restless nights; lee minho
[listening to] .... babybaby; suran
Hi bubs, may I request a college au with Minho where the reader works at the coffee shop on campus (saving money because college is expensive af) and Minho having no sleep needs coffee, bus is awakened by the beauty of the reader?
can you do coffee shop minho but he’s like, totally not coffee shop material haha like he’s a dancer or something and school isn’t his thing and hes just really flirty?? if that makes sense????? thank you!!!! <3
okay so these two were a bit similar
so me and my third eye decided to combine them
bc coffee au x college au WITH MINHO? bitch its an experience
so basically as the struggling college student you are who is living off of ramen noodles and the potato chips you found in the back of your cabinet last semester, you decided to get a job
but lets get real who the hell wants to work
luckily the sweet old lady who owns the cafe down the block from your campus recently decided to go 24 hours
which meant more shifts available
and meant you could maybe eat something besides ramen noodles and god was that a blessing.
luckily you had afternoon classes, so working the night shift wasn’t an issue, plus it was only ever just you and a few customers, so the shift was quiet, peaceful, and you could get extra studying in when customers weren’t bothering you.
for months working there it was peaceful, almost too peaceful, on the verge of being mind-numbingly boring
the only people who ever came in were miserable college students and old men who played bingo in the back
until a week before finals, a boy who looked like he hasn’t slept in a billion years came stumbling inside, making all types of noise and heavy rap music blasting through his headphones, ruining the previously peaceful atmosphere
he doesn’t look like the type of boy to be in a coffee shop
he had this rugged look about him, hair an absolute mess and shoved inside of a beanie messily, his clothing a bit oversized and hanging off his body, and an adidas duffel bag alongside his backpack hanging off his shoulders
probably an athlete of some sort
he was your only customer you had all night
the boy clearly lacked sleep, after he threw all his shit on a random table in the corner of the cafe, he stumbled over towards the counter eyes lazily meeting yours
as cliche as it is, the moment his eyes landed on your face, it’s like a surge of energy ran through his body
he immediately straightened his figure, clearing his throat before trying to smile nicely, his previously pale face warming up to a shade of pretty pink
“h-hi..” he mutters nervously, and you greet him nicely with what you’ve been trained to say to everyone that walks in.
“hello! what can i get for you tonight? we’re doing a promotion for our night owls, free refills on all lattes after midnight!” you say with a bright smile and you swear you see him melt right then and there before he shakes his head and lets out of small laugh
“honestly, i don’t even really like coffee.” he admits and you turn your head in a bit of confusion
“so what exactly are you doing at a coffee shop?” you ask amusedly, and the boy with eye bags deeper than oceans looks up to meet eyes with you and maybe it was you melted that this time
he was... cute, dare you say the cutest boy you’ve ever seen, although you know most people wouldn’t consider this look he was sporting to be too attractive... i mean the boy had a hole in his shirt and his hair looks like it hasn’t been brushed in days
“well there’s one thing i hate more than coffee.” he says simply, taking off his beanie briefly and running his fingers through his hair
and just fuck it killed you
“it’s getting kicked off the dance team because i’m failing organic chemistry. also now that i’m here, a pretty face like yours is definitely a reason to stick around” he says with a wink.
god where the hell did this boy come from
it was ass o clock and he clearly hadn’t slept in what looked like days but the flirtatious parts of his brain were working harder than the u.s marines.
you stammered on your next words, cheeks dusting a slight pink, “u-uh-””
“i just need something that will wake me up, i have a quiz at noon tomorrow and i haven’t studied at all, whip me up something real good yeah?”
in with that he drops a bill on the table, saying a quick keep the change babe before he winks one last time, turns around and heads back to his seat
well its safe to say your kidney imploded
why was he so ridiculously attractive?
you couldn’t even move for a few moments after he walked away, and you swore you heard chuckles coming from his corner of the cafe, the little shit was amused by it all wasn’t he?
shaking your head, you start queueing up an order for your favorite latte on the menu with the most amount of caffeine possible. the boy looked dead, he’d need lots of it.
