soft music playing in the background, and the sounds of liquid pouring, you both shared shy glances with each other until your eyes met; you didn't stray from the eye contact nor did he and gave each other shy smiles.
Your eyebrows quirked upwards when you saw Jisung taking out the ice from the freezer for your order but you stayed quiet about it. Instead, you got up from the chair and stood near the counter when you saw Jisung finish preparing your drink with a generous drizzle of caramel sauce on top of it. "Hope you like it." He slid the drink to you and your fingers brushed each other for a second.
"I always like it when you make my drink." You took a sip from the caramel goodness. "I can really taste the caramel since I some places just skim them."
"They're evil for that." He joked with a faint smile on his face and you quietly laughed at his joke.
There was a small silence after the laughter died down until a nostalgic popular song played in the background. “You look a bit like one of the singers of this song.” You brought up.
“Yeah, the temu version of The Visionary.” A muffled voice piped up from behind the staff room.
He glared at the staff room door but they were blissfully unaware of the daggers sent to them. “Oh, thanks." His face grew hotter at your compliment but he had to remain cool. "I get that sometimes but I don’t really see it.”
"It's kinda fascinating how you do look like him but you seem very different from him." You commented as you leaned in closer to him.
He mirrored your action and leaned in closer to you too. "Well, I am my own person." He joked. "Different good or different bad?" He asked.
"Different good." You smiled. "Definitely good."
Once again, only the soft music filled in the space as there was another still silence between you two. Jisung puffed out his cheeks and let out a huge breath. "Do you want to go see his movie with me?" He asked in a small voice. "Only if you're up for it, of course."
"The one with that director, right? Gosh, what was his name Ten Chittaphonle-Lee-" You struggled to remember his full name even though it was on the tip of your tongue.
"Ten Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul." Another voice answered from behind the staff door.
You giggled, "are they coming as well?"
"No," he shook his head in a panic. "Ju-just the two of us unless your boyfriend doesn't agree with it."
"Idiot!" Someone coughed behind the door.
"I don't have a boyfriend." You quickly said to him.
Jisung's face glowed at your response. "The guy you were with the other day?"
"That was my twin brother!" You grinned.
"I guess he's the one with the bigger balls." Those words slipped out of Jisung without his permission and he instantly slapped his hands against his mouth and you could only laugh at his reaction.
"Told you!" Yet, another voice commented.
"Ouch!" The same voice cried from getting punched by one of them.
You finally glanced down at your cup and saw there was a ";)" on it along with his number written on the cup.
The third attempt was successful! Well, he was the one who asked you out but still!
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Will I Regret Taking the Barista’s Dating Advice?!
“Almost thought you were a scammer until we started eavesdropping and yikes.”
Pairing -> Chill Barista Wong Hendery! x Female Customer Reader! ft. Kim Jungwoo, Park Jisung, Zhong Chenle.
Genre -> Fluff. Coffee Shop au.
Synopsis -> In which you recruit the local barista to help you on your blind dates.
The third installation of the miniseries; B E A N T H E R E baristas boys.
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”I stole a ring in the bathroom when I was in first grade because I found it so pretty and I never returned it but I felt super guilty ever since then and never stole anything again. I’m sorry, what was your question again? Please don’t ar-arrest me.” You smacked your dry lips together. Tiny droops of sweat dripped down the side of your forehead.
Taeyoung sat there flabbergasted. “I asked you what you like to do?”
“Oh! Pottery. Sorry about that, you said you were a detective and I felt like I had to confess my wrongdoings.” Your eyes still shifty.
Once again, his mouth sat there agape. “Don’t worry about it, you’re good.” He chuckled to dissipate the tension. “Besides, there’s a statute of limitations on these things.”
You scrapped the cold foam off your iced coffee and gulped it down. Awkward tension but Taeyoung was polite enough to engaged with lighthearted anecdotes till it was time to call it quits for the night. You responded with polite laughs and nods at him.
You periodically glimpsed at the baristas, envious at the way they all seemed easy going, especially the laid back smiley one. The way he effortlessly prepares the drinks while making conversation with strangers was enticing.
The sound of the noisy blender blending, utensils cluttering, and quiet muttering occupied the air.
As someone who’s been at B E A N T H E R E for quite awhile, Hendery has seen a number of people walk into the coffee shop from all walks of life. Whether it was a mundane part of their life or something new and exciting; he was happy to witness it all. And right now, he’s witnessing someone who’s currently on another awkward first blind date.
“Just passed by and oof, it is not going well.” Jisung passed the information.
Hendery glanced at you before returning back to drying the dishes. Oof, just like your other nights, he can already see how it’s going to end.
“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry!” You exclaimed and furiously attempted to dab the liquid away from your date’s lap.
Hendery and the other baristas watched from a close distance how your date awkwardly stopped you from dabbing him with soaked napkin before excusing himself to the restroom.
Person by person, the customers left the coffee shop, including your date. The silence darkened in the night and so did your depleting energy.
You flopped your head down after Taeyoung left the date and groaned, “I’m the worst at this. I just want to find love.”
Hendery came around your table to pick up the empty dishes “Bad day in paradise?”
“Peachy. I’m scaring away all these people.” You whined. “Or worse! I’m boring them.”
One of his foot was directed towards the drink station, while the other was facing you. His shoulders slumped at the sight of you all down looking. “I don’t think you’re scaring them or are boring them per se.” Both his feet were now directed towards you.
“Fine, icking them away.” You made a weird gesture with your hands. “Whatever you wanna call it.”
He sighed, “it seems to me that you’re putting too much pressure on yourself. Just relax, and I’m sure they’ll love the real you.”
“How do you know?” You squinted your eyes at him.
“It’s hard to not notice the same pretty girl coming here with different guys. Almost thought you were a scammer until we started eavesdropping and yikes.” He yelped.
“You what?” You yelled-whispered in surprised.
“Oh come on, don’t be surprised.”
“I’m so bad at this that even you guys think I’m lame,” you grouched.
“Take it easy. Don’t think of it as a date and trying to find a boyfriend. Just get to know him as a person.”
Your face happily peaked at his advice. “Wow, that’s surprisingly good advice.”
“All in a day’s work. All in a day’s work. If you like it, you can tip me.” He strutted to the drink station. “Also, it’s closing time so I’m afraid you have to leave.”
“Help me! Please.” You stood up from and your seat and pleaded. “Like coach me through my date.”
“Ummm,” he sucked in his teeth. “We don’t interfere with our customers’ lives- we keep it professional.”
A harsh clanked thundered against the floor.
“Oh come on man, just do it. This place is running dry with no drama and no hot goss; give the people what they want.” Jungwoo piped in.
“Do it,” Jisung’s whisper echoed throughout the premise.
Hendery shrugged, “I guess the people have spoken.”
Hendery sat beside you as you scuffed down your cold foam off your iced coffee. “First things first, you need to get your awkward juice out.”
“Awkward juice?” You stopped eating your foam and inquired offendedly.
“Yeah, say try flirting with a random guy to get it out.”
“Who would I even flirt with?” You scanned the entire premise only to find: the other three baristas were arguing and throwing rags at each other (they were certainly not on your radar), a group of girls taking selfies together, and a couple by the corner.
As if on cue, the door dinged and opened to reveal two statuesque men.
“Try that guy,” Hendery nodded at one of them.
One was adorned in a smart suit with a slicked back hair and a chiselled menacing look. While the other man was much taller and broader; but had a more friendlier and laid back attitude compared to the former.
“Please tell me you’re talking about the taller one and not the guy in the suit.” You licked the cream off your lips and shakily whispered to Hendery.
“Yeah, he might be a tad bit intimidating for you,” he softly whispered back.
You finished scuffing the rest down and gulped your iced coffee in one shot. You clenched your fists and slammed them on the table before getting up to approach the said figure who was sitting down in another corner.
You took small deliberate steps towards the taller man until you stood in front of him. You swiftly cleared your throat. “Hi!”
Your greeting disrupted his conversation with the other guy. He looked up eyed you suspiciously but was rather amused at the random salutation. “Hi!” Returning the same energy.
“So umm, you know if it’s your first time here, I do recommend the tiramisu frappuccino. But you don’t seem like a sweet guy-“ You started blabbering.
He raised his eyebrow at you but did not make any attempts to stop you. Instead, he looked over at Hendery as of asking “what’s up with her?” Only for him to give a cheesy smile and thumbs up.
“I mean not that you’re not a sweet guy obviously. What I mean is that you don’t seem like a guy who like sweets not that guys can’t like sweets. What I mean is that you seem more like a “gimme an iced americano” typa person and- ” You breathed out all at once.
“You’re right,” he interrupted you midflow but thank god he did because you had no idea where it was going. “I do prefer an iced americano but lemme let you in a little secret.” He gestured you to come closer with his finger and you leaned in.
“I also like the tiramisu frappuccino because I was the one who brought it on the menu here.”
You gasped in shocked. “W-what?”
“I’m the manager here.”
“You are?” You asked in disbelief. “I’ve never seen you here. No offence.”
He chuckled. “Ah none taken, I take it you’re a regular. Nice. I’m Johnny by the way.” He extended his hands to shake yours.
“yn,” you returned the handshake.
Just in time, Hendery propped an iced americano to the guy in the smart suit and handed the other to Johnny.
“Thanks man. I am the manager but I only show up once in awhile.” He pointed towards Hendery, “this guy right here is the one who runs the show.” He dapped up Hendery.
He then pointed towards the other intimidating figure across from him, “over here is Jaehyun, the ow- my friend.”
Jaehyun reluctantly gave you a slight nod acknowledging your existence; in which you returned it but barely made eye contact with the man.
“Oh, I guess I made a fool of myself huh.”
“Nah, it was cute. How about I make you my special tiramisu frappuccino - on the house?” He winked. “But you can still leave a tip.”
All three of you lightly chattered with each other until they both left.
“So,” you went to Hendery who was manning the drink station with Jisung . “You set me up huh?”
“No, I didn’t,” he grinned and closed the distance between you two.
You lightly punched his arm. “Oh come on, you clearly knew who he was and watched me embarrassed myself.”
“Quite the opposite actually.” He pointed out. “Johnny is naturally friendly like that, so any awkwardness just disappears.”
You groaned in embarrassment. “I can’t believe I fell for your little heist.”
He playfully rolled his eyes. “You asked me to help you out.”
You snickered at his reply.
“Also, don’t be afraid to flirt a little,” he pointed out.
“Flirt?” You exclaimed.
“Yeah a little compliment, a bit of physical touch, and flash your beautiful smile.” He tucked a strand of your hair that fell in front of your face.
“I think I can handle that.”
“But don’t go overboard.” He clapped his hands together. “Next course of action, do you have any date lined up?”
“Oh yes! I matched with this guy, Jacob Bae, and we’re planning on meeting up.”
“You got this.”
“Remember the main points: embrace the awkwardness. No need to overtalk, don’t overthink it,” Hendery emphasised, “and make sure you enjoy yourself.”
“Got it,” you affirmed a nod at him.
You decided on the perfect seat. It was a benched booth seat on one side and the other side was a regular chair; you could see the drink station and the gym across from you. It was the perfect position where you can see the baristas but still pay attention to Jacob.
The baristas were all strategically placed at the drink station so they could eavesdrop on you - they all fought to be closest to you but Hendery won.
You wiped your sweaty palms against the fabric of your clothes and took a sip of your cold foam from the top of your iced coffee. You were bent down hovering your drink - thinking of a way to get the conversation going.
Yet, embracing the awkwardness.
“So, you play any sports?” You randomly thought.
“I like basketball.” Jacob chirped for the first time on the date. He set his bagel down and leaned forward.
Chenle was in the midst of making a drink when he heard the word “basketball,” and dropped the half-done beverage on the counter before he excitedly waggled over to the other side of the drink station - where he could you hear you clearer.
Your forehead frowned at Chenle’s behaviour but dismissed it as you found yourself lying, “me too!”
“Well, who do u like?” His eyes all bright eyed.
“Well um,” your eyes shifted side to side until you locked eyes with Chenle who was across from you.
Chenle took out his phone and wrote out “Steph Curry.”
“Steph Curry”
“Great choice. He is the goat.” Jacob nodded in approval.
“Who’s the worst player of all time in your opinion?” He asked again.
Chenle flashed out with another name on his phone but Hendery caught on what was happening after dealing with a customer.
“Stop it Chenle. This is not the way,” Hendery snatched Chenle’s phone.
“Derek Fisher.” You were able to peek at the name on Chenle’s phone before it was taken away.
“Anthony Lamb takes the cake for me.”
“Tell me about it,” you faked enthusiasm.
He went on and on about the latest game play but was interrupted by a phone call. “Can you excuse me for a minute? Sorry, I have to go get this call.”
“Yeah, no worries go ahead.” You reassured. It was the perfect opportunity to recon with Hendery and the guys.
You went up to the drink station where all the baristas were the second Jacob left the coffee shop to take his phone call.
The four of them huddled on one side of the drink station while you were on the other - there were no customers to served at the moment and everyone was happily minding their own business.
“Oh god oh god oh god how am I doing?” You rushed to Hendery.
“Breathe. Great enthusiasm. But drop the basketball act.” He pointed out.
“I don’t know anything about basketball and the conversation is finally going somewhere!” You panicked!
“I gotcha! Just say what I write.” Chenle chimed in, “I’m a master at this.”
Hendery shook his head disapprovingly, “just be honest. Trust me, not having the same interest is not a deal breaker - but lying is.”
“I don’t know what should I say?!”
“Just laugh at everything he says. Boost his ego.” Jisung chipped in.
“Photoshop a picture of you and him together in baby form and talk about your future kids together.” Jungwoo chirped.
“So, you want to call time of death on her love life?” Hendery deadpanned.
“I’m going to ignore what you said,” you pointed at Jungwoo. “He’s nice but he’s not that funny,” you whispered.
“Sweetie the handsome ones rarely are,” Jisung cooed.
“But Hendery is funny,” you pointed out.
Before they could reply to you, Jacob came back from the outside. “Hey, what are you doing up here? Sorry, if it took so long.”
”Oh, just ordering a sandwich. I don’t why it’s taking so long,” you tittered. “Ha.ha.ha.”
“Here, lemme get that for you.” Jacob paid for the sandwich that you weren’t even originally planning on getting but oh well.
You both sat back down in your respective seats - you with your sandwich in hand. Your upper lip was moist and your hands started clamming up again.
