Genre: 50s!AU; Fluff; Humor
Pairing: Greaser!S. Coups x Black Reader
Warnings: Lots of profanity; Racism (but nothing too descriptive and no slurs)
Author’s Note: I was listening to early 2000s hits and “Candyman” by Christina Aguilera came on, so this happened. I also recently watched “A Bronx Tale”, even though that’s more 60s, but I digress. Greaser!S. Coups gives me all the feels.
“Ayo, Coups! You mind spottin’ me?,” Mingyu asked, gesturing towards an apple on the produce vendor’s cart. “I ain’t spottin’ shit; I lent you money last week.” “Fine,” the younger male snickered, plucking the bright red treat and taking a bite out of it before his superior could tell him to put it back.
“You better pay for that, you little thief!,” the elderly owner exclaimed. “Cool it, Mr. Jung. We don’t want no trouble,” S. Coups said, clearly amused at the thought of this old man threatening his able-bodied friend. Taking a coin out of his pocket, he flicked it in the air, making it an easy catch for the gray haired shop keep.
“You’re alright, Choi. Those other ones you hang out with? Not so much.” “Eh, what can ‘ya do?,” the black haired boy shrugged with a sly grin before running off to join his friends down the street. “Have a nice day, Mr. Jung!”
“Have a nice day, Mr. Jung!,” Mingyu mocked as S. Coups caught up. “We don’t want no trouble, Mr. Jung!,” Vernon chimed in with the same tone. “Shut the fuck up, Dipshits!,” S. Coups laughed.
“You should thank him for covering for you. Being a jackass doesn’t get you anywhere or anything,” Wonwoo informed the two younger boys. “It got me this apple,” Mingyu countered, taking a bite for emphasis. “And it almost got you a cap in the ass. I swear Mr. Jung is packin’,” S. Coups said with a nudge to the boy’s side.
“Wonwoo with his books and you with your manners think you’re so fucking great, huh?” “Well, I can’t speak for Wonwoo, but my manners are what got me a game of backseat bingo with Hyojin last weekend while you were at home twiddlin’ your dick,” the eldest smirked, causing everyone else to laugh.
More playfully careless banter was exchanged between the four friends as they approached the bus stop. “Alright, now if they say anything to you, don’t respond,” S. Coups ordered, upon seeing a few white kids waiting there. “I ain’t no candyass, Coups,” Vernon muttered. “Don’t say another fucking thing. You almost got us killed last time.”
The four boarded the bus in silence, ignoring the few white kids that made snide comments or spat slurs. “They’ve run out of original material. Ain’t that a bite,” Wonwoo said under his breath.
“The fuck did you just say?,” one blonde haired boy asked. “You heard me.” Before the blonde boy could answer, the bus door opened again and a girl with brown skin and curly hair walked on, clutching a few grocery bags to her chest. By the time she made it halfway to the back, the four Asian boys had become old news. Even more people shouted at her while making obscene hand gestures, but she simply kept her eyes on the back window.
S. Coups’ eyes followed her from the moment she stepped on until the moment she sat down at the back of the bus. He scanned over her features before moving down her body, only to be interrupted by a pluck on the head snapping him out of his trance.
“What are you looking at?,” Vernon asked. “Huh? Oh, nothing,” S. Coups replied, pulling a lollipop out of his pocket and unwrapping it. “You were lookin’ at that black chick, weren’t you?,” Mingyu said, already knowing the answer. “Maybe so,” he shrugged, popping the candy into his mouth.
“You’re keen on a black girl?,” Wonwoo asked. “My god, guys, she’s black not a fuckin’ leper. And yeah, I mean…She’s beautiful. And you guys saw how well she handled that racist bullshit. She’s classy.” “The fuck do you know about class?,” Mingyu laughed. “More than you since I actually go to mine. Like I was saying, she’s-” “Black. She’s black, Coups,” Vernon interjected. “You don’t like it when people judge the way you look, do you?” “I’m not judging her, I’m just saying you’re asking for trouble. Mrs. Choi would just about drop dead.” “Yeah, well you said that when I got my piercings and tattoos, but her heart’s still beatin’ ain’t it?”
The bus came to a sharp stop and their topic of discussion arose from her seat and walked towards the front of the bus to leave. She made swift eye contact with S. Coups, and he swore on his great grandfather’s grave that she smiled at him. He got up as she passed him and turned to look at his friends, giving them a salute and sideways smile. “You’re joking,” Mingyu deadpanned. “Nah, I’ll leave the jokes to you Bozos,” the oldest responded with a laugh before leaving the group. He gave them a small wave as they rode by him and tossed the stick from his candy on the ground.
He turned around to find the girl struggling with one of her bags. Rushing to her side, he used his hand to support the bottom of it, startling her a bit. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. It just looked like you needed some help,” he smiled. “…Thanks,” she hesitantly replied. “I can carry one if you want. They look kind of heavy.” “Thank you kindly, but I can handle it,” she said defiantly. Taking another step forward, she tripped over a rock, causing an apple to fall from one of her bags. S. Coups caught it and placed it back on top. “You can handle it, huh?” he chuckled.
