BTS as Flirty Starbucks Guys - Namjoon
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Length: 1661 words
“Did you know that the world consumes 1.6 billion cups -”
“That’s great kid, but I’m in a bit of a hurry, can you move it along please?”
“-of coffee daily.” Namjoon trailed off quietly to himself and instead carried on with the customer’s order, shoulders slightly hunched at the unnecessary rudeness from the man before him.
Honestly, he was just trying to be different and give people facts about the coffee they drink on a daily basis. I mean, after working at Starbucks for quite a while you start picking up facts here and there and also – being incurably knowledge hungry – he may or may not have looked up some himself, but if anyone asked him he’d deny it because why would he spend 2 hours reading books about the history of coffee on a Friday night when he could be out gallivanting – people still used that word right? – with his friends.
But, shrugging off the rushed vibes from the man now speeding walking out the door, coffee in hand and not even a thanks as a tip, he turned to face the next – and last – customer in line and felt all the blood in his body rush to his cheeks.
“Hi, uh welcome to Starbucks, what can I get you?” Namjoon managed to get out, clearing his throat at the end.
“Hi, I’m not really sure what I’d like today. Anything you would recommend?”
“The uh Chai Latte is quite good, but if you’re not in the mood for that the uh Hazelnut Frappuccino is good too, although it’s cold out so maybe something warmer?” He stumbled over his words, cheeks still flushed.
“The Chai Latte sounds great actually, I’ll have that please.” A pause, “Oh and what was that I heard you saying to the guy before me?”
Namjoon keyed in the order before he snapped his head up at the question, promptly knocking over the pen holder.
“Oh shi-oot,” Managing to stop himself from swearing in front of a customer, he bashfully looked down at the counter at yet another accident he managed to cause, when a throat cleared and his attention drawn was back to the person before him.
“I’m so sorry, you must have thought I was done when I paused and I ended up startling you. Here, let me help.”
Then another – softer, more feminine – hand was reaching forward to help Namjoon pick up the scattered pens, some managing to fall on the floor of customer’s side of the counter, and when the fingers of those hands brushed against his while returning one of the pens, he almost knocked it over again.
“Thank you,” Namjoon smiled sheepishly, gesturing to the now non-existent mess, “you really didn’t have to help. And uh, you didn’t startle me. Well you did, but uh not in the way you’re probably thinking? More in the way that no one has really ever voluntarily wanted to hear the random facts about coffee that I know.” Cue awkward laugh and another tentative smile.
“It’s no problem, really. Even though I didn’t startle you in the way I guessed,” more blushing but surprisingly not from Namjoon, “I still kind of added to the accident. But I do find that hard to believe. Why would no one want to know about the substance they are putting into their body on a fairly regular, if not, daily basis?” Namjoon thinks he’s in love… okay well maybe not love love, but as in-like as you can be with someone you have just met and have probably only spoken about 200 or so words to each other.
“My thoughts exactly!” Namjoon almost shouts excitedly –
he reigns it in though because he’s cool, he can keep his cool – and starts to
make the Chai Latte, focusing on not burning his hand
again this week.
“Well seeing as I actually am interested in what I’m drinking, care to share another of those facts you have stored in your brain?”
Now, he’s nearly 100 percent certain that flirting was occurring and it may have been a while since he’d last done it, but he’d be damned if he messed up like last time and give Jimin another thing to tease him about.
“Did you know,” Good start, strong delivery, “that it takes 100 cups,” oh no, “to make 1 bean of coffee.” And he messed up, again.
Namjoon feels his cheeks heating up again and is about to start praying for the ground to open up and swallow him, when he hears a giggle. It’s not that loud and it sounds like the person is trying to stifle it (God bless them for trying), so he takes a deep breath and doesn’t look up while he tries again.
“What I meant to say was, did you know that it takes 100 beans to make 1 cup of coffee.” He managed to get it right this time and looks up to see a smile so pretty and so bright, it could rival Jimin’s or Taehyung’s.