Be honest. Hendery’s advice rang through your head.
“I’m sorry, I lied! I don’t like basketball and I’ve only played it back in elementary school.” You blurted out of guilt.
Jacob stopped his bagel bite midway. “Oh,” he finished chewing, “I kinda had a feeling but thanks for letting me rant either way.”
You sighed a breath of relief. An easy and genuine smile etched upon your face for the first time this evening.
His advice worked!
After your sudden confession, conversation flowed easily between the two of you; sharing embarrassing childhood anecdotes and a hyper fixation over the last dating reality show.
The night was coming to a close and customers were leaving the coffee shop bit by bit. By closing time, it was only you and Jacob left. He offered to walk you home but you politely declined. A gentleman. Too bad you both weren’t into each other in that way.
He bid you an adieu and you instantly rushed to Hendery and the others once he left the premise.
“So?” Hendery inquired.
“We decided to be friends and-” you dragged on.
“And?” The rest echoed.
“He wants to set me up with his friend.” You finished your sentence.
Everyone jumped up and down in joy; them linking hands with each other in a merry-go-round manner while they circled around you.
“She’s not going to die alone!” Jisung shouted in joy. The rest joined in shouting out hurrah at the occasion.
Hendery was smiling on the outside but he felt an unexpected tug in his heart.
Ouch.
You and Younghoon decided to grab a small bite before going to the movies. You arrived early so you waited for your date.
He walked in all tall and handsome. “Hey, you’re yn right?” He smiled brightly at you.
Jacob was right; he was as handsome in real life as he was in the pictures Jacob showed you.
“Yeah, it’s me.”
He pulled you in a for a polite hug. “You’re even prettier than in the picture he showed. Younghoon by the way.”
“Yeah he told me about you.”
“Hopefully good things,” he chuckled. “You come here often?”
“Quite.”
“I’ve read a couple of mixed reviews about this place,” he mentioned.
“It’s better than what it sounds like I promise you.”
“Really? So the barista can make a basic latte art?” He joked and you both laughed.
“What are you having?” You both queued up behind a couple of people in line.
“Iced coffee with cold foam. How about you?” You responded.
“Iced coffee too, ooh! With extra shots of espresso of course.” He paid for you both and you sat down somewhere while you waited.
“Oh yeah, Jacob mentioned you loved horror movies.” Younghoon brought up. “So, what’s the worst horror movie?”
“Pet cemetery.”
“Right, they all pretty much became zombies by the end of it.”
You giggled at his response.
Try flirting a bit. Hendery’s voice echoed through your head again.
“Favourite horror movie?” He asked again.
“Lights out.” Your clammy hand lightly touched his hand.
Younghoon left a gentle simpered smile on his face at your action.
Yes, score!
You both engaged in further discussion on horror movies and its nuances.
Meanwhile, all four of the baristas were at the drink station.
“Seems like they’re getting along quite well.” Chenle bumped shoulders with Hendery.
The other two huddled to Hendery and Chenle - holding off on the drinks they were making.
“Apparently they’re going to a midnight movie after this,” Jisung yapped.
“Sheesh, no wonder he ordered an iced coffee with espresso shots.” Jungwoo exclaimed. “I know what I would do after a midnight movie,” he smirked.
“Late night snack.” “Reading up reviews on the movie.” “Boinking.” All three of them laughed like immature middle school boys.
Hendery clenched his jaw at the thought of you and Younghoon-
“Excuse me, I have been waiting 20 minutes for my drink.” A customer piped up.
“Excuse me, can’t you see we’re busy?” Chenle sassed back. “Please. Hold. On.”
“Yeah, busy with chitchatting’.”
“It’s called information gathering.” Jisung stated matter-of-factly.
“My order please.” He demanded.
“I said in a minute. This is life or death situation right here.” Chenle yelled.
“What could it possibly be about?” Customer rolled his eyes.
“Don’t you think that’s bit intruding?” Jungwoo joined in.
Hendery propped the customer’s drink down in front of him amidst the squabble.
“Tip?” Jisung, who standing near the tip box, pointed to the tip box while smiling.
He clenched the beverage’s cup. “You just lost a customer. Wait till I post about this!”
“Oh I’m so scared of a review~” Chenle mocked. “I’m going to report and block you in the comment section!” He angrily yelled.
“Get back to work guys.” He snatched the order receipt from Jungwoo. “Lemme see this.”
Hendery prepared your beverage with meticulous care; ensuring that he whipped up extra cold foam to placed on top of your drink.
He took examined the other order on the list. “Extra shots of espresso,” he muttered under his breath. He then prepared Younghoon’s drink.
“Here you go,” he called both your names and slid the drinks to you. “Tip?” He pushed the box towards Younghoon.
“Thanks man,” Younghoon dropped a bill in the box and took a sip of his drink. “Oh, this is decaf.” He smacked his lips.
“Sorry, must’ve been a mix up. Lemme remake it for you.”
“It’s fine, we’re running late.”
“Take care yn.” Hendery waved goodbye and you affectionately returned.
”Why’d you do that?” Jungwoo asked suspiciously.
“What do you mean?” Hendery was relaxed.
“I’ve never seen you mix up a drink even during peak hours.”
He shrugged, “mistakes can happen.”
The serene sunlight with the earth’s melodic rhythms in the background. It was one of Hendery’s favourite things about Saturday mornings - there was no rush to prepare anything. Everyone was cooped up in bed or drunk with a hungover; no one was in a hurry to rush to a coffee shop first thing in the morning.
Ding!
His back was faced the door but he could hear footsteps from the entrance. “Morning, we just opened so it might take some ti-“
It was you; all bright-eyed, radiant, and glowy.
“Hi,” you grinned at him.
“Hi,” he gleamed back. “You don’t usually come here at this time.”
“Well, I was on a morning walk and…” you drifted your eyes to him, “found myself here.”
“Thought you had plans today?” He coyly asked. Enveloping a cheery tone to masked his bittersweet feelings.
“Oh Younghoon? He’s sweet and all but maybe not for me.”
“Oh,” he was amused - a small smile was engraved on his face.
“Do you have anything to drink?” You took a sit somewhere nearby the drink station.
Hendery went inside the drink station and made a simple warm beverage. He then ambled towards where you were sitting and handed you a warm cup of chamomile tea. “Sorry, we’re restocking our ice.”
You took a sip of your warm tea. “Do you mind making me coffee or a cold brew with whatever leftover ice you have? I love tea too but l’m craving coffee.”
Hendery sauntered back the drink station. “No, you’re not.”
“What?” You squealed in surprised.
“You’re craving this,” he came back with a small cup in his hand and set down cup a pure of cold foam towards you. “Not the coffee.” He sat down across from you.
Your face lit up at the pure white sugary goodness. “How did you know?!”
He chuckled, “you never mix the cold foam in with the coffee.”
You ecstatically dumped the treat down your throat. Savouring every bite yet you couldn’t wait to eat the next one. “what’s your secret in this cold foam?” You kept on eating it.
“Hmmm,” he hummed.
You patiently locked eyes with him; waiting for his answer.
His hand slowly came up to your face and wiped the small cloudy cream that was smothered on the upper corner of your lip. “Maple syrup,” he whispered.
You blinked your eyes faster than usual; an award winning gasped came out of you -“I should’ve known,” - hand clutched to your chest; ignoring the loud thumping in your heart.
Jungwoo came crashing in with a large bag of industrial ice. “Got the ice an-,” he was delighted to see you. “Oh, hi yn!”
“Hi.”
“Where’s Mr. Handsome?” He grunted as he struggled to hold on to the industrial size bag of ice.
“Long story short, not for me.” You scuffed down the last bit of the cream.
He heaved the ice bag to the freezer and stuffed it inside. “Ooh, would love to hear the long story but I gotta sort some things out first.” He dusted his hands off and whistled off to the staff room.
Slight awkward tension fizzled back between you and Hendery now that Jungwoo was gone. You loudly cleared your throat, “can you show me how to use one of these fancy coffee machines?” You softly grazed his hands with your soft dry ones.
“Sorry, I can’t show you.” He took your hand that was grazing his and affectionately soothed your knuckles.
“Oh,” your face fell - almost retracting from his touch.
He firmly held onto you. “It’s a sanitary and regulation thing.”
“Oh,” your face slowly perked up again.
“But I can show you how to use it,” he spoke with a soft and slow murmur, “back at my place.”
Were there any regrets?
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“His inflated ego is bigger than his bobbled size head. If only his tiramisu was as light and airy as he is. ”
Pairing -> Prickly Barista Zhong Chenle! x Reviewer Female Customer Reader! ft. Kim Jungwoo, Park Jisung, Wong Hendery.
Genre -> Lighthearted. Coffee Shop au.
Synopsis -> Someone keeps on leaving scathing reviews of Chenle and his bartendering skills. The second installation of the miniseries; B E A N T H E R E baristas boys.
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“Which shithead keeps on leaving bad reviews of me?”
“The barista who’s constantly mewing for whatever reason thinks he’s the Gordon Ramsey of drinks but he’s more of a Jamie Oliver.”
All four of the B E A N T H E R E baristas: Chenle, Jungwoo, Hendery, and Jisung; laughed at the review except for one. Chenle was fuming at the statement. “I’m gunna find whoever did this.” He cracked the chocolate shell of his coco drink in anger.
“Let it go Jamie Oliver,” Hendery patted him in the back while grinning, whereas the other two were gasping for air.
It was the perfect view to look at him without making it seem like you’re looking at him. You sat at the very back, in the corner, across from you was the register counter/drink bar, and most importantly, the gym with clear windows looking in the premise.
It just happened that very gym was where your ex boyfriend of five years worked as a gym trainer. It just happened that you liked the ambiance of the cafe. It just happened that they made decent drinks and had a nice array of pastries. It just happened that sometimes people from the gym would come to the cafe to grab a quick drink…
…including your ex.
You mindlessly forked yourself another tiramisu from your plate only to find it empty. Darn it. Even though the tiramisu was on the denser side and was liquidy in a weird way, the creaminess and sweetness made up for it. So, you sucked off the last bits of the tiramisu frappuccino instead. You were going for an iced matcha with egg salted croissant today but the egg salted croissant was out of stock, and you weren’t about to have only an iced matcha. That would be crazy.
It was pathetic the way you still couldn’t move on from your ex even though it’s been awhile - when he clearly has. Thriving too. Even you found yourself quite pitiful. The way you fell into a sad rhythm of staying at the cafe for long hours at a time in hopes of catching glimpses of him.
and in your silly little heart; maybe falling in love with each other again.
even though you knew you were both long over before the break up.
You inhaled the drink until you were practically only sucking the air out. Darn it.
You stepped to the counter and ordered a hot latte. That caffeine craving was still kicking in you.
“One hot latte for yn.” The barista, Chenle, called out. You didn’t expect much but today’s latte art was on the sloppier side. The lines were barely there and it was all wobbly.
“Tip?” Chenle dared to asked.
“For?”
“The baristas obviously.”
You looked over the latte again. “The latte art is not even that good.”
“Hey nowww, my wrist hurts from whipping all that cream cheese for the tiramisu.” He smirked triumphantly. “Which I know you devoured it within minutes.”
“Oh please,” you rolled your eyes. He was quite literally irking your already bad mood. “It could’ve been a store-bought tiramisu and I would’ve made out with it within seconds. No one can resist a tiramisu.”
“Oh wow, lemme see you whip a decent tiramisu then.”
“I do whip up a decent tiramisu. Too bad you won’t ever taste it.”
“The audacity to insult the chef - nay- the one who handles your victuals is quite shameless.”
“I’m the shameless one?” You were flabbergasted.
“Whatever, you still need to tip me.” He pointed towards the box.
You chugged the hot latte in one go - ignoring the burning sensation scalding down your throat - and slammed it down the counter.
“Certainly,” you flicked the Tip Box over with your finger and sashayed away.
“His inflated ego is bigger than his bobbled size head. If only his tiramisu was as light and airy as he is.”
The aromatic beans and a hint of nuttiness clouded the enclosed space the moment you stepped foot inside.
Oooh! They were having a special combo for the day - pistachio macchiato paired with chocolate kunafa croissant.
Ah, should you order that or iced matcha with salted egg croissant? You’ve been craving that for awhile now, but it’s hard to pass up on a special combo deal.
The combo deal it is!
“Hey, can I get today’s special combo?”
“Sure thing.” Jungwoo cheerfully keyed in the order. He had a glow of happiness around him. You remembered how the first time you met him he had an ugly bowl haircut, and now he looked quite handsome and snazzy with his undercut; He had the girlfriend effect. For some strange reason, you were happy that he was happy.
You waited by the other side of the drink corner where they served the beverages and scanned around the surrounding. Jungwoo was still manning the register while the rest were making the beverages. It was a popular hour for after gym-goers looking for a pick-me-up.
“Pistachio macchiato for yn,” Chenle quickly called out. “Your croissant will be out in a minute,” and quickly turned back to the drink station.
You silently took the cup when you suddenly heard a familiar voice - the last voice you ever wanted to hear but inwardly ached for it.
“Yn? Is that you?” Hyunjae whipped his head to double check.
You gulped. “Yea yeah. It’s me...” and gave each other a polite hug.
“So, umm, what are you doing here? You don’t usually come to this part of town,” he asked all cheerfully and relaxed.
“Just came here to check out this coffee shop.” You avoided his eye contact.
“Oh cool. I’m right across the street fyi.”
“Oh, that’s your gym?” You pretended to be surprised. “I guess you moved then huh.”
He nodded his head. “Yeah and oh,” someone came up beside him. “You know Miyeon also works with me fyi.”
She approached you with a hug and you reluctantly reciprocated. You saw how physically close she was with Hyunjae. Her hands wrapped around his waist and his one on her shoulder. “Ahh, no wonder you’re both so close with each other.” You let out a nervous laughter.
Hyunjae and Miyeon exchanged looks with each other before hesitantly speaking out. “Well, we are umm dating each other.” Hyunjae hesitantly confessed.
“Oh.” You said it a bit too loudly.
“Well, good. for. you.” You awkwardly congratulated.
“Umm yeah.” He coughed out.
“I guess that happens when you work closely together.” You whispered to yourself bitterly.
Uncomfortable silence reigned among all three of you.
“Cold brew for Hyunjae.” “Cold brew for Miyeon.” Jisung dropped the drinks at the counter.
Thank god.
