Sicheng + coffee shop au + 18 “I’m not jealous” maybe?
[a/n] hi, anon! thanks so much for requesting! i'm so happy to have received a request with sicheng as the male lead so i had a lot of fun writing this drabble! enjoy!! xoxo
PAIRING. sicheng x female barista!reader
GENRES. romance, comedy, coffee shop!au
PROMPT. "i'm not jealous."
WORDS. 1006
Being a barista was a relatively cool part-time job with lots of perks.
For one, unlimited coffee.
Your boss, Kun, was the sweetest guy ever who allowed you to work as a barista in his café even though you had 0 experience.
Your co-workers, Hendery and Xiaojun, were the funniest guys ever and they always made your shifts so entertaining.
Your regulars, Ten, Lucas, and Yangyang, were the nicest customers you’ve ever met in this line of service (and they gave you nice tips too even though you insisted that they shouldn’t).
And last, but not least, it was thanks to this job that you met your now-boyfriend, Sicheng.
The story of how you got together with Sicheng was actually quite funny. Perhaps not terribly hilarious, but definitely bordering on what people would call “cute” in the cringiest way possible. But you didn’t regret the way you hit on Sicheng, especially not when your method proved to be successful.
“Hey, you,” Sicheng greeted you with a cute smile before leaning over the counter and gave you a small peck on the lips.
“Hi.” You smiled against his lips.
Your boyfriend then proceeded to take the seat and table closest to the counter before setting himself up for a study session in the café. Due to both of your busy schedules, you two made it so that you two would walk back to the university dorms together. Since he was done with his classes early today, he came by to wait for you at the coffee shop.
“What do you feel like drinking today?” you asked him as you picked up a paper cup.
“Kun reminded me to tell you to stop using the paper cups for Sicheng,” Xiaojun piped up as he came back from the bathroom and did a fist-bump with your boyfriend.
“He also wants to tell you to stop giving him free coffee,” Hendery added after serving a drink to the last customer. “He said and I quote, ‘This isn’t a charity, I’m running here, but a business,’ and un-quote.”
You three gave each other a look before bursting out in laughter. When was the last time you three actually listened to your boss, anyway?
(You could already hear Kun crying at your way of thinking, but that was simply the way you three showed your love to him.)
“It’s been almost close to two years since you and Sicheng started dating,” Xiaojun commented. “Isn’t it about time you stop with the pick-up lines on the paper cups?”
You looked at him with scrutiny before turning to your boyfriend. “What do you think? Do you want me to stop?”
Sicheng shrugged nonchalantly with an angelic smile. “I don’t mind, really. I actually look forward to them every time I come by.”
“See,” you said as you motioned to your co-worker, “there you have it.”
“Please,” Hendery scoffed. “You mean to tell me that Sicheng liked it when you wrote, ‘You look so familiar. Didn’t we take a class together? I could’ve sworn we had chemistry.’ or ‘Your hand looks heavy — can I hold it for you?’? Stop lying and just say you want to put your claim on him, or something.”
“Awn,” you cooed and pinched Hendery’s cheek. “Is someone jealous because they don’t have a cute girl writing pick-up lines for them on their coffee cups?”
“No one thinks that you’re cute!”
You pinched him slightly harder before slightly pushing Hendery away. “Sicheng does.” You turned to him. “Right?”
Sicheng only chuckled and nodded. “The cutest!”
Hendery rubbed his cheek, hoping to soothe the pain, before grumbling, “I’m telling you, Sicheng, you better leave this girl soon because she is violent.”
You simply rolled your eyes and proceeded to make a caramel macchiato for Sicheng, one of his favourite drinks, while Hendery was manning the cash, and Xiaojun went to the back to bake some pastries. You pondered on which pick-up line to use on your boyfriend and decided to ask for his opinion, when you saw him talking to another girl who was standing a bit too close for your comfort.
“Oh, would you look at that?” Hendery mused. “She gave her number to him.”
The girl didn’t even give the chance for Sicheng to refuse the piece of paper that probably contained her phone number and then left with her drink in her hands. You thought to yourself that maybe you should have spat in it or something, or give her two pumps of caramel drizzle instead of four.
“Hey,” Sicheng said as he came to the counter, realizing that you were done making his drink. “What did you write for me, this time?”
You narrowed your eyes at your boyfriend before turning away from him and hid the paper cup and pen. “Nothing yet.”
Sicheng seemed puzzled by your sudden change of behaviour, which made sense since you were nothing but loving and sweet not even a couple of minutes ago. The wheels in his head turned and he let out a small ‘ah’ of realization before snorting to himself, his arms crossed on his chest, smug.
“Is someone jealous?”
You spluttered. “Who’s jealous? Me? Psh. I’m not jealous. Hendery, are you jealous?”
Hendery raised both of his hands and backed away from you. “Oh, hell no, you are not bringing me into this.”
You rolled your eyes. “Whatever, I’m not jealous. Why would I be jealous?”
Sicheng shook his head and chuckled deeply. “You’re cute when you’re jealous.”