“I didn’t actually know that, but wow, 100 beans? Really? I guess you learn something new every day.” Another smile (no Namjoon’s heart is not beating faster).
“Can I get your name, for your order I mean.” His bashful smile is back and as he poises the pen above the cup, he is graced with another giggle.
That may or may not be Namjoon’s new favourite name.
2 weeks later, Namjoon is on his break sitting at one of the tables near the back with his nose buried in yet another book.
Luckily it’s not another book about the history of coffee (he only made that mistake once and Hoseok and Yoongi still tease him about it whenever they see him with a book which is, a lot of the time) but he’s gotten to the point of reading where he is so focused and zoned out that he’s not really aware of his surroundings anymore so that when he hears a voice, he almost has a heart attack.
“Holy crap, you can’t just sneak up on a person reading! Don’t you know it’s dangerous, like waking up someone whose sleep walking.” Namjoon mutters, one hand over his eyes and the other over his heart that was still beating rapidly.
“Sorry, I keep seeming to startle you every time I’m here.” A laugh, “Do you always read while you’re on your break?”
“I’m pretty sure the last 10 books I’ve read have all
been here. I don’t even know if I’m literate at home anymore.” Namjoon jokes
lightly, but does a double take when he looks up briefly and realises it’s you,
knocking over his
thankfully empty coffee mug.
“I feel like I need to buy you a protective bubble or something.” You laugh as you gesture at the mug he’d just knocked over and Namjoon can feel his cheeks heat up (which seems to be their constant setting around you).
“You’re not the first to say that,” He laughs, “but the guys all say I’ll probably pop it while trying to get into it so that idea was a no go.”
You laugh along with Namjoon and when he motions for you to sit opposite him you don’t hesitate, smiling sweetly before crossing your arms and leaning forward on the table as if waiting for him to tell an exciting story.
“So, what’s my fact for today?” You’re grinning and Namjoon smiles back bashfully, dimples on full display making your heart do things that it usually didn’t do, like skip a beat.
“Did you know that the world record for the most coffee consumption is 82 cups in 7 hours?” He’s practically grinning now and if you weren’t sitting in front of him he’d fist pump because he actually got the fact right saying it the first time.
“Wow, that’s a lot of coffee. Whoever did that probably couldn’t sleep for ages!” You’re laughing again and Namjoon joins in, relishing in the sound.
“I have another one for you.” He’s fighting the scarlet threatening to colour his cheeks, but he feels confident as you smile sweetly at him.
“Let’s hear it then.”
“Did you know that there’s a really good chance,” Really good start, “that you’d have a nice dinner,” uhm, “if you went to time with me?” Oh God no, not again.
Namjoon doesn’t stop his will to face palm this time and
groans into his hands as soon as the last word has left his mouth. He doesn’t
know what he’s done to deserve this, why he did so well finally with the fact
earlier and messed up now where he really wanted to be smooth, but he supposes
he’ll never know and instead hopes for the rejection – he’s no doubt about to
face – to be quick
You’re giggling softly now – like you usually do when he mixes up his sentences – and reach over to gently poke one of his hands to get his attention, which works after a few tries and he slowly lowers his hands while looking down at the table between you, not wanting to meet your gaze.
“Did you know,” You start sweetly, the beginning of your
sentence grabbing his interest at the wording and making him look up shyly, “that
there’s a 100 percent chance that I’ll have a great time when I go to dinner with you because you know tons of facts about
coffee and because it’ll be with you.” You’re blushing now and Namjoon is
gaping at you, but that soon turns into a wide dimpled grin and he honestly
wants to thank his brain for storing all those facts (and forgives it for
messing up all those times while trying to tell you some of them) because he’s
sitting here with you now and he’s
99.9 100 percent sure that he has a
date with you, at some stage, he just has to choose a day now… crap.