They took their drinks and headed to the door, “See you around.” Miyeon flashed her pearly whites, while Hyunjae waved goodbye.
Chenle finally came around with the croissant on a plate. “What was that?” Chenle grinned.
“What was what?” You pretended to not know what he was talking about. You attempted to take the croissant from him but he jeered it away from you.
“But first,” he leaned closer, “that awkward interaction. You avoiding eye contact. The tension,” he paused, “was something else.”
“What’s it matter to you?” You crossed your arms in front of your chest whilst you held on to your drink.
He rolled his eyes. “It matters because I had to witness that awful interaction.”
“So, spill.”
“It was nothing.” You stated firmly.
“Come on now, nothing like a good tea sesh. Jisung’s been dying to know.” He elbowed Jisung beside him.
Jisung darted his eyes back and forth. “No, I don’t,” and rushed away somewhere else.
But Chenle stayed put. He stared deadpan at you. Analysing. Depicting.
He snapped his fingers repeatedly. “He’s an ex that you can’t get over. That’s why you’re here a lot.”
Your jaw tightened at his solve. You snatched the croissant and stormed off in anger.
“Yo jisung! You were right!” Chenle hollered at the individual.
You wolfed down the croissant within minutes and you didn’t even realised the drink was already gone. Despite the sweetness of the treats - it left a bitter taste in your mouth.
“This barista’s attempt at a fancy razzle dazzle concoction is to distract everyone from the fact he can’t even make a decent basic latte art.”
You had barely taken a bite of your sandwich and only a couple sips of your iced americano before an angry figure came charging at you. “You!”
Him again. Dealing with him consumed all of your energy. You were planning on getting an iced matcha with a salted egg croissant after, but he disrupted your appetite. Tsk tsk tsk.
He pointed his finger at you, “You’re the one who’s been leaving bad reviews of this place.”
You continued munching on your sandwich but paused to pathetically sighed at him. “What are you on about this time?”
“You being a hater of this place. Yet! You’re here drinking the beverages and foods we make.” He walked back on forth with his hands on his hips in front of you.
“Actually, we have a supplier for the food; we just reheat them. Except your tiramisu of course.” Jungwoo chirped from the drink station.
He turned back towards him and hissed through his teeth. “Not helping.”
Chenle turned his attention back to you - who resumed munching on the sandwich. “It’s true what they say. Keep your friends close but your enemies closer. You enjoying my iced americano huh?”
“Actually, it’s watery yet bitter.” You sipped it some more and exaggerated a grimaced. “So bitter. Almost burnt too. Yuck.”
“How is that even possible?” He was astounded. “I’m not like Jungwoo whose girlfriend hates his drink.”
“Why am I catching strays?” Jungwoo softly muttered in disagreement.
“You tell me.” You retorted back to Chenle.
His face was heating up. He was like a kettle ready to whistle out his steam. “I banish you from this premise. Expel. Out.”
“Yeah sure and who are you to ban me?” You rolled your eyes.
“Yeah you can’t ban her.” Hendery randomly piped up nearby.
“What? I thought you were on my side?” He whispered-shouted at Hendery.
Hendery casually shrugged. “Eh, kinda fun to watch you crash out like this.”
Chenle turned back to you. “You will rue this day I tell you.”
You dragged your right hand up your forehead with only your index, middle, and ring finger out. You gestured a W, E, M, and L with your fingers and continued chewing your sandwiche.
He shrugged his shoulder in confusion, “what even was that?”
“She said what ever major loser.” Jungwoo helpfully demonstrated.
“You’re so childish. You will rue this day!” and marched away to the staff room.
“I didn’t know it was possible for a person to be more burnt and bitter than his own espresso.”
Whether it’s in the midst of a busy crowd or a silent coffee shop, one of their favourite things to do was listen in to a stranger’s conversation. Conversations ranged from piping hot to downright mundane. But it was always exciting for the baristas to find out which would be which for the day.
“Lia finally got those new ballpoint pens,” Jisung whispered to all them at the drink station.
“yn’s here to stalk her ex again.” Chenle dished back. “Where is she by the way?”
“Bathroom,” Jungwoo responded.
Just on cue, Hyunjae and Miyeon opened the door to the coffee shop.
“You’re so right, she looked sad when we met her the other day. But I swear to god, she’s stalking you. I’m pretty sure she’s here again. So pathetic.” Miyeon gossiped to Hyunjae; made their order at the register and waited for their drinks amongst the small quiet crowd.
The baristas tuned in to the conversation while they multitasked - sounds of water running, small whispers, and cups cluttering accompanied the atmosphere.
They can feel how piping hot the goss was going to get.
“I don’t think she’s stalking me. That’s her thing, she reviews cafes and restaurants.”
“Baby, why are you still so nice to her? She’s so annoying.” She whined.
“I mean, we ended on somewhat good terms despite everything.” Hyunjae responded.
Chenle scowled listening to their voices. They always have something to complain about. “It’s them again,” Chenle whispered to Jisung beside him.
Jisung rolled his eyes in return. “The drink is too sweet. I went over my macro intake. nyeahnyeah.” He softly mocked them under his breath.
“You’re too loud during yoga time.” Chenle joined in the mocking.
“I said that to you,” Jisung was baffled.
Chenle had another witty comment loaded up but instead turned to listen to the conversation once again.
“I can’t believe you stayed with her for that long. You’re so out of her league.”
”Oh yeah? Tell me more baby.” He smirked.
Ugh, gag.
“You’re so hot and she’s so sad looking.”
“I know, she’s cute and pretty but you’re a ten all the way baby.” He pulled her in closer by the waist and they started eyefucking each other in the middle of the coffee shop.
Disgusting. They all thought.
Miyeon wrapped her arms around Hyunjae’s nape and they both slowly swayed side to side. “So glad we can be open like this together because all that sneaking and secret fucking was so hard babe.”
“Can’t believe we got away without her knowing.”
Silence reigned over the space.
Everyone at the drink station, including Chenle, stopped what they were doing and exchanged worrisome looks.
Chenle’s hands clenched around the lid that was in his hands. “You guys hearing this?” He asked them and poked his tongue against his cheek.
Although your interactions with him were less than pleasant, it was no way to treat a person - especially you.
He popped new lids on the drink and called out their names. “Hyunjae. Miyeon.” He extended his hand to give it to them, “this is for you,” but quickly dropped it in the trash before Hyunjae could take it. “Oops, dropped it in the trash. Exactly where you belong.”
“The heck man? I paid for that shit.”
“Oh yeah, and you’re not getting shit.” He went to the cash register and grabbed some cash out of it. He then went back to Hyunjae and slammed the money at him.
“What you’re going to do is apologise to her, tip me, thank me, and scram.”
“No the fuck I won’t.”
“Leave.” Chenle threatened menacingly.
“What are you gunna do, fight me?” He sneered. “With those arms?”
“I’ll have you know he has a big and strong head so he could knock you out.” Jungwoo jumped in.
Chenle whispered to Jungwoo, “Not helping and why you gotta mention my big head?” He whined.
Chenle directed his attention back to Hyunjae. “I’m gunna do something much much worse.” He glared at Hyunjae.
“I’m going to offer your clients free desserts and treats and oh what is that? A buy one free one drink. Oh yeah, I’m going to entice them with all these sweet drinks and treats and they won’t be able to stay in a calorie deficit and oh who’s to be blamed when the trainer is unsuccessful in training his clients? Yeah that’s right - you.” He breathed out in one go.
“Bitch,” Jisung softly whispered.
“Bitch,” Chenle emphasised.
“One more thing. You’re banned. You and your pretentious douchebag gym squad.”
“You can’t ban me. I’m going to complain to the manager.”
“I’m the assistant manager and you’re banned.” Hendery jumped in Chenle’s defence.
“You’re the assistant not the manager,” he scoffed.
“Hello do you see the manager anywhere? Newsflash, you’re not gunna,” Hendery snapped back.
“Fuck this man, we don’t need you.” He grabbed Miyeon’s hand and rushed out.
“You didn’t tip me you loser!” Chenle screamed out the door.
You finally emerged from the restroom and went up to take your order.
“Hey, is my order ready?” The strained tension atmosphere dissipated with your question.
Everyone resumed their business but you felt as if you had missed something. “Did I miss something?”
Chenle cleared his throat and spoke up on behalf of the other baristas. “Your ex was here but we banned him because we found out he cheated on you.”
“Oh.”
“Were you aware of it?” Chenle cautiously asked.
“I had a feeling but was too scared to confront him and then we mutually ended it.”
“He’s such a coward.”
“Thanks for sticking up for me. I appreciate it.”
“Yeah um, no one deserves to be treated like that.” He cleared his throat. “What an idiot.”
“He is an idiot. A punchable, mama’s boy, idiot. I hate the fact that I’m mauling over a guy like that and wasted five years on us.” You felt bitter at the situation.
“It happens to the best of us.” Chenle expressed compassion.
You cleared your throat. “Maybe I was a bit harsh on you with my reviews even though they were factual statements.”
“Well, it’s not untrue so you were right to call me out.”
“Truce?” Chenle extended his hand.
“Truce,” and you happily accepted it.
“Your order’s ready by the way.”
“One would expect the bitterness of the matcha and the saltiness of the egg salted croissant would be incongruous with each other due to their similar nature on opposite ends; but the undercutting of the sweetness from the matcha brings a delightful and balanced surprise to the said treats and would be enjoyed by many.”
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Why Can’t the Barista Get My Iced Latte with Almond Milk Right?!
Pairing -> Clueless Barista!KimJungwoo x Frustrated Customer!FemReader ft. Zhong Chenle, Wong Hendery, Park Jisung.
Genre -> Fluff. Coffee shop au.
Synopsis -> In which you wish the local barista would get your iced latte with almond milk order right.
A/N -> The first installation of the miniseries; B E A N T H E R E baristas boys. Shoutout to @ninety-nite-99 for inspiring this fanfic! Her own frustration with her local barista not getting her drink right, yet getting tipped for it, made me laugh! Had to let the creative juices out! May your iced latte with almond milk be made right <3
I hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing this! It was a blast and I had genuine fun writing it!
comments, reblogs, and likes are highly appreciated! Would love to hear ur thoughts hehe <3
PLEASE DO NOT PLAGIARISE, TRANSLATE, OR FEED MY WORK TO AN AI SYSTEM ON ANY PLATFORM!
Please please please let it be someone else. You chanted the mantra in your head.
There were four people ahead of you. Once again, you found yourself standing in line at the local coffee shop - B E A N T H E R E. It was the only local coffee shop around your area. The others were evil multi-billionaire corporations that you refused to spend your money on. Price wise; the price of an aesthetic modern coffee shop. Taste wise; it depended on the barista. Unfortunately for you, the same male barista was the one who always made your drink - an iced latte with almond milk.
A plastic tray banged against the counter. Waves of shocked thrilled everyone’s arm hair. A commotion unraveled in front of you.
“Oh, the ice is too watery?” Sorry Ma’am, let me call up global warming and unfrost the polar bear’s home.” The dirty blonde-haired barista, Chenle, argued back.
The customer before him stood firm on her ground. “I waited nearly half an hour for my drink, only for it to be watery and murky.”
“I’m sorry, did you not order an iced mocha with oat milk and two shots of espresso?” He rolled his eyes. “Of course, it’s going to be murky!” He raised his voice at her.
She rolled her eyes right at him and matched the volume of her voice to his. “You let my drink sit there under the light before you called my name!”
“I did not!” He shouted.
He absolutely did. You saw how he left the finished drink on the counter without calling on the customer as he left to joshed around with his colleagues.
“Whatever,” she yelled back. “The drink is tasteless.”
“Taste? You wanna talk about taste?” He gasped in disbelief. “How about you make your own sewage-like murky drink then.” He opened the counter bar that separated the employees from the customers. His face heating up from the fight and had his hands on his hips. “Come on then,” he mocked a ‘come in’ gesture as if welcoming her.
“I don’t have to make shit if I’m paying you for it,” she rolled her eyes and poked her tongue against her cheek.
If Chenle was a cartoon character, you would see the angry red scale-o-meter fusing all the way up until steam fumed out of his ears with a loud whistle. He rolled up his sleeves, “you want to play that card huh?”
Just as he was about to hurl a stream of curse words at her, his tall and lean colleague, Jisung, stepped and hauled him backwards to the ‘Only Employees Allowed’ room with his large sweaty hands over his mouth. You could still make out the muffled curses he mumbled against Jisung’s hand.
“Sorry for my colleague’s…” Hendery stood where Chenle was previously standing, which was in front of the customer. He paused to find the right word. “Behavior,” he finished. “We’ve remade the drink for you. On the house.” Hendery was also at the drink station, so you pieced that he quietly remade the drink while they were arguing.
As he handed the drink to the customer, he pushed the box labelled, ‘Tips’, towards her. “Tip?” He unabashedly smiled.
It was finally your turn at the counter. Once again, you were in front of the dirty blonde potato-haired boy manning the register. He wasn’t awful looking. A cute smile with prominent features but his childish haircut overshadowed his nice features. He looked more like Dora’s and Diego’s adopted cousin.
He smiles almost too brightly at you. He resembled a dog seeing its owner after a whole day. His inner lips slightly darker than the rest of his lips, and there was always a whiff of cigarette wafting around him.
“Hi! How’s your day been?” He gleamed almost too happily at you.
“Good.” You kept it short and curt.
“Heaven must be working overtime with you down here.”
“…”
“…”
You cleared your throat awkwardly. “Yeah, my usual please. Iced latte with al-.”
“Almond milk,” he finished reciting your order at the same time.
“What size? Regular or large?”
“Oh regular, huh.”
You had a sliver of hope that he wouldn’t be the one to make your drink today since he was taking orders at the register. But that sliver of hope melted and mended in a dismantled figure.
You internally sighed and accepted defeat as Jungwoo walked over to the drink counter; Hendery took over the register.
You watched as he mixed in the ingredients of your beverage. So far, so good. But alas, something always goes wrong when it’s him making the drink. You can already see the milk separating from the drink. It wasn’t mixed properly and you weren’t about to quarrel considering the earlier commotion. Afraid that Chenle would pop out of the back room and fight you even though it wasn’t his fight.
He smiled brightly as he handed you your drink. You see the phrase, “For the angel :),” on the plastic cup. You grimaced at the message and pretended to not see it.
He pushed the box towards you, “tip?” He said it too proudly.