how exactly were you going to even give the boy his damn drink
even pushing the buttons for placing his order had your face burning red
nonetheless you make the drink to the best of your ability, never bothering to care about measurements but fuck when its a customer that beautiful? suddenly you love your job, call you the world’s finest barista.
while the coffee brewed, you couldn’t help but gaze dazedly at the boy across the room.
he came here to study but it looked like he was already knocked out cold, head resting in his arms, his face completely exposed and you just abashedly admired his charms and beauty from afar.
when the drink was finally done, you almost didn’t want to move his figure, but if the mountain of papers next to his body was anything to go by, he needed to be up and working.
you nudge him slightly, “white chocolate mocha with five shots of espresso.” you state simply, proud of yourself for not stuttering
his eyes slowly open, falling onto you and the cup in your hands
he smiles kindly at you, thanking you before taking the drink out of your hands
“let me know if you like it, if there’s any changes you want made I can fix it no problem!” thank goodness for all the training and practice you’ve had saying your directed lines, if it wasn’t for the training you’d probably be stumbling over every syllable.
he takes a sip, and instantly his eyes widen.
“woah, i don’t even like coffee, but this is fucking amazing.” he compliments and you smile at him gratefully before taking your leave back behind the counter
the rest of the night is slow, just the sound of the boy typing away at his computer and the occasional turn of a page as you try to cram through reading a literature essay.
“ahem”
you look up, it’s the boy again, a mischiveous smile on his face
“could i get that refill?” he asks but there’s a lilt to his voice, something that makes you feel like he’s onto something, but you just nod regardless, turning around and whipping it up for him
he takes it thankfully and winks again
you go back to your essay
fifteen minutes pass, and you hear footsteps walking towards the front counter again
“refill?” he says with a grin and you tilt your head slightly, “i just gave you one?”
“i already finished it, it’s free refills after midnight right?”
“well yeah but-”
“okay so i’d like a refill on my white chocolate mocha latte with five shots of espresso.” he says with a stupid grin and you find yourself getting slightly annoyed with the boy and his antics but nonetheless you turn around and prepare another drink for him
this goes on for another hour
you’ve made him like eight drinks
and god knows how he hasn’t exploded from all the liquid in his system
it isn’t until 4am, just an hour before your shift ends that the boy finally rises out of his seat, nine drinks later, stretching
he begins packing up his stuff and you can’t tell if you’re relieved or kind of upset that he’s leaving.
he stops by the counter one last time before he goes, sliding a paper your way
“y’know i ordered all those drinks in hopes that you’d write your number down on one of them, but, seems like you didn’t get my drama reference.” that dumb smirk is back on his face and your face is burning up again, a laugh slipping past your lips
“instead of abusing me at work like this, you could’ve just asked for my number, you know that right? i went through like a pound of coffee beans and a carton of creamer because of you.”
“and to think every cup was delicious to the last drop... you need a raise, really.” he slides a piece of paper toward you, “text me and maybe i can make you coffee next time?”
“you dont even like coffee, do you even know how to make it?”
“i’ll learn.”
“just for me? wow what a charmer you are.”
“i get that a lot.” he winks
“is your eye okay? you’ve winked like fifty times tonight.” you tease
“technically it’s morning.”
“technically you’re irritating.”
he chuckles at your sassiness.
“you’re cute. ... y/n?” he reads your nametag
“hate to say it but you’re kind of cute too.....” you hesitate for a moment, realizing you dont know his name
“minho, lee minho, i gotta get going, but text me, or else i’m coming back here tomorrow and i’m gonna order a hundred cups this time.”
“i’m going to ban you from ever coming back to this cafe.”
“you’d never.”
“what makes you so sure of that?”
“well, if you did, who would you stare at all night if i wasn’t here?” for fucks sake he winks again and even makes a kissy face before throwing his backpack over his shoulder
“text me!” is all he shouts before leaving and you cup your face trying to calm the heat in your cheeks
you do text him, in fact you talk for hours, but he still decides to come to bother you for another night and it seemingly never ends as minho becomes a regular at the cafe.
you aren’t complaining though, the night shift isn’t so lonely with him here.
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