The door to the break room bangs open, and Jimin comes running in, squealing excitedly, “He’s here, he’s here!”
“Who’s here?” Taehyung asks, looking up from his game to do so because Jimin always manages to catch his attention.
Namjoon keeps looking down at his book, but he’s not reading anymore. A blush crawls up his neck onto his face. He already knows the answer. He’s regretted mentioning it ever since that he thought Cafe de Leche Guy (CDL, for short) was hot. Now Jimin fucking tortures him about it every week they’re on shift together.
“The guy,” Jimin hisses, grabbing Namjoon by the shoulder. “Get out there, hyung. I ran out just as he was coming up the counter. He probably thinks I’m rude. But just go, go!”
He makes a little shoving motion, and Namjoon startles forward, sliding up out of his chair before he realizes it. “Okay,” he grumbles. “Poor guy just wants his coffee.” So Namjoon clocks back in early, telling Jimin over his shoulder, “You owe me fifteen minutes later.”
In the front, he’s greeted with CDL standing there. He doesn’t look impatient, just a little bemused, maybe with a dash of distracted. Namjoon thinks it’s a good look on him, just as good as when he comes in with friends from the nearby campus and he’s all smiles, or when he’s hunched over his computer chewing on his lips.
“Hiya,” he says, then wants to brain himself. Who the fuck says ‘hiya?’ Namjoon does apparently. Fucking loser. “Um, what can I get you?”
The guy smiles at him, his heart-shaped mouth moving appealingly to do so. “Same thing as usual. Cafe de Leche, largest size you have. And maybe one of those apple turnovers today too; they look delicious.”
“They are,” Namjoon promises earnestly as he rings up the order. “Our baker, Jin, made them fresh like an hour ago. I may or may not have been his taste-tester.”
The guy’s eyes wrinkle behind his horn-rimmed glasses. “Well, great. Got the endorsement straight from the horse’s mouth then.” He hands over a card to pay today instead of the usual wad of cash.
As he’s swiping it, Namjoon takes a glance at the embossed name on it. Hoseok. His name is Hoseok. He mentally replaces CDL with that because it sounds way more suited to him.
“It’ll be up in a minute,” Namjoon tells him as he hands back Hoseok’s card. He hopes his voice isn’t as husky and overly fond as it sounds to his own ears.
Hoseok’s fine boned fingertips touch his as he takes his card back. He smiles again, slow and knowing. “Thanks, Namjoon.”
Pairing: Jumin x Female MC (Side note there is implied JaeheexZen in here too, okay bye)
Synopsis: MC is trying to figure out everything whilst certain things trigger flashbacks, rendering her even more confused and afraid of everything she’s forgotten
It was now quarter to eleven that morning and you still hadn’t remembered anything about the dream. You could remember though, the feeling of complete helplessness when you’d woken up from it and the way you had been rendered motionless as you’d looked at the door. Jumin had left for work but promised he’d be home as soon as possible. You weren’t sure if you wanted him home now or never.
As you weren’t incompetent you left the penthouse, much against the bodyguard’s wishes. You’d walked around the city, your muscle memory taking over and having you end up in front of a cute little coffee shop. When you’d walked inside there stood a short woman with her long hair tied up in a bun, and upon seeing you her face lit up.
“MC! I’ve been wanting to see you, but there just hasn’t been time.” You smiled softly recalling her as Jaehee, one of the people who visited you rather often in the hospital. “How’ve you been holding up?”
“Alright, I suppose? It’s been weird being home, even though it’s only been two days.” The man who visited often along with Jaehee showed up too, Zen if you remembered his name correctly? The two of them continued asking you things and telling you what had been happening in their lives as well. It didn’t take them long to realize something was wrong as they started asking you what had happened when you’d disappeared, you could only lie for so long.
You couldn’t help but notice the disappointed looks on both of their faces, though they tried to hide it well.
“You don’t remember anything?”
“Everything’s blank except the night I woke up in the hospital forward.” You shook your head, “I don’t know what to make of anything.” You found yourself looking at the table and distracting yourself by messing with your fingers.
“Well, let’s just say that neither of us particularly liked Jumin but he really does love you more than anything. You should talk to him, he might be able to help. He’ll want to help.” Zen stayed silent as Jaehee spoke.
After around ten more minutes you left, letting the lunch time rush get their full attention. On your way out though you saw a man sat on a bench across the road from you. He looked tall, even sat down, his body so skinny and legs too long for him. When his eyes caught yours though all of the air you’d taken in had left your body, you couldn’t move.
