POV: Junghwan is chosen to go on a coffee run to get TREASURE's caffeinated fuel to survive their dance practice...
Pairing: idol!junghwan x barista!reader
Genre: fluff
Wordcount: 530 words, 2916 characters
A/N: This is my first REAL piece of writing that I've published, and English is not my first language - so please bear with me and my bad grammar. I plan on writing more, but I'm starting with short one-shots to become better at it. I stan multiple groups, so please do interact with this post and message me if you have any requests ♡
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Junghwan pushed open the café door. He tugged his black face mask a little higher, feeling awkward as he realised he was all alone. He wasn’t used to doing coffee runs—usually one of the older members got stuck with that job—but today it had apparently been his turn.
He had collected the order of all nine of his members, none of them too complicated - but the task felt overwhelming without one of the older members whom he had grown so dependent on over the few months they had spent together.
The bell above the door chimed, and that’s when he saw her. She was behind the counter, tying her brown apron with a little frown of concentration, and when she looked up, Junghwan swore the world tilted a little.
She looked up, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she greeted him with a smile. For a moment, Junghwan forgot what he was doing. He wasn’t Junghwan the idol, he wasn’t Junghwan the youngest member on errand duty—he was just a teenage boy who suddenly couldn’t breathe properly.
“Hi! What can I get started for you?”
Junghwan blinked. Oh, right—the list. He scrambled to pull it out, nearly dropping it in the process. His ears and cheeks flushed bright red as he read out each drink, trying not to trip over the words, and careful not to slip up and mention the names written messily beside each drink order.
She just nodded, tapping it all into the register with practiced ease.
When she handed him the receipt, their fingers brushed. Junghwan froze.
“You’ve got a lot of drinks,” she said, smiling playfully. “Big study group?”
He hesitated. He wasn’t supposed to say too much. “Uh… something like that.”
Her smile lingered anyway, and he felt his heart trip over itself.
While he waited, he pretended to scroll on his phone, but his eyes kept drifting back to her—how focused she looked steaming milk, how she laughed with her coworker. It was ridiculous, he thought. He was standing there, waiting for ten beverages, and the weight of the upcoming schedule was pulling at him, but all he could think about was how much he wanted to come back tomorrow.
When she finally slid the multiple cup holders across the counter, she added a small cup on the side.
“This one’s on the house,” she said with a wink. “You looked like you needed it.”
Junghwan glanced down. A simple iced latte with a heart doodled on the lid.
His ears burned again. He mumbled a quick thank you, clutching the cup like it was something precious of extreme value and not just a cup of cold coffee.
As he stepped back out into the street, he realized he didn’t even like coffee. He had purposely ordered a hot chocolate, as the coffee the older members usually drank was too bitter for him.
Nonetheless, Junghwan made a promise to himself as he walked back towards the dance studio - tomorrow, when they had practice again, he would volunteer to go on the coffee run just to see the cute barista again. Maybe next time he could get her name…?
namjoon, taehyung, and yoongi are kind of like the triangle of wisdom in BTS. namjoon philosophically, yoongi pragmatically, and taehyung is rebel wisdom incarnate like hell that dude is always one weverse subtitle away from being karl marx with a perfect face lmao bc imagine if this was taehyung’s world? disbanded female groups would be winning the class war while he is twerking in 6 inch heels
R&B music plays softly throughout your room, drowning out the thunderstorm set to pass over the city tonight. You're laying stomach down on your bed, scrolling through your phone when Wooyoung walks back into the room. A sly smile plays on his lips as he walks towards the bed, and he slowly climbs on top of you. You groan at the pressure of his body laying atop yours, but he can't help but laugh at your reaction.
“You sure you don't need a manly man to keep you safe from the storm tonight?” He asks, ignoring your complaints to get off of you.
“What manly man?” You rebut, rolling your eyes. Wooyoung scoffs and sinks even more of his weight onto you. You whine out his name, struggling to get him off of you.
He reaches down to pinch your side, leaning in close to your ear. “Come on, you usually like this position,” he whispers, his breath hot on your skin. It sends a shiver down your spine, but he continues. “Especially tonight, when you couldn't stop screaming my name-”
Ignoring the heat that rises to your cheeks, you use all your strength to push him off. He rolls onto his back next to you, chuckling. “Stop laughing,” you pout, turning your face away from him.
“How can I when you look this cute?” He asks, pinching your cheek and then leaving a quick kiss in the same spot.
Thunder crashes loudly outside, bringing his attention away from you for a moment. “You sure you don't need me to stay tonight?” He questions, eyes much softer as he turns back to you.
You finally meet his eyes, smiling sweetly back at him. “You've never stayed the night before, and I don't think a little thunderstorm is going to change that,” you tell him.
He sighs, but his smile remains, and he nods. “Alright, alright,” he lets out, rolling off the bed and onto his feet. He leans over, patting your head gently. “I'm just a few doors down if you need me.”
“I know, Wooyo,” you reply, nodding back, almost leaning into the touch of his hand. “Sleep tight, okay? And make sure to say hi to Yeosangie for me.”
Wooyoung laughs again, “Of course.” He leans down even more, leaving a kiss on your forehead. “Sweet dreams, Y/Nie.” He pulls back, waving teasingly before he goes to leave your room.
He walks through the quaint apartment you shared with Karina, decorated with lively colors and trinkets the two of you had collected over the years. The apartment was a perfect representation of your personalities, and even more so, your friendship. Bookshelves were lined with photos of the both of you, including one of Wooyoung's favorites: a photo of you and Karina when you moved in together just over a year ago. It was his favorite because he would go on to meet you that same exact day. He stares at the photo with soft eyes and a sweet smile, but doesn't stay much longer.
He walks through the front door, shutting it behind him. He stands there for a moment, smile falling as he lets out a sigh. After letting his thoughts settle, he finally turns to return to his apartment.
synopsis ⤏ when wooyoung, mr. "scared of commitment," finds himself catching feelings for you, his supposed friend with benefits, he struggles between keeping things casual or possibly ruining your friendship.
a/n: and here's the first chapter of casual 😖😖 i hope u all enjoy hehe
➙ doing the “rating/ranking my exes” trend ft. txt
pairing: non idol!txt x fem!reader
genre: crack
warnings: lowercase intended, not proofread, use of profanities, yn clearly does not like beomgyu AT ALL
a/n: after the enha ver, a few of you guys also asked for a bnd ver and txt ver when id asked if you’d like one so here it is, i hope you all like it :)
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