You begrudgingly slipped in a bill in the box before you walked out the door - muttering curses at capitalism.
It’s as if your body is a mere vessel of your soul with no control. Maybe it’s the convenience of the location. Maybe it’s the familiarity of the coffee shop. But you always find yourself back at B E A N T H E R E.
It was a slow day so there were only two customers scattered in the cafe - one hunched over a laptop and the other on the phone.
You saw Jisung manning the register, while Hendery and Chenle were at the drink station with a blackboard and a chalk in hand. Jungwoo was nowhere in sight. Maybe today is the day!
“Maybe we can write, ‘u can go nut all over this cake,’” Hendery joked as Chenle gasped for air at the less than mature sex jokes.
Despite their chill and childish nature, the three of them made mad drinks. Hendery was the one who made your drink the first time you stepped foot in the cafe. The lightness of the almond milk mixed in with the acidity of the coffee, drowned in those iced chilly cubes; It was everything. It was the perfect coffee to ice to milk ratio. No wonder he was the assistant manager.
Chenle and Jisung made decent drinks too. Jisung tended to be more by the books but he was slower in making them. Chenle was fast but never has a specific formula for the drinks - just vibes and feels. At the end of the day, you enjoyed all three of their drinks even though it was slightly different from one another.
Jungwoo on the other hand. It was like you were catfished by those three, and your hope for the fourth barista to make a mean drink shattered. You gave him the benefit of the doubt too but that same hope watered down - like the drinks he makes. You kept giving him multiple chances before you accepted the fact he was bad at making them.
Ever since Jungwoo started making your order, it was rare for the other three to make yours even if they were at the drink station too.
You gave your regular order to Jisung and he keyed it in. “We have a pistachio cake special today. Would you like to try some?” He asked in his perfect customer service voice.
Oh. You realised. If you hadn’t overheard their conversation, you actually would love to try some. It’s hard to go wrong with pistachio. But their immature sex joke left a soured taste in your mouth, so you politely declined. “Just the drink, please.”
Chenle’s voice boomed against the silent cafe, “one iced latte with almond milk.”
The staff room, where Chenle was previously dragged, bursted open with Jungwoo in sight. He flashed you his signature smile and naturally started making your drink.
Jungwoo finished making the drink and you can already the see the lightness of the beverage. There was too much ice. You crossed your fingers and hoped that it tastes better than it looks.
He handed you the plastic cup, with the comment facing towards you. “Do angels like you get tired of being too pretty?” You fought the urge to gag right in his face as the smell of fresh cigarette warped around him.
With an ostentatious smile, he pushed forward the box. “Tip?”
Like always, you reluctantly shoved a bill down the box and marched out the door - today was not the day!
You needed caffeine injected in you. It was one of those days you needed a pick me up. So did a whole crowd of people when you opened the door to the coffee shop. It was one of those peak hours where people were desperate to be drowned in the aroma of the beans, and to sip its liquids for energy.
All hands were on deck. Jisung was at the register while the other three were scattered at the drink station; frantically combining various liquids to fulfil customers’ order.
“Where’s the caramel frappuccino that was right over here? I just needed to add extra caramel syrup.” Chenle screeched at the lost drink.
“I thought that was mine so I gave it away,” Jungwoo responded while he simultaneously
made another beverage.
“The fuck?” He eyed Jungwoo. Chenle hurled curses at him and so did Jungwoo - neither admitting they were both wrong.
The sound of them arguing with each other, mixed in with the buzzing of the blender, and the chattering of the customers reached a point for Hendery. “Shut up both of you. Chenle and Jisung, switch.” He ordered. Although the comment wasn’t directed at the customers, some of the regulars quieted down; shocked to see the laid back assistant manager speaking like that.
You hoped that the busyness of the cafe means that someone else will make your drink. There were less customers ordering now but the baristas still had multiple drinks to catch up on.
You observed the three of them working in sync. Chenle eventually joined in to help since there were no more customers lined up. You can see there were making multiple iced lattes at the same time. One with cow milk, soy milk, cashew milk, and almond milk. You couldn’t see who was making which one, but your face fell as soon as you saw Jungwoo poured in the almond milk in the cup. Almost too much milk. Yikes.
Please please please let it be some other fool’s drink.
You continued to pray for it but it was useless because Jungwoo approached you with a wide grin. You see the writing on the cup clear as day, “for the angel in the crowd :).”
You swigged in your drink and resisted the urge to spit out the drink in front of people, even him. It wasn’t an iced latte with almond milk. It was an iced coffee flavoured almond milk! Just when you thought he couldn’t make it any worse, he finds a creative way to mess it all up.
You were about to leave the cafe when you heard Jungwoo loudly scratched his throat. “Tip?” He pushed forward the box with a shameless smile.
Learn how to make a drink?
You plunged a bill down the box and made your way out; that buffoon remained tipped and thankless. You were the fool today!
He combed the last strand of his bangs before he closed his locker with the mirror attached to it. He always took meticulous care of his hair, it was one of his best assets; his colleagues did say he was the barista with the best hair.
He spritzed mouth spray in his mouth, hoping that the cigarette smell faded. Just in case you came by. He exited the staff room and went to do his designated tasks.
There were a few customers in the cafe today, so it wasn’t particularly slow. He recognised some of the regulars but others were new faces to him. He went to clean up the tables with Jisung while Hendery and Chenle messed around at the drink station.
He wondered if you were going to come in today. It wasn’t an everyday occurrence but often enough that you became a regular. He still remembered the first time he met you.
It was like a K-drama moment when you first stepped foot in the cafe. The sun shined right behind you, an imaginary wind blew in your face, and you had the loveliest smile. You were the prettiest girl he had ever met. He still remembered how awestruck you were with his looks and charming smile. He found it cute how you always replied with a small smile in a bashful tone. Of course, not everyone can handle Kim Jungwoo’s wit and charm!
He noted how soft-spoken you were whenever you ordered, and it was always the same drink. He liked how you never strayed too much from your usual routine. He always loved it when you came in. You were always so shy and sweet in front of him. Always avoiding his eyes whenever he made flirty remarks. He loved teasing you but never took it far in case you were uncomfortable with it. He still remembered the delighted expression etched upon your face the very first time he made your drink. The way your lips tightened and eyebrows furrowed; and you kept coming back to him!
He bit his lips and let out a giggle at the memory.
“Thinking about her?” Jisung teased beside him. His crush on you was not even a secret. At first, he thought he was quite slicked at hiding his feelings but his fellow colleagues made teasing remarks and kissing sounds by the end of the day. Thank god you haven’t noticed how he was struck with Cupid’s bow. It would be embarrassing. He loved seeing you and wanted to be the one to brighten up your day; so he told them to loudly call out your order even if he was on a break. He wanted to be the only one to make your drink. Merely interacting with you for two minutes leaves him flying on cloud nine.
Him and Jisung tidied up the last bit of trash and went to throw it at the back of the coffee shop. He was gleefully delighted to find you standing in front of the register. His focus was zoomed on you - looking pretty as always. Hendery was taking in your order, and then he turned to the male figure beside you. “What would you like to order?”
His focus zoomed out and saw the whole picture. You were here with a guy. Thousands of questions and thoughts flooded his mind. Who was he? Why were you with him? Who was he to you? Why is he so muscular, tall, and lean? Do you find him handsome? His brain was like a broken beaver dam. He barely heard Hendery called out your order; a cue for him to make your drink.
He flashed a small smile to you, not wanting you to know how hurt he was feeling. His back towards the customers as he made your drink with a sullen face. While Chenle made the other guy’s drink, whoever he was. He couldn’t face you this time, so he handed the beverage to Chenle to pass it to you. But he always made sure to write you a message on the cup beforehand. This time it was a simple, “have a good day angel :).” He wasn’t in a flirtatious mood.
“You sure?” Chenle quirked.
He simply nodded. He busied himself with the dishes and heard Chenle asked for tips before they left. Or so he thought. He never heard the door open, and instead, the sounds of chairs scraping the floor. You were staying. With him.
He gathered the courage to glanced at the guy again. He had sharp features with short, brown fluffy hair. You both sipped on your individual beverage, yours is the usual while his is an iced americano (basic bitch), but shared the large egg salted croissant together.
One plate, two forks. The intimate act of sharing a food with another. Would you share a plate with him someday?
His jaw clenched at sight of you both, trading inside jokes and letting out an accidental loud laugh, while his eyes brewed with envy. He couldn’t argue at the fact the male was a charming and good-looking guy. He hated to admit that you both looked good together. Is this the end of his unrequited crush?
He busied himself making drinks for other customers as Chenle called out the order. Hendery was now making the beverages beside him.
“You know,” Hendery casually started. “Technically, only paying customers can sit here.”
“Ok?” Jungwoo brushed off the random statement.
“She was the one who paid by the way, not the guy,” and Hendery left to hand the beverage to the customer.
Ding! A lightbulb went off in his head!
He approached you and the guy beside you with renewed and hopeful energy. He cleared his throat and put on his best customer service voice. “I’m sorry, but sitting here is only for paying customers.”
“Yeah, we paid for it.” The guy chimed.
“No, she paid for it. Not you.”
“How do you know this? You weren’t at the register.” He cocked his eyebrow at him.
“Irrelevant. You need to leave. This is only for paying customers.”
“No, it’s ok. I wanted to share this with him either way.” You jumped in defense. A bit weirded out at this interaction because you’ve seen many regulars and non-regulars come and chill here without spending a single dime.
“You’re so sweet for putting up with him but I’m sorry, that’s just the policy. I’m merely the messenger,” he faked sympathy.
“Sorry about that, I’ll bite.” He tried to hold back his laughter. “I’ll have a slice of the pistachio cake and I’ll pay for it.”
“No, Juyeon you don’t have to. This was supposed to be my treat for you. You covered me last time. We can leave and have it somewhere else.”
“NO!” Jungwoo nearly screeched. He cleared his throat once again. “I mean. We have the pistachio cake available but you have to order it at the register.” Juyeon. Ugh. What an ugly name to an ugly face. Who needs a chiselled jawline, a sharp nose, with a killer smile?! Bet his personality is stale as cardboard!
“Can’t I pay for it later?”Juyeon questioned.
“No. Who knows you might dine and run.”
“I promise, I won’t dine and run. You already know what I look like.”
“Whatever, we don’t take orders here and deliver it. If you want it, you order it at the register like everyone else.” Jungwoo stood firm on his statement.
“…ok, so one New York cheesecake slice for you and one slice of pistachio cake for you. Anything I can get for you all?” Jisung placed the desserts for the customers near where you and Juyeon sat.
All three of you blankly stared at Jisung. Then, Juyeon and you stared back at Jungwoo; as if asking, “what about that?”
Jungwoo faked a loud cough and feigned ignorance. “If you want to buy it, I’ll be at the register. If not, you’re welcome to leave, Juyeon.” He emphasised the male’s name.
Juyeon trailed behind Jungwoo and placed an order for the said cake. Like always, he handed the cake and pushed the tip box towards him, “tip?” He asked.
“But you didn’t even make it? It was already out.”
“I gave it to you on a plate didn’t I?” Jungwoo rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, I guess,” Juyeon inserted a bill in the box despite not agreeing with his statement.
Juyeon went back to you with the cake in his hand. “You’re so right, the customer service here is wild,” Juyeon mused.
“Right, are they even running in the green? It’s almost like it’s a mafia front.” You both chuckled at the joke.
“You know he has a big fat crush on you, right?” He teased a smirk and eyed the message left on your cup.
“Ugh, don’t remind me. I deal with that every time I order a drink!” You playfully rolled your eyes.
“Oh come one, I know you know he’s not that bad.” He subtly peeked back at the barista. “If you look past his sucky flirting and bad drink-making skills, he’s kinda adorable; like a puppy.”
“Omg shut up, you date him then,” you stretched the last syllable; you felt a bit bashful at the conversation.
“Mmm, this cake is so good. The nuttiness complements the creaminess of the cake,” Juyeon randomly moaned against the flavours of it. He droned on and on about the overall food and drinks, and you responded to him in between bites. But you couldn’t help yourself but sneaked curious glances at the barista who was slightly pouting, and his friend who was smiling and cheesing beside him.
EPILOGUE
How does one tell your sweet but clueless boyfriend that you hate his drinks without hurting his feelings?
It’s a dilemma you’ve been battling yourself these past few months. Ever since you started dating him, he would always bring you your favourite drink whenever you two met up. He honestly was the sweetest and you loved that about him. But. Every. Single. Time. It tasted worse and worse. It was hard to pretend you loved it in front of him. At least one of the upside is that you know when he’s off the shift - so you can go and get a decent drink at B E A N T H E R E.
You only see Hendery in the cafe. “Hey, how’s it going?” He happily greeted you.
“So far so good. Anything new on the menu today?” You replied.
“We have focaccia with cheese and meat. Care to try it?”
“Sounds good! And my usual drink please.”
“Alright, sorry your boyfriend’s off the shift. So, I’ll be making it. Not the usual made with love that you’re used to.” He joked and you politely laughed back.
He started mixing the ingredients together but then the door to the staff room opened - revealing Jungwoo. As per your suggestion, he ditched the potato styled hair and sported a shorter haircut. He revealed more of his forehead but kept the same dirty-blonde hair colour. It was an improved look and showed off his handsome features more. Some customers would even flirt with him after they noticed his appearance changed - so shallow! But at the same time, you were secretly proud of what they called, “the girlfriend effect.”
“Hi baby,” he brightly you with a hug; surprised with your unexpected appearance.
“Hey Woo,” you hugged him back. “I thought you weren’t working today?”
“Yeah, I wasn’t but then Jisung asked me to cover for him, so here I am.”
“Hate to break the love fest but here’s your drink.” Hendery passed the cup to you.
“Aww, I could’ve made it if I came here earlier,” he pouted.
“You’re so sweet Woo,” you beamed at him. You truly did mean it but he was awful at making drinks.
“Yeah, plus she prefers my drink to yours.” Hendery joked at true statement unknown to him.
Jungwoo laughed out loud but stopped once he realised you weren’t laughing too. He sadly eyed you, “do you really?” He asked in a concerned tone.
Oops. Hendery didn’t mean to start a lover’s quarrel but this was an interesting revelation.
“I appreciate how you always bring me the drink whenever we meet.” You avoided his question.
“That’s not what I asked,” he pouted. “Do you prefer Hendery’s over mine?”