You were thrown onto a cold cement floor, there was a drain in the middle of the room with what looked like rust surrounding it. Blood stains, you’d realized upon further examination. You had regained control of your body, but you were still weak, not able to even adjust to see the door being slammed shut. Not able to cover your mouth or nose when a gas started filling the room, choking you.
As soon as the room had appeared it had gone, your surroundings returning to the outside world, the bench across from you now empty of anyone. You jumped when you felt a hand on your shoulder,
“How about you stay with us, until Jumin can come get you?” You relax at the familiar sound of Zen’s voice and follow him back into the break room of the coffee shop looking back at the bench for as long as you can trying to see if the man ever showed himself again.
Zen stayed with you for twenty minutes before he announced that he had to leave for a practice, in turn leaving you alone in the back room. You tried to distract yourself to make the time go by faster but it didn’t work, meaning you felt every second of the hours that you waited for Jumin to get you.
The entire time it felt as though the gas was back, and you couldn’t breathe.
When he had showed up at the shop you had burs out of the back room and jumped into his arms, Jumin just barely having enough time to catch you.
“Are you okay?” He asked as you refused to let go of him.
“Please don’t leave me.” He didn’t say anything in response but you felt as he tightened his hold around you and buried his head into your hair. Upon your arrival back home you told him about the man on the bench, the dark room filled with gas, and that the night prior you’d woke from some nightmare. It had traumatized you and you still don’t even remember it.
“You’re going to be okay, I promise.” He’d spoken softly, and let you lay against him. You couldn’t say if Jumin was a man who’d kept his word, but right then, as you felt yourself relaxing against him feeling truly safe since you’d woken in the hospital, you knew he would use all his power to keep it.
Me from five minutes ago: I opened all these nice, seemingly amazing fics for you on OTP1. They are all written by awesome writers, or unknown ones with intriguing stories or they are about your favorite trope! You are gonna enjoy your night
My brain five minute later: I want to read about OTP2
Me from five minutes ago: … but. All the tabs, and the cute coffee shop!AU, and the fake dating!fic…
My brain: Yeah. I should totally look for these exact same fics in OTP2, and be sad that they don’t exist, and forget for some days the dozens of tabs with beautiful fics already opened. And end up with approximately 200 billion tab “to read when I’m in the mood for this otp”
ok but normalise going to coffee shops alone, eating dinner alone, going to the cinema alone. i’m okay & i’m not particularly sad or lonely. i feel bad that you’re feeling bad because i just happened to enjoy the company of myself today.
I wanna hold your hand and wear your sweaters. I wanna go to coffee shops and stare at your smile. I wanna go to art museums and have you kiss me between the paintings. I wanna take polaroids of us, of you, I want us to be art
one cannot have enough of cute and random aus so here have some more
the cute and quiet customer that frequents the coffee shop where I’m a barista
and also where my rival barista works and we’re both fighting for your
attention in increasingly creative and inconspicuous ways (making foam art,
writing cheesy pick-up lines on your napkin etc. etc.)” AU.
my roommate who’s super cute and it’s the middle of the night and you’re
cramming for your exams in your flannel pajamas and disheveled hair and it’s
becoming increasingly hard for me not to kiss you” AU.
an Art student and I’m an English major and you keep stealing the papers for my
assignment to doodle and I would kill you but you’re really cute and hey that’s
actually a really nice sketch” AU.
the perpetual frowner in class and one day as I’m answering the teacher I
intentionally make a very cheesy pun and I can hear crickets but you’re laughing
out loud and that makes me feel very much accomplished” AU.
manager says the only reason the restaurant where we work at is popular is because
people enjoy eating while watching our relentless flirting with each other but
I swear to God we’re not flirting???” AU.
ditch prom to attend a local poetry slam and you’re also there and I never
really noticed what a cute smile you have and hey do you maybe want to bond
over our mutual love for ‘Howl’???” AU.
new in town and you seem very intimidating but as it turns out you have an
awful sense of direction even with a map and you’re actually adorkable so here
let me help you” AU.
