EEP THAT'S OK i can always think of something else!! still the same pairings but highschool/coffeeshop/roadtrip?? iDONT KNOW PICK ONE IC AN'T PICK or if you have a better idea thats fine too!! i just really want to see something with them. ; u ; or heck. gen running man cast. really i just want more running man
Never in my life did I think I would write a coffee shop au for any of my ships and yet here I am.
kooksoo / coffee shop AU / PG / 763 words
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For the first time ever, Jongkook-ssi is late.
No, that’s stupid, Gwangsoo thinks. It’s not like he’s entitled to show up every day like he has for the past month at 10 am covered in sweat from his morning run, buy his usual fancy electrolyte-infused bottled water with a grilled turkey wrap and chat with him until the usual people during the lunch rush begin to show up. As if it’s some kind of personal agreement the two had made. It isn't like he’s ever seen the man outside of the café; he didn’t even know him well enough to call him hyung yet, if ever. He might not even show up today at all and Gwangsoo was fully prepared for that to happen.
Its 10:48 when Jongkook staggers in sweat soaked and panting more than usual and Gwangsoo’s universe aligns itself once more.
“Hi,” Jongkook pants out, leaning against the counter while beads of sweat roll down his neck to hide behind his shirt collar.
“Uh, hi.” Is Gwangsoo’s brilliant reply as he’s left dumbfounded by Jongkook’s extra sexy messy state, before he mentally kicks himself, “Running a bit late aren’t we?”
Jongkook chuckles while still trying to catch his breath, “I decided to take a new route today that was longer than I thought, I was starting to get bored with routine but…I’ll have the usual, please.”
Gwangsoo tries very, very hard not to grin at that as he rings up Jongkook’s order and takes out the water from the cooler along with the turkey wrap that he most certainly did not heat up beforehand in preparation for Jongkook’s arrival. Jongkook takes his things and sits himself at the small bar near the register so they can begin to chat about their usual topics. The weather, the dramas that had aired the previous night (and Gwangsoo still can’t get over how obsessed Jongkook is about them), and sometimes Gwangsoo would even tell stories about annoying customers who walked in convinced his little indie café operated exactly like a Starbucks or the foreigners who were even worse. These stories may or may not be a bit embellished to make Gwangsoo out to be more snarky and clever than he in fact is, but Jongkook has yet to call him out on his bluff and laughs at every story without fail.
“So what made you decide to open up a café, especially in an area that’s so hidden?” Has become the hot topic of today’s conversation, Jongkook leans in towards him and Gwangsoo tries not to get distracted by the way the those biceps (which Gwangsoo swears are almost as big as his head Jesus Christ) flex and bulge out under the training shirt from Jongkook’s own weight.
“There’s not much to tell,” Gwangsoo shrugs, and there really isn’t. He’s not about to get into how he flunked out of the best university in his hometown, moved to Seoul to peruse his backup plan of becoming an actor only to fail every audition and have to resort to using what before was his useless knowledge and love for anything coffee related to get by in this city, “I love coffee, and I love being mysterioussssss.” He finishes off the last word with a wiggle of his fingers for emphasis which Jongkook laughs at as Gwangsoo expected, “Though I think you’re the one who’s more mysterious, Jongkook-ssi.”
“Oh, am I?” Jongkook grins.
“Who comes into a café and only gets water to drink?” Their conversation has been going smooth and light-hearted so far and Gwangsoo dares to be bold, if only a little bit.
“Well,” Jongkook starts between bites of his wrap, “Obviously I don’t come for the coffee.” Gwangsoo restrains himself from rolling his eyes as Jongkook continues, “And to be honest, the turkey wraps at the deli on the main street are much better than here.”
“Then why aren’t you going there?” Gwangsoo asks, confused and a little taken aback at the criticism of his turkey wraps.
Jongkook locks eyes with him and it’s a long, awkward minute before everything in Gwangsoo’s brain clicks into place and Jongkook must notice it in Gwangsoo’s expression because he looks down at the floor shyly. The word cute had never been in Gwangsoo’s vocabulary for Jongkook before but now the word might as well be flashing like neon light above his head for the way Jongkook’s blush settles along sun-kissed cheeks.
“Oh.” Is all Gwangsoo can unflatteringly squawk out as Jongkook’s bashful laughter fills the café.