You avoided his gaze.
But he searched for your gaze, wanting to hold eye contact. He looked at you with puppy-like eyes. Damn it, you couldn’t resist!
“I do prefer Hendery’s drink over yours.” You threaded carefully.
He stayed silent for a couple of seconds before responding. “Yeah I get it. He’s the best barista for a reason.”
You sighed a huge relief in your heart. You glad that he was understanding of th-
“You prefer mine second, right?”
You bit your lips and looked down. “Hendery, where’s the focaccia sandwich? I’m starving.” You nervously laughed.
“Angel,” he earnestly looked at you again. “Please,” he whispered.
You sighed. “I like Jisung’s second,” you confessed.
“Jisung’s?” Both Jungwoo and Hendery exclaimed.
“Besides his pace, I like his drinks.”
Hendery grinned at your statement, “don’t tell Chenle that! He needs to be number one!”
“Ok, but I’m next…right?” He asked nervously.
“Umm…”
Hendery let out a chuckled before you could come up with a response. “She hates your drink. After all this time!”
Jungwoo looked like he was on the verge of crying. He then dashed to the staff room and disappeared.
“Ugh Hendery, I wasn’t planning on having the conversation like this!” You cried out. Feeling guilty of confessing your true feelings to your boyfriend.
“Oh relax. He’s always like that but then he’ll get over it. He doesn’t take it to heart.” He finally handed you the focaccia sandwich.
You bit your lips, “what should I do?”
He shrugged, “pretty sure he’s on the rooftop if you wanna go to him.”
“Alright, thanks.” You made way to the staff room and exited to the rooftop.
There you found him leaning against the wall, overlooking the view, while chewing a piece of nicotine-free gum.
You softly approached him, step by step. Still wary and unsure of what to say to him but you knew you needed to say something. You opened your mouth, “I’m sor-“
“I’m sorry,” Jungwoo looked back and said it at the same time as you.
You both stared at each other with curiosity. You took the first step. “What are you sorry for?”
Jungwoo spat out his gum on a tissue and pocketed it to throw it later. “What are you sorry for?” He asked as well.
“Well, I didn’t mean for the conversation to happen like that. I was planning on telling you. Eventually.”
“Baby, that’s what you’re sorry for?” He pulled you in for a hug. “You shouldn’t be apologizing for sparing my feelings like that.”
You looked up at him but didn’t let go of each other’s embrace; you firmly held the sandwich by his waist. “Why are you apologizing?”
“For being stupid. All this time, I thought I was brightening up your day with my drink but instead I was ruining it.” You both gazed at each other as he pouted with an apology.
Your heart thugged at his sincerity. “No Woo, I should’ve told you sooner. You didn’t ruin anything. I love how sweet and considerate you always are, and I know it’s the intention behind it. So, I stopped caring as much when we started dating.”
“How about before that?”
“Well, I definitely cared about it.” You hesitated. “Maybe even a little mad too.”
“I guess I’ll stop bringing your drink then,” he nuzzled against you.
“Keep bringing it. Just make sure it’s made by Hendery.” Jungwoo whined against you, while you giggled at his cute antics.
Pairing -> Obsessed Celebrity!Park Jisung x Normie!Female Reader.
Genre/ Word Count -> Celebrity au. Fluff. Angst. Slice of Life. 33k.
Synopsis -> Accidentally sneaking into Park Jisung’s trailer, who’s filming a drama on your campus, probably wasn’t your brightest idea. Not to mention losing your precious charm bracelet in his trailer, but what could possibly even happen?
Disclaimer -> Internet culture, fan culture, suggestive scenes, depictions of celebrities in the story is not an accurate and or true reflection of their real life personas. This is fictional.
Author’s Note:- I have another Celebrity!Park Jisung fanfic and this is not the same Park Jisung (I mean it’s still Andy Park). It’s two different celebrities existing in two different universe. I had a lot of problems trying to post this fanfic because of tumblr’s 1000 limit block, and after multiple trial and error, I decided this was the best way to share the story with you guys! I really wanted to post this on tumblr but it wasn’t possible unless I divided it into two posts, which I didn’t want to do cuz it didn’t make sense to do that for this story, or combine the paragraphs and mess with the format 🙃. I’m really sorry but I had to resort to this method, or this fanfic will never see the light of day. The link below takes you to my ellipsus (u don’t have to sign up or anything and it’s completely free to read!). I don’t have an ao3 account since I read all of my fanfics on tumblr (u will rue this day tumblr!).
Anyways, this was in my drafts for the longest time and despite all the obstacles, I feel so happy to share this story with you all! I hope you guys will enjoy reading this piece as much as I loved writing it >0<! Feel free to share your thoughts, comment, reblog, and or like here on tumblr💗. I’m always around 🫡. Last but not least, thank you to @neowinestainedress for beta-reading this story <3.
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synopsis -> you’re the very personal assistant to the infamous celebrity park jisung who’s known for his bad attitude and temper.
a/n -> hi! This is is my first pjs fanfic and smut! This is my second attempt at writing smut so I do hope the execution is decent enough even if it may be a little awks. What triggered me to write this: 1) that Jisung live where he says “hi baby” in his deep voice. 2) cherry Jisung in a van during the dream vs dream video. 3) his birthday live of him eating strawberry cream cake and licking the frosting off 🤤. Tldr: he’s hot, sexy and cute. Anyways, I hope everyone enjoys this!
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Jisung slams the door of the luxurious minivan- muttering curses at his co-actors and director. His mood lightens up at the sight of you adorn in a cute, frilly white skirt with a light purple cropped cardigan. Your nipples poking through the cardigan; indicating you weren’t wearing a bra underneath it. You look so pretty and sweet smiling brightly at his appearance.
“Hi baby,” he quickly greets in his deep voice.
“Hi Ji,” you cutely greet him back.
He slides to where you’re sitting and pulls you into his lap instead. “Fuck baby. Fuck everyone,” he curses. He pulls up your cardigan with ease and with a ferocious vigor he attaches his mouth to your nipple. Sucking in the pointed tip, completely covering it in saliva. He tweaks the other nipple with his hand and kneads them. Tongue delicately tracing your aerolas every now and then.
“Tell me ji baby. What happened?” You tug his hair and pull him out of the trance. He whines in return and starts sucking the column of your neck. Biting the vertical canvas harshly and colored marks already blossoming on your neck. “Ji,” you whine out. “You have to tell me.” He ignores your question and mirrors the same action on the other side of your neck.
Before you call him out again, a figure opens the minivan door and quickly shuts it behind him. “Park Jisung! You can’t keep throwing a tantrum and running out of the studio!” Renjun, the manager, yells at him. Despite that, he ignores Renjun’s shouting and switches his assaults on your tits. Groping, kneading, and biting it. Colored markings identical to the ones on your neck.
“Ji.” You whine sternly, and with all your might, pull his head away from your chest. You both gaze at each and you silently plead with your eyes. Nodding your head in Renjun’s direction.
He groans a frustration. He rolls his eyes and turns to Renjun. “Fuck fuck I told you. I don’t want to do this acting shit. Let me stick to modeling. Why the fuck do I need to act.” He exasperates and bites your nipple. You wince at the pain.
“Jisung.” You say sternly. “You can’t speak to Renjun to like that.” Once again, tugging him away from you and cupping his face. “Do you think that was nice?” This was your role - the Park Jisung whisperer. Taming the obnoxious and spoiled superstar Jisung. He’s been a famous and successful model since he was a kid. The celebrity disease has been plaguing him since, and only you can make him listen. Always in the middle of him and management.
He shakes his head. Letting out a meek, “no.”
“Good,” you cross your arms together. “Now, say what you want to say. Nicely.” You emphasize. Giving him a kiss of encouragement on his plump lips.
He rolls his eyes again and faces Renjun instead with a sulky expression. “I said, I don’t want to act. Let me stick to modeling.” He says with a bit of attitude.
Renjun inhales a deep breath. Not letting his blood pressure rise again. Dealing with Jisung’s same bratty attitude for years. “Jisung.” He says with a bite and slowly fakes a smile. “We’ve been over this. Multiple times. You need to expand your career for longevity. You are still modeling but you need to expand your career.”
He’s heard this multiple times. Over and over again. Fuck this shit. “Why would I fucking want to memorize some stupid line and wait on set for hours when I can get paid to just stand there.” He glares at Renjun.
His anger flares up again. He relinquishes his anger by smashing your lips against his - sucking and biting it. You taste of strawberries because of your pink sticky lipgloss. He likes the feel of his saliva combine with the stickiness of your lips. It is such an enticing taste. You couldn’t help but fall in a trance because, oh god, he was so sexy, and an excellent kisser.
Renjun breathes heavily again. Remembering his Lamaze training. “Yes, but it doesn’t mean you get to snap at your co-actors and director and then run out of the set! Just stand there and say your goddamn line. You don’t have even have to goddamn act. Just speak like normal! You’re fucking lucky the director is friends with the ceo or you would’ve been fired.” Screw his Lamaze training. His angry green vein prominent on his forehead; on the verge of popping. He takes out his pill and pops it in.
Even though your body was high on Jisung, feeling his hard cock beneath all the layers. You couldn’t help but subtly grind yourself on him. Your body and mind already buzzing with the familiar sensation. You can feel your arousal dripping and staining his jeans. Despite that, your brain registers Renjun’s outrage at the back of your head. You break away from the kiss. “Jisung! You did that?” You cup his face again and scold him.
He merely looks away - silently shuddering at your tone. Not responding. You firmly make eye contact with him. Not letting him let his eyes wonder. “Don’t you think it was super rude?” He still doesn’t respond. Refusing to speak on the matter. Instead, he uses his large hands to grope the meat of your ass.
You swat his hands away.
“Ouch,” he yelps.
“Not until we get to the bottom of this.”
The sound of the engine starting fills up the silence. He crosses his arms and looks away - taking in the view of the moving scenery instead. “Fuck I don’t need this shit. I’d rather stick to sponsored Instagram posts at this point. Fuck this whole career.” He says, not looking at you or Renjun.
Renjun tries his best attempt in calming down. “I know you care about your career. Just tell me what the problem is and we can work it out. This is your debut drama!” He turns to you and silently beg you to convince Jisung.
You simply return an understanding nod.
You continue to grind on his covered cock. He’s still looking out the window, still focused on the outside scenery. But you can tell he’s affected by your actions because of his hardened cock. He’s stubborn like that. Refusing to give in.
You start biting down his neck all the way to his collarbone and give it a harsh suck. He lets out a small curse word at your action. You gleam. Successful at triggering one of his sensitive spots. You pepper kisses all over his face. His cheeks. His forehead. His lips. Assaulting his lips with your pink sticky lipgloss. “Come on baby. Renjun and I just want to help you.” You give him a proper peck before unbuttoning his jeans.
This was torture. He thought. There was only so much he can resist. The sensation of your captivating scent, combine with the fact he can feel you dripping down there, means he can only hold on for so long.
You unzip his pants and take out his dick. It was long, thick, hard, and firm. With precum leaking from the tip. Languidly moving it up and down with your hand. Twisting the shaft but not quite giving in. “I’ll reward you if you behave.” You closely whisper by his ear. His body involuntarily shudders at your words. Stroking his dick at a faster pace. He moans at your action and throws his head back. Relishing from the small pleasure you’re giving him. Then, you stop. Torturing him even more.
“Baby. Why’d you stop?” He whines from the lost of pleasure. You slowly took the tip in your pussy but only leaving it at the entrance. Grinding him once again.
“Say it.” You stroke his face. “Or else, I’m leaving and not letting you cum.”
He whines and moans from the frustration. You were going deeper and harder but keeping the exact pace and rhythm. Not giving him what he wants. The vehicle starts to moves on a bumpy road - making it even harder to keep upright.Your thigh is burning from the position but you keep it consistent until he’s a crying mess.
“Fuck ok,” he moans out. Desperate for release. “It’s fucking hard to memorize those stupid lines and the storyline is so fucking stupid. I’m a long lost child who returns to my house and falls for the stupid poor neighbor but she’s the illegitimate child of my father. So fucking stupid.”
He attempts to kiss you but you avoid him. “That kind of language does not get to kiss me,” you say firmly.
He whines out again and stomps his foot like a child not getting candy. “I already did what you asked me to.”
“Say it nicely and apologize to Renjun. Or, you don’t get to cum.” Holding firm on your ground.
He lets out an annoying sigh. Poking his tongue against his cheek before turning to Renjun. “Renjun.” He bares his teeth. “Sorry for being rude to you and I will apologize to the director and cast.”
You cough. “And?”
He rolls his eyes but nevertheless says, “I will try my best to memorize my lines and not storm out of the set.” He glances at you, “happy?”
You roll your eyes at his statement but give him a chaste kiss. “Could be better but it’ll do for now.”
Renjun’s pill finally kicking in. “Thanks for agreeing on doing the bare minimum. You’re a star.” His voice drip with sarcasm.
“Renjun,” you snap your voice at his tone. His pill mellows him out but he tends to drop sarcastic truth bombs every now and then. Sometimes they would snap back at each other but you just got Jisung to play nice and it would be a whole thing again.
You crash your lips against him. Engaging in a fiery and passionate kiss. You start bouncing up and down on his dick until he was fully deep inside of you. He moans and groan at your actions - effectively making him forget Renjun’s snappy tone which will only rile him up.
“Keep it down. I have phone calls to make and an expensive sorry wine to order for the Director.”
You both ignore him. Too busy feeling the sensation of your body tangled as one and your tongues lip locking with each other. You’re clenching tightly around him. Vigorously bouncing up and down him. Your thighs were burning and your movements were slowing down but Jisung grabs your hips and starts thrusting upwards.
You moan at the undeniable speed. The speed at which he’s hitting your g-spot brings you unbelievable pleasure and makes you whine almost too loudly.
Renjun glares at the both of you. “Keep it down.” He whispers before resuming his call.
Not wanting anymore of Renjun’s wrath at this time of pleasure; Jisung shoves his fingers in your mouth while he bites on your nipple, sucking, slurping, and milking it, as you both reach your climax.
Jisung is a sly pervy bastard. He promised that he would practice his lines and you promised to help him run it. You thought it would be a normal practice run but he’s hornier than that.