“Uh, huh,” you replied back distractedly as you wrote your daily pick-up line on his coffee cup. You then handed it to him with a sickenly loving smile. “Here you go, my love.”
He puckered his lips in thanks before taking a sip and returned to his seat. Giddily, he turned his paper cup around to find what you had written for him, to only see you had only written four words this time around.
You can go die♡
Well, those were definitely not the words he was expecting to read.
PAIRING. winwin x (female) reader
GENRES. slice of life, romance, slight angst, fluff, lowkey strangers-to-lovers!au, soulmate!au
💌 part of the OF FIRST SNOWS AND SOULMATES collaboration
with @ppangjae, @sehunniepotwrites, and @jeongvision
SYNOPSIS. denying your feelings has always been a talent of yours. it is a mindset that helped you stay clear of any unwanted trouble. ultimately, you’re the only one who knows what is best for yourself. but when you stumble upon a diary from your future self that goes against all sense of logic and your frame of mind, you have to wonder whether you should listen to those messages in order to secure your happily ever after, or ignore them to keep the status quo. but in the end, aren’t you the one who you should know yourself best?
PLAYLIST. i’m in love by baek yerin • violet by daniel caesar • dream launch by wayv • one step closer by intersection • if i could ride a bike by park bird & chevy • just friends by keshi • flower by johnny stimson • moonlight by ariana grande • fine by taeyeon • time and fallen leaves by akmu • roman holiday by halsey • love me the same by jessica
[a/n]: a small teaser because i am almost done with the story! i don’t have an exact date as to when will i post the whole fic, but this is for those who have been patiently waiting! thank you and enjoy this snippet xoxo
Summer was easily one of your favourite seasons.
You enjoyed the hot weather, the sunbathing, the laziness, the freedom, the stickiness of your sweat on your skin against your clothes, the occasional road trip to the city, the iced cappuccino from the coffee shop next door.
And most importantly, you enjoyed the time spent working at the old bookstore in your small town owned by your family during your summer vacation.
You met all kinds of people at the bookstore.
People who travelled all around the world. People with stories to tell. People who decided to vacation in your small town. People who were your regular customers. People who eventually became your friends.
You adored returning to your small town after spending almost a whole year in the city for university.
Your friends had always invited you to travel or to stay over at their place, but you’d always refused. That feeling of always wanting to go back home, of returning to your family’s bookstore – it had always remained engraved in your heart, but you never understood why you’ve always felt such a pull, either.
Especially starting from this summer, more than ever.
For once, you actually considered accepting your friend’s offer to vacation at their summer townhouse. Your mum would always tell you to go out and enjoy your youth instead of spending it at your family’s dusty bookstore. But, you found yourself rejecting the offer. You didn’t understand the gut feeling that told you that there was nothing wrong with going back home for the summer holidays.
It almost felt as if destiny had nudged you just a little to make that decision.
The books that you and your mother had carefully picked from the catalogue provided by your supplier finally arrived. You thanked the delivery guy and grabbed the clipboard with your orders’ list to make sure everything you have received was correct.
You preferred manning the cash and helping people find the books they were looking for, over working in the back, counting stock. But this was the only time you preferred over working in the front because you get to have a firsthand pick on the newly arrived books.
There was just something about the smell of freshly printed books as you shelved them. To you, they always smelled like magic. As one of your favourite authors, Carlos Ruiz Zafon, said, there’s nothing that could beat the feeling of stepping into a bookstore and breathing in that perfume of paper and magic that strangely no one had ever thought of bottling.
As you finished counting the stock, you noticed there was still one left in one of the boxes. You frowned and returned to your list, wondering if you had missed one. But you didn’t. You weren’t one to make mistakes like that. You cautiously picked it up, a bit surprised to find there wasn't a title or the name of the author printed on the cover.
There was nothing special about the book – it was as plain as it can be. A bit tattered around the edges, but charming in its own way. You didn’t understand the pull that you felt towards the leather-bound book that urged you to open it.
To only find that it was empty.
It seemed like a diary and not like a mysterious book like you originally thought.
You were slightly disappointed.
You grabbed the book and headed out to the front. “Hey, Mum,” you said as you walked to her. “Did we order some stationery by accident or something?”
Your mum frowned and tilted her head. “No, I don’t recall ordering any stationary. Why?”
You raised the book and shook it slightly. “I found this diary in one of the boxes. Do you think the supplier made a mistake?”
“It isn’t really like them to make a mistake like that,” she replied with a concerned look and brought a hand to her chin. “And I don’t think they even sell stationary.”
“Huh,” you responded as you glanced at the diary and flipped through the pages. “Then, can I keep it?”
Your mum gave you a look. You smiled innocently as you patiently waited for her response. She sighed and waved you away. “Do whatever you want with it after calling the supplier and ask them about it. And you can keep it only if they confirm that they haven’t made a mistake. Understand?”
You almost rolled your eyes. “Yes, mummy.”