Valentine’s Day and I’m single and you want to cheer me up but you can’t cook
nor bake to save your life so you make me hot chocolate instead and it is delicious
and I think I love you???” AU.
gym class and we’re playing volleyball and you spike really well and you manage
to hit the ball square in my face and I think I’m bleeding and you’re
apologizing profusely and it’s okay but you’re really cute so I guess I’ll take
you up on that offer for coffee” AU.
the jerk-face customer that keeps on thumbing through their phone while ordering
their drink so I exact revenge by spelling your name wrong on your cup and
drawing phallic pictures on your coffee” AU.
mutual friend invites us to go shopping with them and it’s kind of awkward and
now you’re pushing them around the mall in a shopping cart and you’re both
screaming like excited children and I’m paying the cashier and pretending I don’t
know either of you” AU.
mutual friend invites us for Thanksgiving dinner with their other friends and
now there’s a full-fledged food fight going on with potatoes and turkey flying
everywhere and we’re both seeking refuge under the table whilst sharing a bag
of chips that you brought (just in case)” AU.
and I are both baristas at a coffee shop and one day I step out of the café to
take a break and walk in on you gleefully drawing phallic pictures on the
chalkboard outside that no one pays attention to so what are you doing?” AU.
and I go out to a sushi bar and the sushi chef yells at you for being allergic
to a particular kind of fish and now you’re crying and I’m trying to comfort
and I are at a sushi restaurant and you’re continuously snagging sushi off the
belt that I have to pay for and you don’t seem to be going to stop anytime soon
but you look so cute when you’re eating with that smile on your face what the
hell man” AU.
mailman constantly mixes up your home address and mine together and keeps on
sending me your letters and packages and I’m sorry I look through them but your
life seems very interesting as well as those books on black magic in one of your
packages so wanna talk about it over a cup of coffee?” AU.
both strangers sitting in the same booth at an eatery because all the other
booths are full and you’re drawing smiley faces on your plate with ketchup and
wow your concentrated frown is cute” AU.
our mutual friend’s wedding and they keep shoving us into each other because we’re
the only ones at the ceremony who are single” AU.
my roommate and it’s way past midnight and you’re talking about how Charles
Dickens inspired prison reform and how the moon must feel insignificant because
it borrows light from the sun and this is all very interesting but will you
please shut up and go to sleep” AU.
actually a really friendly and chill vampire and at night you float around
outside of my bedroom window to talk with me about the universe and stuff” AU.
going through my sketchbook and giving questioning looks and I swear to God I’m
just a deranged artist and not a serial killer” AU.
live next door to each other and I can see you through the window while you’re
dancing to your iPod in your flannel pajamas and disheveled hair and God you’re
a dork” AU.
been standing in line at the coffee shop for hours and you casually cut through
for your drink but also buy me my favorite blend and now I’m not so sure what
to make of you” AU.
sick so you make me chicken soup and I’m really grateful but I’ve also seen you
read books on magical spells and potion-making so I’m not sure if I should
drink your soup in case it turns me into a toad” AU.
a scrawny black cat in our neighborhood that hates everyone and everything but
follows you around for some reason and I see you pet it and feed it fish fries
are you a witch” AU
a perpetual frowner and most certainly not a morning person and I work
part-time at a breakfast bar and your disheveled hair and content smile as you
eat my waffles and scrambled eggs is the only thing that can get me to smile”
the one in class who has tattoos all over their arms and piercings and
everybody’s scared of you and one day I catch you watching cat videos and doodling
in the middle of a lecture and wow you’re a dork” AU.
work part-time as a cashier at the local corner store and you come here
regularly to shop and bond with me over the microwavable chicken bites so how
about I take you out on a proper date instead?” AU.
the owner of a magic shop and you discover my magics one day when you walk in
on my cat flying around inside the shop on a broom and now I have to take you
in as my apprentice or turn you into a toad” AU.
the health-conscious med student and I’m the chain-smoking art student who’s
also your barista and you leave me notes on smoking and lung health on your
napkins and also a 20-page essay on lung cancer tucked under your saucer” AU.
a tea-lover yet you come to the coffee shop where I work at just to see my foam
art and you give me hefty tips regularly so I’ve taken it upon myself to master
the art of tea-making just for you” AU.
a fashion major and I’m working on my illustrations and maybe I’ve had too much
coffee but I swear I just saw one of the mannequins move so here I am calling
you in the middle of the night please help I’m scared” AU.
work at a fast food restaurant and as you hand me my food you lecture me for
ruining my health what is this hypocrisy” AU.
egging a random person’s house to relieve stress and you join me and as it
turns out the house belongs to your ex and now they are chasing us as well as
the police and now we’re both in jail waiting to be bailed so um you wanna talk
about it?” AU.