That’s how you find yourself sucking the tip of his dick while he’s getting his hair done. One hand holding your hair as a makeshift ponytail, pushing you closer to his balls. While the holds a script win his other hand. Muttering and memorizing his lines out loud. He was too busy reciting it out loud but moaning every now and then due to the cavern pleasure of your mouth. He also couldn’t move his head too much because he was getting a perm to fit his character. The hairstylist unbothered by the actions happening below. Simply used to it.
You pepper kisses on his tip before slowly licking up and down his shaft while maintaining eye contact. You barely started but his eyes were rolling to the back of his head and he closes his eyes at the sensation.
“Don’t tease,” he moans out. You take a deep breath before taking in his monstrous dick. Inch by inch he enters your mouth. You firmly hold the rest of him as you couldn’t fit it all in. His tip is at the edge of your throat. Completely blocking your air passageway. You breathe out through your nose and resist the urge to gag. You’ve done this a thousand times but it never gets easier because of his size.
You shallowly bob your head up and down his dick. Slowly going faster and taking in more as you went on. Jisung grip on your head tightens as he pushes you in closer to him. Despite the slow speed, the hand with his script inadvertently crumps as his knuckles turn white.
“Fuck this,” he mutters. “Tap my thighs if it’s too much.” He grips your head even harder and moves it harshly in your mouth. Your spit drooling all the way to your chin. Your brain numb from his actions. He drags you up and down even more and as he is about to reach his climax, he holds you right by his balls - letting his seeds flow through you.
“Swallow,” he commands. You make a big show of gulping it down and wiping away your drool with the back of your hand. “Tongue out.” You stick out your tongue to show that you swallowed everything. “Good girl.” He sheepishly grins at you. He kisses you, while bringing you up and placing you on his lap, tasting himself on your tongue. Salty.
He presses a kiss on your temple, “come sit with me. I have a couple more lines to run through and I’m good.” You beam back at him and give him a small peck on the cheek. He nuzzles himself against your neck, and you help him run through the last couple of lines.
“Hair is all good now. The MUA will be here in about 10 minutes to do your makeup.” The hairstylist does the final touch up of his perm.
Nothing is ever innocent with Jisung. You brought over a small strawberry custard cream cake to share with him in the hotel room after he was done shooting. What went from an innocent exchange of feeding each other cake to him accidentally “dropping” the frosting on your chest.
Now, he’s gasping out hot air from his breath, a stark comparison to the cold air hotel room. Making your pussy quench at the contrasting air. He scraps off the excess cream from the cake and licks a bit off his long finger. “Hmmm,” he moans. His adam apple bobs up and down. “My favorite sweet. Now, let’s taste my other favorite sweet.” He flashes a mischievous smile. You playfully roll your eyes at his cheesy joke
He generously slathers the cream on your pussy. Making sure every surface was covered. He looks like a hungry predator who hasn’t had a taste of fresh meat in weeks. He laps off the cream from your pussy with his hot, tantalizing tongue. His licks becomes faster as the sweetness of the cream and the semi bitterness of your fluids mix in together. Creating a wet and creamy sensation that he can’t help but get high on.
Just as you were getting used to his hot breath - he takes it away from you. “Jisung,” you pant out. He only smirks at your reaction. He leaves soft kisses on either side of your inner thigh. Constantly alternating between biting and licking. Claiming every inch of you. He sucks closer to where you want him to be and he gives it to you. Tasting the remnants of the sugary confection and completely inhaling it. He pushes his tongue in and out of your slit. His fingers pinching your clit for extra stimulation and pulling in you closer with his other hand. He’s always been a mad man when it comes to eating you out.
He ditches pinching your clit and inserts his two fingers at once. You can handle it. Always taking whatever he gave. The angle of his straight nose is in a perfect position because it digs in right in your clit. Your legs tightly wrap his head. He can feel the sweat dripping down your legs. All these stimulations and pleasures makes your head empty headed. You were feeling too much of everything. You grip his fluffy hair and tug him even closer to you. Leaving no space between you and him. Not like he wanted to; he could simply suffocate to death like this. Nothing but his name leaving your mouth. “Jisung Jisung Jisung,” you scream out loud.
You weren’t quite there yet but the pressure was building. He continues to eat you out rougher and harder. Two fingers become three. Furiously exiting in and out. In and out. In and ou-
The hotel room door bursts out. Renjun walks in with a smile, “Jisung, congrats. You weren’t a total shit show today!”
Jisung groans as a response. You feel the vibration and heat of his mouth even more intensely. You two continue your ministrations albeit the disturbance in the force. You both were used to Renjun and other staffs barging in to talk about the next work agenda; but sometimes it would be nice to come with no disturbance. Just you and him.
“Anyways, here’s the script for tomorrow.” He drops the script on the table. “Don’t stay up too late kids. You have an early morning tomorrow. You keep this up, and he might increase your screen time!” Renjun saunters as he whistles out the door and closing it.
Jisung works even harder and faster to build up the slightly lost momentum. There’s nothing more he loves to hear than the sweet sound of your moan. At last, the pressure explores like water work just as the door closes. Jisung licks the remains of it - not wanting to waste any part of you. “You heard that?” He grins. “I’m not a total shit show!” He celebrates with his arms wide open.
“You’re not a total shit show! Huzzah!” You scream back before you both envelope in a celebratory hug - jumping up and down the bed.
How to Get Your Boyfriend to Break Up with You 101
“Sometimes you wondered if Jeno could smell the metallic scent of your period blood.”
Pairing -> Patient Boyfriend!Lee Jeno x Insecure Girlfriend!Female Reader.
Genre -> Lighthearted. Fluff. Slight Cringe. No Angst (I promise)!
Word Count -> 8k
Synopsis -> You find ways to get your boyfriend, Lee Jeno, to break up with you.
Disclaimer -> Reader is super insecure (I don’t condone this type of behaviour irl!!! Always love yourself first before you get into a relationship and if you wanna break up with your partner, just go ahead and breakup! Please don’t play these silly little mind games)!
Author’s Note:- Loosely inspired by the movie, How to Lose a Guy in 10 days.
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The reason you said yes to dating Lee Jeno, a handsome and well-liked popular guy who had secretly been crushing on you and confessed one day that he liked you, was so he would break up with you because you were so sure that he liked the idea of dating you and not you. The only way for him to get over his infatuation with you and get him to break up with you, was for him to get to know the real you and not the idealised version in his head.
However, much much much much later, you were still dating Lee Jeno and that was how you found yourself in this predicament.
The burning sensation on your legs was on fire but you couldn't stop pedalling unless you wanted to roll downhill and possibly get hit by moving cars. "How much longer, Jeno?" You panted in heavy breaths as the sweat dripped down on your skin and clung onto it.
"We're almost there, just a bit more." He encouraged positively while he biked in front of you. There was barely any sweat that rolled off him.
"You said that 30 minutes ago!" You complained. "And before that, 20 minutes ago!" You huffed and puffed heavily as you continued the strenuous pedal.
"I promise you, we're almost there." He reaffirmed brightly; even had the audacity to smile when he looked back.
Even with the tightness in your calves and the small backpack on your back that felt heavier by the second, you powered through and pedalled the bike through the rocky terrains of the hill; but not without secretly throwing curses at Jeno. You sighed, you should've known it was never going to be a "casual" bike ride with him. After what seemed like an eternity battling the bike pedal uphill, while Jeno cruised through it with ease, you finally made it to your destination.
The second the tires touched the flat earthy surface, you stumbled down from the bike, threw it aside, and wobbled over to the enormous tree. The first thing you did as you leaned against the tree was unlocked the straps of the bike helmet and took it off your head - a weight had been lifted off your head, literally. Desperate for some water to quench that dry thirst, you took out a water bottle from the bag on your back and chugged the cold water down your throat until there was no more liquid left. The delicious, cold water was a delightful treat for your body.
Unlike you, Jeno strolled to grab your bike that was abandoned in the middle of the field, and set aside both of your bikes in a proper place. "That wasn't too bad." He joined you at the tree and sat down on the bare ground.
You stared at him in disbelief: your legs were still burning with fire from the cycle, your face was covered in sweat, and your hair was matted from the helmet and it strayed in all directions. "You lied to me!" With whatever energy you had mustered left, you complained to him over the gruelsome journey. "We were never "almost there."" You airquoted with your fingers.
He chuckled and popped out two energy gels from his running vest, "but it was worth it for the view." He teared opened one energy gel and fed it to you, which you happily and naturally accepted it.
You followed his sightline and soaked in the view. Jeno was right because the journey was worth it for the view. On top of the hill: it overlooked the city skyline and cars looked like little ants, the picturesque blue sky with its fluffy clouds. "It is a beautiful view." You said in awe, appreciating the little nature and all that comes with it.
His line of vision shifted from the city below to you who was beside him. "My view's a lot prettier." He whispered as he stared at you.
This time, your body burned with shyness instead of tiredness from the cycle. "Cringe." You clawed your fingers in a joking manner but focused your sight on the view and not the handsome man beside you. But what was this guy even on? Even when you were this sweaty and disgusting you were pretty to him? It was definitely time for him to do an eye test because not in this state you weren't. Hasn't he had enough exposure to the real you to want to break up? The relationship between you and Jeno was definitely way past the "honeymoon" stage, but things were going very well in your relationship - almost too well. Sure, you and Jeno have had a couple of arguments here and there but you worked through those every single time. Your eyebrows furrowed at a thought that popped in your head. Eventually, Jeno may get tired of you and your relationship with him and feel like he had wasted his time. Maybe you should speed up the process, give him more attitude and annoy him into breaking up with you? That would be the ultimate inevitability.
It was settled, you were going to annoy him into breaking up with you.
Jeno's voice interrupted your dark thoughts. "It's the truth." He offered a sheepish smile, "by the way, we still have to bike home."
You furiously shook your head and planted your feet firm on the ground. "You can bike home. I'm taking a cab."
He let out a hearty laugh as he stood up and pulled you up with his two strong hands. "You can do this, baby."
You were so sure he was going to break up with you over this.
The barista at B E A N T H E R E, Chenle, was arguing with a customer yet again, while the rest of the baristas continued on with their day like normal. On days you were there, you would've absolutely eavesdropped to find out what was going on, but today, you couldn't care less. The mini fork in your hand fidgeted restlessly around the chocolate cake as you barely took a bite.
There was a bored scowl on your face which concerned Jeno. "Are you ok, babe?" Jeno asked for the umpteenth time. Jeno had ordered a delicious spicy Thai creamy pasta with an iced americano, but he hardly took a bite - too focused on you.
"Yeah, I'm fine." There was an intense eye contact between you and the cake.
"Are you on your period?" He asked you and opened the period tracker app on his phone, only to see you were still a couple days away from getting it.
"Do I have to be on my period to be in a bad mood?" You stabbed a piece of chocolate cake and shoved it in your mouth, pissed off at his assumption. No, he hadn't done anything wrong in particular. You just felt like being a little bitch to see how he would react.
"Uh, trick question?" He said hopefully and finally forked a pasta in his mouth.
"Sexist." You muttered under your breath, then sucked in the few drops of iced peach lemon tea left; you frowned since you were still thirsty but there was no more drink left. "Jeno, I'm thirsty." You grumbled quietly with your head down.
He put his fork down. "Is water ok, love?" and you nodded your head. So, he stood up from his seat, went up to the counter and ordered a bottle of water for you.
"Tip?" The barista, Hendery, asked him as he held the Tip Box in front of him.
"I tipped earlier." Jeno informed him.
With a bored attitude, "new order, new tip." Hendery notified him.
"What?"
"Sorry, store policy." Hendery shrugged.
Has it always been like this? Not willing to put up a fight and with a relented sigh, he dropped in a couple of cash in the box in exchange for the water bottle and returned to his seat. He opened the water bottle for you and returned to his pasta.
You drank your water and observed him as he happily ate his pasta. For some reason, watching him eat always invoked a certain sadness in you. It was the way he was hunched over like a shrimp, you tried fixing his posture you really tried, and inhaled the food that made you sad for some reason. But you knew he was more than happy while he was eating. Thoughts of him breaking up with you invaded your mind once again. You were determined to make him break up with you, and a lightbulb moment appeared for you - to really push him over the edge.
Jeno was in the middle of eating his spicy Thai creamy pasta when you asked him another question. "Jeno, can you get me more iced peach lemon tea?"
Once again, he put the fork down and wiped his mouth with a napkin. "Sure, babe," and went up to the counter, paid for the drink, tipped again, before returning to you with the said drink.
You muttered a small thank you and sipped your iced fruity drink. While Jeno twirled his pasta on his fork and took a big bite before repeating the same action.
You purposely waited until Jeno was back in "eating mode" before asking him again. "Jeno, can you please order a tiramisu?"
He froze and then swallowed the food in his mouth. "Do you want anything else while I'm up there?"
"No." You shook your head.
"You sure?" He asked once again.
"Hmm." You hummed.
"Ok, then." Yet again, he set down his fork and wiped off the pasta sauce with his napkin, then made his way to the counter.
"Hey, is it ok if I don't tip this time? I've already tipped twice within the last hour." He asked the barista in front of him when he ordered the tiramisu.
However, it was a different barista who was manning the counter, Jisung. Whereas Hendery was making drinks for other customers. "Sorry, new order, new tip." Jisung repeated the store's mantra.
With a deflated sigh, he dropped another bill in the Tip Box and left with your tiramisu. He was tired of having his eating disrupted but he smiled when he saw how your eyes glimmered at the sight of the iconic tiramisu.
You fed him the first bite of the tiramisu and then took a bite after him. "Hmm, so light and airy." You moaned at the deliciousness of the dessert. Jeno liked it as well but he craved to finish his spicy pasta without interruptions.
You ate bite after bite until the plate was sparkling clean. It took every bit of self control to not resist the urge to clear out the coffee shop’s entire tiramisu stock. Another person walked by with a salted egg croissant and the buttery smell just hits you. You glanced at Jeno who cleared more than half of his plate off within the time you ate your tiramisu. He was chomping down bite after bite with urgency. You almost felt bad for what you were about to ask him to do. "Jeno." The intonation of your voice was a familiar sound.
Jeno pursed his lips into a thin line and took a deep breath but lovingly paid attention to you. "Yes, my love."
"Can you get me an egg salted croissant?" You fluttered your eyelashes at him.
"Of course, my love." Once again, he got up from his seat, wiped his mouth with the napkin, and ordered at the counter. "One egg salted croissant please and do you mind warming it up?" Jeno ordered and Jisung keyed in the order. Yet again, he inserted a bill in the Tip Box even though he didn't want to.