So, you quickly went back to the back and gave a call to your supplier. The latter was confused when you told him about it because indeed, as your mother pointed out, they didn’t provide any stationary. And since it was already in the box when they delivered it to you, they told you to keep it.
You weren’t one to keep a diary. You’ve always wanted one but you were either too lazy or too busy. You remembered starting a bullet journal to only give up after a week because it demanded too much of your time and energy. Bullet journals had to be pretty and decorated. Diaries did not. So, you immediately felt motivated to start a diary.
You wrote your name nicely in cursive at the designated page, right after the This belongs to, and smiled as you let the ink dry. You didn’t really have anything eventful to write. You told yourself that to make this easier for you, you would only start writing when something wonderful or terrible happened to you. So, the first page remained empty until further notice.
However, the next day, you realized that something was written on the first page. You didn’t carefully read what was written, just confused because you remembered not noting anything down.
“Hey, Mum, hey, Dad,” you greeted them as they were preparing to leave for the bookstore. “Did you guys write anything in my diary because you couldn’t find a notepad or something?”
Your dad looked at you weirdly. “Why would we do that?”
Right, why would they?
So, who did?
You shook your head at them. “Never mind them, have a safe trip. I’ll eat breakfast and then head down around lunch.”
“See you later then, sweetheart.”
You hummed as you flipped the diary back to the first page once again and began to read the first few lines as you ate your eggs.
June 20th
I’ve always felt that there was something magical about the change of seasons. And even more so when it’s the summer solstice because it means that my favourite season is finally starting for real. As one of the hottest days of the year, my friends blasted me with text messages saying I should have gone with them to their summer house and that I’d regret it. Truthfully, I really thought I was going to regret it.
Until he came to the bookstore.
Your lips tugged upwards at the words. Long forgotten was your initial confusion about the person who mysteriously wrote in your diary and curiosity replaced it instead. The author strangely reminded you of yourself. A bit naïve and romantic, but you always told yourself there was nothing wrong with being a dreamer.
You glanced at the date displayed on your phone. Coincidentally, it was June 20th as well. You went back to the diary entry. But your smile immediately fell as you read the next sentences.
Hey there, you bookworm, this isn’t a prank. This is a message written by yourself from the future. I’m hoping that you have received the diary and that you will read this message carefully. Please do not think for a second that this is some sick joke done by your friends. I know you best. I know myself best. You know yourself best.
You know you are the type to believe this. So, take a chance with this and continue reading on, okay?
On June 20th, you will meet your soulmate at your family’s bookstore. He goes by the name of Sicheng. Actually, you’ve already met him before but you two never got close.
You immediately shut the diary. You took a deep breath and exhaled sharply as you pondered at the possibility of this really happening to you. Yes, you were a dreamer, but you were a realist, as well.
Soulmate?
You couldn’t understand how this diary even got from the future to you. You decide not to think too much about it and wolfed down your breakfast before hastily heading to the bookstore, hoping that the store’s calm and serene atmosphere will bring you down to Earth.
You dared to reopen the diary as you took a seat on the bus that led you to downtown. You unconsciously rubbed the pages of the journal with your thumb, feeling the coarse paper on your skin and reminding you that this is in fact, reality.
You continued where you left off earlier. You told yourself there was no harm in reading the rest of the entry. After all, in the end, you were the one who can decide what to do with the newly found information.
Your eyes read over the name of your supposed soulmate.
Sicheng, you mouthed to yourself.
The person who wrote the entry wasn’t wrong though. You’ve already met Sicheng before, but you weren’t too close with him. You were in the same circle of friends, always cordial and polite to each other, but your friendship never blossomed into anything.
Truth to be told, many of your female friends or acquaintances either had a crush on him or went on a date with him, so you were never too comfortable sharing the fact that you had the tiniest crush on the boy.
(Who didn’t have a crush on him, anyway?)
You couldn’t remember much of your first impression of the guy. You remembered meeting him the first week of frosh. Your department didn’t have a frosh so one of your close friends, Dejun, invited you to his department’s and that was where you met Sicheng.
He was a bit reserved but definitely opened up whenever someone approached him. You were slightly intimidated by his aura. Perhaps, that was the reason why you never got close to him.
You might think to yourself – how on Earth is Dong Sicheng your soulmate? The truth is, I know you’ve kept your distance from him because Sooyoung had a crush on him. But that distance is what led me – the you from the future – to become unhappy because she was too much of a coward to chase after someone who felt so out of reach.
I know you and the girls have always said to never ruin your friendship because of a relationship – because of a guy.
But, what if that guy was your soulmate?
I never realized just how in love I was with Sicheng until I was invited to his wedding. An event that utterly crushed me and left me pondering over the ‘what-ifs’ for an embarrassing, painful amount of time.
And I don’t want that for you.
So, I’m hoping this will reach you soon enough.
All the way back to the day the nature of your relationship with Sicheng changed.
When you meet him – whatever instincts that tell you to back off from him, ignore them. Whatever you’re going to think of doing, don’t and do the opposite instead. Don’t be afraid and believe in yourself.
