Caramel (Yoonmin) Oneshot
♦ Summary: Min Yoongi is a barista at a local campus coffee shop, and he works with 2 loud, annoying boys and a manager that hides in the back with the chocolate chips. He manages to keep his life together until his eyes lay on a cute, lactose intolerant boy who has sunshine in his eyes. His thoughts are plagued with Park Jimin and he wants to call him his. How? Simple. By a caramel frappuccino.
♥ Pairing: Park X Min Yoongi
♥ Genre: Coffee Shop AU, College AU
♥ Word Count: 4,595 (Dis is a long one, but it’s so worth the read)
♦ Extra Warnings: Fluff, fluff, swearing, and more fluff
The blonde leaned against the counter top, and watched the trickle of early-rising students walk in and out of the cafe, sitting at different tables and sipping on their drinks while they hunched over laptops and notebooks. The soft clicking of keyboards and the flipping of pages mixed well with the aroma of vanilla and cinnamon that wafted through the air, warming Yoongi down to his toes and leaving his mind at peace.
He sighed as he looked over at the tall male who just walked in with a backpack slung over his shoulder and the fringe of his red hair peeking out from under his black beanie. He had a smile on his face, one so big that it was impossible for Yoongi to wrap his head around. It’s 9 am and someone has the actual mindset to smile? He would never understand.
“Honorifics. And you’re late. Again.”
Hoseok shrugged as he walked behind the counter and placed his bag in the corner. In the back of his mind, he knew that he would trip over it eventually, but he didn’t bother to mention it to Hoseok as he wrapped the black apron around his waist.
“Seokjin-hyung wouldn’t fire me, I’m the best waiter here.”
“You’re the only waiter here.”
Hoseok shrugged again. “Still counts.”
Yoongi sighed as he greeted another customer, taking their to-go order and turning towards the machine. Mornings were always pretty slow, so Taehyung wasn’t really needed to man the cashier. Besides, Yoongi already had to deal with Hoseok, Taehyung was just too much and he was sure he’d lose it if he saw the boy before twelve.
There was something soothing about the sight of watching the dark espresso rise in the cup, steam swirling into the air. He placed a lid on top and handed it over to the girl, returning her small smile as he passed her the cup.
“No problem.” He turned back across the counter. “Hello, what can I get yo-”
Yoongi stopped mid-sentence and marveled at the sight in front of him. Holy shit.