After waiting for a few minutes, Jeno finally received the egg salted croissant on the plate from a different barista, Jungwoo. "Seems like you're having girl trouble. Trust me, I get it. I have my days too." Jungwoo sighed as he handed the plate to Jeno but without the fork and spoon.
"Oh be quiet, you're not the only one with a girlfriend. Hendery has one too and you don't see him complaining." Chenle remarked at Jungwoo.
"You're just jealous because you don't have one." Jungwoo mocked Chenle and stuck out his tongue.
"Oh, shut up." Chenle raised his voice at him.
Meanwhile, Jeno stood waiting for the utensils. He cleared his throat, "can I just get the fork and spoon, please?" He was desperate to get out of the situation.
"Oh, my bad." Jungwoo said and gave him the fork and spoon.
On the way back to his seat, he swore he could feel all four of the baristas' eyes on him but that was just probably a coincidence, right? In a slow motion, he turned his head back to the counter but they were all occupied with something else. Surely, they would never snoop on customers like that.
He placed the egg salted croissant in front of you and sat down in his chair - ready to finish his pasta. Again.
Your tummy grumbled at the sight of his pasta as you realised Jeno hadn't even offered his pasta to you. What a jerk! "Actually, I want to eat your Thai creamy pasta." You said after he set down the egg salted croissant.
"Do you want me to order another one?" Jeno asked.
"No, that will take too long. I want it now." So, you switched the plates and placed the egg salted croissant in front of him while you had his pasta. Jeno let out a defeated sigh but he let's you eat his pasta. You grabbed a forkful of pasta and brought it close to your mouth but Jeno took a bite out of it first. "Jeno!"
He only responded with his signature eye smile and you couldn't help but muffled a giggle at him. You so deserved that. You ended up splitting both the spicy creamy Thai pasta and the egg salted croissant.
When you returned home, you went to the bathroom and you did get your period but Jeno had already left your place. The cramps were coming down hard so you slumped on the couch. You debated on texting Jeno, asking if he can buy you chocolates since you didn't have any at home, but you gave him major attitude today.
Tears rolled down your cheeks at the thought of him; you missed him and the way he would always lay on your tummy to fight away the bad cramps. Was it going to be like this if you broke up with Jeno? No more asking him to buy you chocolates or help you with your cramps. You wanted to break up with him, right? It was only inevitable, especially since he's seen the bad parts of you. Your eyes were bloodshot at this point when you heard a doorbell on the other side. You went up and checked the peephole to see Jeno was standing there. "Jeno?" You cried. "I thought you went home."
He didn't expect to be greeted with tears when he dropped you off 20 minutes ago. He instantly wrapped you in a warm hug. "Why are you crying baby?" He unwrapped himself from you and observed the state you were in, and gently wiped the tears off your cheeks with his knuckle.
"I didn't know whether I could text you." You bawled and leaned against his chest.
"You know you could text me at anytime, baby." He hugged you tighter and rested his chin on your head.
"Even when you're mad at me?" Your voice was muffled but he heard your question.
You felt the vibration of Jeno's laugh. "Especially, when I'm mad at you. Sorry I didn't tell you earlier, but I went to buy some chocolates for you and you're going to call me a sexist pig for saying this, but your period might come soon." He grimaced and showed you the plastic bag full of chocolates and sweets that he held in his hand.
You cried again at his thoughtful gesture. "It came," you wailed your eyes out. "And it hurts so bad."
Jeno chuckled. "Come, let me help you," and led you to the L-sectional couch. It was a good thing your roommate was out of town so Jeno could stay with you. It was your normal routine whenever your period came; you leaned against the couch while he rested his head on your tummy, the extra weight on you always helped ease the cramps. But sometimes you wondered if Jeno could smell the metallic scent of your period blood.
You turned on some mindless tv and ate your favourite chocolate bar with one hand, while the other ran through his hair and stroked it. Sometimes, you would stop and scratched his head instead; he would always cozy up to you even more and if you ever stopped stroking and scratching his head, he would let out a little whimper. "Sorry for being a bitch today." You said softly.
"It's ok, you're my bitch."
Darn it, Jeno and his unlimited patience and the way he rarely gets bothered about stuff! When was he going to break up with you?!
You were so sure he was going to breakup with you over this.
Somehow, you ended up moving in with him - a new apartment for the both of you. The timing just aligned with the way both of your leases were coming to an end with your respective roommates, it was only natural for him to asked you to move in together.
This was it. Living together meant a test of patience; a test of compatibility. It was a learning curve for both of you. Sure, you've slept over at his place countless times and vice versa, but it was different now that you were living together.
Jeno moved in with only a large suitcase, his gaming setup, and a deflated pillow in hand; in which he later threw away as he favoured your fluffy pillows more. He was a neat person who kept his side of things and his dirty laundry was always in the laundry basket. Even though he wasn't much of a cook, he was always more than happy to prep the ingredients and wash the dishes afterwards. Gosh, he even cleans the bathroom before he showers!
Eventually, you both fell into a harmonious rhythmic pattern of living together. On his days off, he would sleep in till afternoon, so you would often use that time as your "me" time: making breakfast and would set aside an extra one for him, indulge in your little hobbies, or a quick meet up with your friends.
At this point, you thought you would discover a habit of his that you wouldn't like and ultimately break up with him, but no, there was nothing to complain about. Aside from the occasionally "man scent" that lingered in the room after he was done with a workout and his gaming addiction, but you knew and accepted it long before you moved in together.
If there was nothing you could do to break up with him, then maybe you could do something that will ick him out so he would break up with you! So, you left your dirty dishes in the sink, didn't pick up after your dirty laundry, and let the trash pile up. That inconsiderate bastard said nothing and just picked up after you! You were clearly trying to break up with him but he wasn't making it easy.
It had to be revealed sooner or later, but sooner was the answer. There was a secret you had been keeping from Jeno. Less of a secret and more of a habit you had been hiding. You see, your natural sneeze was loud, very loud, and almost screechy-like. But that was only something you did in the comforts of your home. In public and in front of Jeno, you forced yourself to sneeze in a polite manner because you had to and was embarrassed of your sneeze. "ACK-choo!" Your sneeze echoed throughout the apartment even though you covered it with your elbow.
Jeno, who was washing the dishes, turned his head to you and froze. "What the heck was that?" He asked you out of concerned.
"Just sneezing." You replied nonchalantly.
"I've never heard you sneeze like that. Like ever." He was dumbfounded at the sheer sound of your sneeze.
"It's because I hold it in when I'm outside. I have to let it go when I'm at home."
A small grin appeared on his face as he titled his head at this new revelation and resumed washing the dishes - Jeno was amused.
You knew one sneeze wouldn't deter him away. Therefore, you kept doing things like inhaling dust, so you would sneeze more often. Jeno would occasionally get shocked at the loudness of your sneeze, but slowly, he grew accustomed to it; no longer surprised by the suddenness or the volume of it. Sometimes, he even laughs about it when it comes out of nowhere!
Darn it, he's definitely not going to break up with you over this.
You were so sure he was going to breakup with you over this.
There was something about those furry animals that rubbed you the wrong way. No, hate was not the right word for it. You could never hate on them with the amount of cute cat and dog videos you watched, besides, they were always the funniest little beings. Icked out was a more fitting term. Because why is a small animal that is so furry actually moving? Weird.
Despite his allergy to cats and their furs, Jeno was cat sitting for a friend. He couldn't care less if he got sick and snotty from them, they were way too cute. Hence, he couldn't pass the chance to cat sit while his friend was away.
It was a white, Persian cat named Pookie. From the second Pookie stepped foot in the house, she was glued to Jeno at all times. She followed him to the kitchen, the living room, and even the bathroom. The only place Pookie was banned from was your shared bedroom.
At first, since Pookie warmed up to Jeno so quickly, she made attempts to approach you. She tried to sit beside you on the couch or rubbed herself against your leg but she was always met with your constant flinching and you shooing her away. So, she stopped trying to be friends with you and started hissing whenever she saw you. She took all of Jeno's time and he doted her with so much love and care.
It was your designated tv time with Jeno and you both settled on watching, Is Love Next Door? There she was, all cuddled up in Jeno's lap while he scratched her little head. Jeno cooed at how pretty she was and she cozied up even some more to him with a content expression. TV time usually meant that you would be the one to cuddle up to Jeno on his lap, not a cat. You couldn't believe you were getting jealous over a cat, even though you knew it meant nothing. Pathetic.
Instead of sitting close to Jeno, you sat on the other end of the L-sectional couch, far from Jeno and Pookie. Every movement from Pookie, raised the hairs at the back of your neck. You often stole glances at her through your peripheral vision, to make sure she was far from you. Your attention was so focused on Pookie, that you could barely enjoy the drama in front of you.
"Why are you so far away?" He knows you're scared of cats, you made that more than obvious from day one, but liked teasing you to see your reaction. "Come closer," he patted the seat beside him.
"No thank you, that's way too close. I'm living dangerously right now." You crossed your arms and scooter closer to the edge of the couch.
"She's not going to bite you." Jeno chuckled and tried to pull you closer with his long arm but you resisted.
"You don't know that! She hisses at me! Hisses!" You tattled to him. "I swear her eyes turn red and everything."
"It's because you shoo her away when she just wants you to be her friend. Give her a couple of treats and stroke her like this." He demonstrated how he stroked her silky and furry skin and she purred at his comforting actions.
"Ew." You pulled a less than pleasant expression.
"What?"
"It's just…icky."
"Look hot cute she is!" He held her up.
"I didn't say she wasn't cute!" You defended yourself.
"You said and I quote, "ew."" Jeno imitated you.
"Ew to touching her fur!" Disgust was written all over your face at thought of touching a cat's fur. Ugh.
Apparently Pookie was not happy at the lack of attention that was she getting from Jeno, so she let out a desperate meow to get him to focus on her. "Were you calling for me Pookie? Sorry Pookie." He cooed at her and continued to give her cuddles and scratches.
Great, you were being replaced by a cat. What if Jeno wants a cat one day? You sulked at the thought of him adopting a cat but you could not live your everyday life with a cat, which would ultimately lead to a breakup. You saw how happy and affectionate Jeno looked with Pookie, the way his face instantly glowed at the sound of Pookie. Maybe Pookie being here meant that he would realise that he wanted to lead a different life than yours; a life with cats and with someone who adored them like he does. And not with someone who runs away at the sight of them. But it would be great for you because you needed him to break up with you.
Even though your eyes were focused on the drama, your mind was somewhere else. Until, Jeno started poking you with his free hand that was not stroking Pookie. You paid him no attention, however, he was persistent and kept poking the sides of your body, so you swatted his hand away but he kept on playing around. While he kept on poking you, you noticed Pookie's eyes fluttered up and down till it was completely shut - she was peacefully sleeping. Cute.
"Just watch the drama, neno. It's getting interesting." Your whine sounded cute in his ears and you interlocked his fingers with yours so he would stop disturbing you; he grazed his thumb against your hand and traced invisible patterns on it.
At some point, your thoughts floated away and you were immersed in the drama. The tension in the drama thickened as the second leads locked lips in a semi-public space. The close up of their lips interlocking and their bodies mingled in a heated hurry, stirred something in you. You glanced down at the cat on Jeno's lap; she was still peacefully sleeping and even you know that once a cat is asleep on a lap, you. don't. move. So, you turned your focus back to the drama, silently sulking that Pookie had all of Jeno's love and attention.
You felt Jeno's touch leaving you as he unlocked his hand from yours and got up from the couch with Pookie in his arms. He placed her on her bed beside the couch and hurriedly went to you. He hooked one arm behind your knees and the other supported your back and lifted you off the couch."I can't hold it back any longer." He whispered to you.
A stupid grin showed up on your face. You 1 - 0 Cat. Ha! He carried you to your shared bedroom and softly laid you on the bed before your lips collided in a deep exchange.
Meow, meow, meow. That was the sound of Pookie crying for Jeno's attention. Usually Jeno would go running to her and attend to her every need but it was like her cries went deaf in his ears as he left kisses on your jawline. Since Jeno did not come to her, she entered the room stroked herself against his leg that dangled off the bed- begging for his attention.
You pulled away from Jeno since Pookie was now in the room but not without Jeno groaning a disapppinted sigh. Darn it, should've closed the door!
Now, Pookie disrupted the mood and you were so sure that Jeno was going to go put her to sleep again. Instead, Jeno turned to Pookie and shook his head with a cute smile on his face. "Not now, Pookie." He carried Pookie out the room and closed the door on her. He walked back to you with a huge grin on his face, "now, where were we?" and hovered over you. Once more, Jeno pressed his lips against yours but sounds of hisses and scratches from the other side of the door were getting increasingly loud.
"Shouldn't you take care of the cat?" Your voice was slightly concerned as you heard Pookie hissed and scratched.
But Jeno ignored it and only focused on you. "I'd rather take care of this kitty."
You were so sure he was going to breakup with you over this.
"Kill him, kill him, kill him." Jeno scolded in frustration at his headset, the neverending clicking sound of the mouse irritated you bit by bit. At this point, he had been gaming for several hours nonstop and you were sure he stayed up all night, judging by the open cans of energy drinks on the desk.
"Jeno, you said you will go to the festival with me." You whined as you sat on the bed with your arms crossed and a pout on your face. This festival was something you had been talking for the past couple of days and Jeno agreed to go with you but he was still stuck to his gaming chair. You even gave him the benefit of the doubt; you showered, did your makeup, and wore a cute little skirt for today hoping that by the time you were dressed, he was done gaming.
He barely glanced at you but lifted one side of his headphone off. "Babe, we'll go after one more game," and his focus was back on the screen.
You rolled your eyes at him with attitude but he didn't even noticed it. "Sure." "One more game," was a lie you've heard a million times. You clicked your tongue and stormed out of the apartment with your handbag and car key in hand. One way or another, you were going to that festival with or without him. So, you dialled up a close friend of yours and picked her up.
It was something you should've done from the beginning. It was so much more fun going out with your friend instead of your boyfriend; matching cute outfits, selfies, and complaining about your no-good-boyfriends together. The cherry on top? You wasted no opportunity to use Jeno's card. From the beginning of your relationship, Jeno gave you access to his card and had never put a limit on it, so you could use it whenever you wanted. However, like the considerate person you were, even though you regularly used his card, you were still mindful of your purchases. But screw being considerate and screw Jeno Lee! He was going to break up with you, so you might as well spend his money before you both separate. Yes, this would definitely call for a breakup. Thus, you and your friend went on an impromptu shopping spree after the festival - courtesy of Jeno's card, of course. You bought everything you set your sights on until both the trunk and backseats were full.
It wasn't until night had fallen when you received a call from Jeno. Ignore. Then came in the texts.
jenoneno: im sorry babe where ru?
jenoneno: ok ik ure mad
jenoneno: have fun baby
jenoneno: let me know when ure coming home imy
Now he misses you? That pissed you even more. He had the audacity to play games when he promised that he was going to go with you. Surely, he had seen the endless notifications from his card on his phone and that was the reason he even remembered you existed. Both you and your friend stayed out till 2 a.m until she called it quits. So, you dropped her off at her place and routed to go back home when you received another phone call from Jeno. Ignore. You didn't want to see his stupid face, so you checked into a five-star hotel, on his card obviously. You were going to let him suffer for the rest of the night.
It was a comfortable, modern, and luxurious suite with an incredible bathtub. It had been a such a long and tiring, but fun, day thanks to your friend so you settled for a bubble bath to unwind for the night. Surrounding yourself with the calm bubbles helped elevate your mood and released tension. After awhile, you finally came out of the bathroom with the hotel's bath robe wrapped around your figure and a small towel on your head, only to be met with Jeno on the bed. You jumped a little at the sight of him.
"I was worried about you." He said with his arms crossed.
"Jeno, how did you get in here?" You ignored his statement.
He shrugged. "Told them I lost my key."
"And they let you in?" You asked skeptically.
"Yes, because it's on my card." He brought up.
You cleared your throat and feigned ignorance. "I see. Kinda craving room service." You wanted to walk away to the hotel's telephone but Jeno gently pulled your wrist and sat you on his lap, tightened his hold around your waist. You attempted to wiggle your way out of his hold but he anchored you down. Truth be told, you didn't put up much of a fight because the way he holds you was always just so comfortable. Even if his boney bones started hurting you after awhile.
But his strength was sometimes too much. "Stop working out so much." You slapped his chest out of annoyance.
He snickered at you. "Had fun today?" He asked.
"Barely." You rolled your eyes at him as you lied to him. Obviously, you had fun today.
"Barely?" He let out a weird noise. "My bank account says otherwise." He lightly squeezed your hips." His voice dropped to a soft murmer as his gaze on you intensified and his hold on you tightened; while one hand traced up and down your spine.
You drowned in his brown orbs. This was it - the breaking point. He was going to break up with you for mindlessly spending his money. Luring you in with a false sense of security and then dropping the b-bomb. You can already see it, so you embraced yourself for the next words and held in your breath. Those words you had been thinking about loomed over your head like clouds.
He let out a heavy breath, "sorry for being a dickhead today," and rested his forehead against yours. "I should've gone to the festival with you like you wanted." He apologised. "I was worried when you didn't come back home."
You released the breath you were holding and separated your head from him. "You're not mad that I spent an outrageous amount of money?" You were flabbergasted but secretly relieved that Jeno was apologising to you.
Most people would be slightly pissed off at your behaviour, instead, he chuckled and pinched your right cheek and squished it. "You're so lucky I love you. My spoiled girl," and he sealed his words with a kiss on your lips.
Why wasn't he mad at you for spending his money on stuff you don't need?! What kind of sick behaviour was this?!
The aroma of the musty warehouse-turned-boxing-ring clouded your nose senses and the overhead lights highlighted the chipped paint wall; Jeno signed up for an amateur boxing competition. It wasn't your favourite hobby of his, solely because of how he would come home with parts of his face bruised up and his body injured. You voiced out your concerned to him once while you plastered those heating patches on him, suggesting to take up a different hobby but he said that it was just "practice," so it wasn't too bad.
If you knew how bruised and injured he looked when he came home from boxing practice, you couldn't imagine how he would look when it was a competition. You were hesitant to go watch, because you weren't a fan of watching your boyfriend get beaten up, but he wanted you there for his first competition. So here you were: There were multiple boxing rings in the gym where each competitor would fight one on one until there was an ultimate champion. There were multiple strong competitors but Jeno was beating them up, one by one - it went by so fast that he was the first determined finalist.
The other finalist was yet to be determined, so Jeno joined you in the front seat to watch the next fight. You were so close to the front that you could see the competitors warming up.
"Heard that guy is a beast." Jeno spoke in a low voice to you and pointed to the guy throwing practice punches in the corner.
You followed his sightline and glanced at the figure. The male had his face towards the wall, so his back faced the audience, you squinted your eyes at the figure. Something about his silhouette was familiar, especially the way he moved even though you couldn't see his face.
The male turned his face towards the audience and his eyes widened at the sight of you. "Yn?" He stepped closer to you, disbelief that you were here in this run-down warehouse. "It is you!" He smiled brightly which brought out his dimples.
"Hyunsuk?" You reciprocated the energy. "What are you doing here?" You smiled as you got up from your seat to where he stood.
The first thing he did took you by surprised since he immediately hugged you and twirled you around, completely forgetting that he was fighting in a few minutes. "I should be asking you." He put you down and quirked his eyebrows. "Are you here to fight too?" A playful tone teased under it.
"No, but my boyfriend is!" You replied and a flash of disappointment crossed Hyunsuk's eyes but he quickly masked it with a smile.
Jeno flinched from his seat as he watched the guy twirled you like that. His jaw clenched at sight of his natural repartee with you. He stood up from his seat and headed towards you, hand firmly planted on your waist. Up close, he can see the way Hyunsuk easily towered over everyone else, including Jeno.
"Jeno, this is Hyunsuk from high school." You giddily introduced them to each other. "Hyunsuk, Jeno, my boyfriend."
There was a firm grip from the Jeno and Hyunsuk as they shook each other's hands. "Hey, this your first competition too?" Jeno asked Hyunsuk.
"Officially, yeah. Been doing it on and off since high school." Hyunsuk replied. "I've seen you in the ring, you're a tough one." He complimented Jeno but if you listened close enough, it almost felt like a threat. "If I'm lucky, I'll see you in the ring."
The name "Hyunsuk" sounded familiar to Jeno but he couldn't put a finger on it. He knows you've brought up several names from your high school days in conversations, including Hyunsuk's, and it was just on the tip of his tongue but there was a vital piece of information that felt like it was missing. Jeno gritted a smile. "Will see."
On cue, the announcers called out Hyunsuk's name and his opponent to the ring. "I'm about to rip this one out. Stay and watch me?" He asked you as he took off his silky robe from his body; the lights reflected off his chiselled pecs and ridged abs, and his biceps were pure muscles.
You couldn't believe how much Hyunsuk had changed. The last time you saw him, he was lanky and even you had more muscles than him. "Wow, you buffed up! I used to be stronger than you." It felt nostalgic to see a different version of Hyunsuk.
He flexed his biceps extra hard for you. "Yeah, we'll, not anymore, and you can touch it if you want."
"Yeah, you're all sweaty." You joked and pretended to gag. Hyunsuk laughed and then joined the ring as you and Jeno went back to your seats. You missed the way Jeno was grinding his teeth the entire time.
Once seated, Jeno wrapped his arm your shoulder and pulled you even closer to him, knowing that Hyunsuk was watching.
Hyunsuk flashed a smile at you one last time, and gave a small nod at Jeno, before he fought his opponent. The match started and he could see Hyunsuk's height was an advantage for him because it was hard for the other opponent to attack him. While he was mainly in defense mode but his attacks were quick and precise. It was a fierce match between the two of them but Jeno wasn't immersed in watching the match - all he was thinking about was Hyunsuk and you until he finally realised where he recognised that name. He whispered closely to you, "is this Hyunsuk the Yoon Hyunsuk you dated in high school?"
You nodded your head. "Yup." However, your focus was on Hyunsuk and the fight so you didn't notice the intense gaze coming from Jeno.
"Why'd you guys break up again?" Jeno asked.
"We were going to separate universities. You know, long distance, the usual stuff." You answered but you were still focused on the match.
"And who suggested the break up?"
"I did, it was better to avoid the inevitable." You were completely oblivious at how jealous your boyfriend was getting.
It confirmed all of Jeno's suspicions from the beginning - Hyunsuk was still in love with you. He doesn't think you're aware of it but it was obvious to a guy like Jeno. Jeno brewed with jealousy at the thought of that guy being your first serious boyfriend. Sure, Jeno's relationship with other women were a bit more colourful compared to yours, but there were all meaningless until he met you. Even though you had gone on dates with other men in the past, Hyunsuk and Jeno were the only serious relationship you had.
Hyunsuk won the match, so he was the other finalist that would go up against Jeno, and sent a cocky smirk your way.
That was it for Jeno. It was Jeno vs Hyunsuk; a personal battle of the male egos. Jeno had an inkling feeling that Hyunsuk would steal you away from him in a heartbeat, especially since there was no ring around your finger. Jeno joined boxing because he enjoyed the rush of adrenaline from fighting. And maybe on days when he came back home a little bruised than normal, he liked how you pampered him with attention, and kisses. Maybe. But you didn't need to know that.
Winning the competition wasn't initially a priority for him, just getting a hit was satisfying, but he couldn't and wouldn't lose to Hyunsuk. The match started. Even though Hyunsuk had a height advantage, Jeno was agile in his defense. It was an intense match of punching and dodging punches; the winner was unpredictable until the very last second where, Hyunsuk, won.
You hurried over to Jeno as he got off the ring. Win or lose, you only cared about his well-being. "Jeno, you're bleeding." You lightly cupped his face in your hands and inspected his bruised lips closer.
Truth be told, he had become numb to the pain and there was nothing a little ointment couldn't fix. But he loved it when you fussed over him like this, he felt fuzzy on the inside. "My poor baby." You pouted at him. "Hyunsuk, I can't believe you damaged my boyfriend." You scolded Hyunsuk.
Hyunsuk scoffed and rolled his eyes. "I damaged him? Dude can take a punch and throw a punch." He said. "Look at this shit." He pointed at his bruised eyes.
You gasped at how quickly the bruise was turning blue. Ouch, Jeno punched hard. You went closer to Hyunsuk and examined his injury. Jeno instantly pouted when you withdrew your touch from his face.
So, Hyunsuk was in a much worse state than Jeno. Out of instinct, your finger lightly brushed against Hyunsuk's bruise and he winced in pain. "Sorry, sorry." You apologised to him. To you, he was still that lanky kid who was afraid to do stuff even though he's grown past that. "You really need to ice it." You suggested.
"Can you help me ice it, yn?" Hyunsuk asked in a pathetic tone.
Jeno rolled his eyes behind your back as he grew annoyed at Hyunsuk. It was obvious as daylight that Hyunsuk was in love with you even though you were clearly taken by him. So, Jeno did what all men did. He winced out in pain and pretended he injured his shoulder. "Ouc-ouch, I think I dislocated my shoulder, babe." He pretended that it was hard for him to rotate his right arm.
"I didn't go anywhere near your shoulde-."
"Ah, ah." Jeno exaggerated his winced.
Hyunsuk's bruise seemed minuscule compared to what Jeno was going through, so you turned your attention to Jeno. "Do you need to go to the hospital? Where's your coach?" Your voice was concerned.
"No hospital. Maybe those heating pads would do the trick." Jeno covered up his white lie.
"Are you sure? We have to go to the hospital if it's dislocated."
"Maybe not dislocated but it hurts. Let's go baby." He wrapped his "injured" shoulder on you but not without giving Hyunsuk a sly smirk at him. Hyunsuk may have won the match but Jeno left feeling victorious.
This was it.
You were so sure he was going to breakup with you.
The way Jeno had been acting these days made your heart, irregularly, beat faster: he had been coming home late nowadays, no dinners together, and he was always busy whenever you called him.
It was even worse when he was at home, the last couple days had been full of awkward silences and glances from Jeno. Every time you approached him or asked how his day was, he would respond with one word answers, nor did he initiate any romantic touches with you. Which was unlike him to do that. He even cancelled on your designated tv time together!
You received a text from Jeno asking you to meet him at a certain the time and location. It was the impending doom. Your tummy churned and your heart grew heavy at the thought of it finally ending. This was what you wanted, wasn't it?
You dressed up in a nice dress because the location Jeno sent was an upscaled restaurant; he was treating you to one nice meal before he ended it. You've been prepping for this day and went to the venue with a heavy heart - ready for heartache. This was what you wanted the entire time, for him to break up with you.
When you arrived at the restaurant and mentioned the reservation under Jeno's name, the waiter lead you to a different location instead of sitting you in the general dining area. The waiter stopped in front of a French double door, and your heart thumped with nervousness and you forced yourself to take heavy breaths.
This was the end.
With shaky feet, you stepped into a private balcony and gasped as you looked at your surrounding: dimly lit candles, flower petals that lead straight to Jeno on one knee with the sun setting in the background. "Will you marry me?" Jeno asked while he was on one knee with hopeful eyes. He presented a three-stone marquise diamond ring with both of your birthstones on either side of the large diamond in the center.
You gasped in shock at the sight of the ring, that was your dream ring and you only mentioned it once to Jeno in a casual conversation. "You don't want to break up with me?" You choked as tears formed in your eyes.
He blankly stared at you from down below. "Why would I break up with you?" His eyebrows pinched in confusion.
"Because you hate me." Tears flew down your cheeks. "You've been ignoring me the past few days and we didn't watch Is Love Next Door? together!" You were officially a mess, if it hadn't been for your fixing spray, your makeup would've already been ruined.
"I'm sorry baby, I was busy preparing the proposal and was nervous you would find out because I tell you everything." He stood up and tightly hugged you. He was never going to let you go. "I love you, my love." He kissed your temple.
"I love you too, Jeno." You wiped your tears on the lapel of his blazer.
He detached himself from the hug and lifted your chin up. He gently wiped the remaining happy tears with his thumb. "So, what do you say?" Referring to the fact you still haven't answered his proposal.
"Can we watch Is Love Next Door? after this?" You asked.
"Of course, we can." He laughed at the absurdity of your response.
"Then, yes, yes, yes, a million times yes." He lifted you up by the waist and twirled you around. You were glad that after all that he had seen, he still wanted to be with you.
If there was one thing you were certain of, it was that Jeno would be by your side for life.
maybe you shouldn’t have gone on that bike ride.
Thank u for reading <3 (I think she cries too much)
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