She stopped in her tracks and looked at him almost incredulously. “Why are you being nice to me?” “Why wouldn’t I be?” She simply rolled her eyes with a scoff. “Look, I know what you’re thinking, and I’m not like that.” She searched his face for any sign of deception or dishonesty and couldn’t seem to find one, so she reluctantly allowed him to help her.
“You got a name?,” he asked, walking beside her. “_____.” “_____; that’s pretty. I like it,” he smiled at the way her name rolled off his tongue. “What’s yours?,” she asked in response. “Coups. S. Coups.” “What kind of name is that?,” she giggled. “It’s my kind of name. What, you don’t like it?” She shook her head, laughing at his mockingly offended expression. “Well, my real name’s Seungcheol, but let’s keep that between us. Only you can call me that.” “Well, don’t I feel special.” “You should,” he chuckled.
“Hey, we’ve been walking for a bit. Not that I mind the extra time with you, but why’d you get off the bus so far from your block?” “Bus doesn’t ride through black neighborhoods. I ‘spose you ain’t too keen on walking through one, neither?” “I’m keen on you, so I’d follow you anywhere,” he smirked. “You ‘bout as slick as that grease you slather your hair in,” she laughed.
About a block later, she stopped again. “Well, there’s my place right on that corner.” “You don’t want me to walk you to your door, do you?” She paused for a moment before answering, “My mama would kill me if you strolled up to the door.” “I can’t even be upset, since mine would do the same if she saw you. It’s because I’m Korean, right?” “No, she’d say you look like a hoodlum,” she began, gesturing towards his outfit. “But yours would say the same about me, so I guess we’re even.” “So, what if I wanna see you again?” “Like when?” “Like all the time, but we can start with tonight,” he replied with a crooked smile. She bit her lip in thought and S. Coups took note of how pretty her lips were. “My mama’s usually in bed by the time the street lights come on” “Great, I’ll pick you up at eight thirty.”
_____ sat on her bed, waiting and thinking about all the things that could go wrong. But just as the list got too long, she remembered that smile of his. Glancing at the clock, she saw that it was eight twenty-five. She hopped up from her bed and took a look in the mirror, fluffing her hair and applying a coat of lip balm. Then she quietly made her way downstairs and out the door.
S. Coups popped another lollipop out of his mouth to greet her. “You made it!,” he smiled. “What, did you think I would punk out?” “I don’t know, but from what you told me, your mama’s kind of intimidating. A real ‘no bs’ kinda gal.” “Well, she is, but she worked a double yesterday, so she’s knocked out. I wouldn’t chance anything by staying out too late, though.” “Don’t worry. I’ll have you home well before she wakes up for her next shift. Quick question…You afraid of motorcycles?”
“Careful, Sweetheart. You hold me any tighter and I just might propose,” S. Coups laughed. “I wouldn’t be holding you so tight if you weren’t driving like a bat out of hell,” _____ replied, voice cracking when they hit a speed bump. “Sorry ‘bout that. I hope your eyes are open, though, since you’re supposed to be giving me directions.” “Oh, right…,” she muttered, opening her eyes to take a look around. “Make a left at the next light.”
After a few more minutes, the vehicle came to a stop in a dimly lit neighborhood. S. Coups got off the bike, locking it into place before offering a hand to his date. Normally, she would have declined, but she was still a bit dizzy, so she accepted the gesture. “Where are we?,” he asked. “You’ll see,” she smiled, tugging him down a small hill to a slightly worn down building.
She knocked on the door and waited a few seconds before someone opened an eye level slot. “Password?,” questioned the pair of dark brown eyes. “SlimJim,” she answered confidently. The door opened to reveal a black boy around their age. He smiled at her but gave S. Coups a strange look as she pulled him through the room and down a flight of stairs to what he figured was the basement. The room was packed with black kids, all dancing and having a good time, the jukebox blasting the latest tunes. A few came to greet _____, and he got a couple stares every now and then, but overall, nobody paid him much attention.
Unwrapping a lollipop, he watched in amusement as _____ got pulled to the middle of the dance floor by two of her friends. She was one hell of a dancer, and quite the social butterfly; he couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. She made everyone around her smile…even him.
“You aren’t gonna stand here all night are you?,” she asked, jogging back over to him during a song change. “I’m not much of a dancer,” he replied, shifting the candy to one side of his mouth as he leaned against a table. “That doesn’t matter to me. I brought you here to have fun.” “I don’t know…,” he trailed off, contemplating whether or not he wanted to embarrass himself. “C’mon, Candy Man. It’s just one dance,” she teased, gently tugging on the front of his shirt. “One dance?” “That’s all I want. Besides, I’m sure that’s all you could handle,” she smirked. “Oh, really?,” he asked, one eyebrow raised. Crossing her arms, she replied, “Mhm.” Without breaking eye contact, he slid his leather jacket off and placed it over a chair. Taking a few steps back, she beckoned to him with her finger, that same playful smirk still gracing her features.
“So, I was that bad, huh?,” he asked as they walked back up the hill. “What? No, of course not. Why would you think that?” “Your friends were laughing. They thought I was a total spaz, didn’t they?” “…Well, yeah, but they thought you were a cute spaz,” she giggled. “I’ll take it.”
Noticing a slight chill shake her shoulders, he wordlessly took off his jacket and draped it over them. She simply smiled, knowing it was pointless to try to convince him that she didn’t need it. “Thanks.” “Don’t mention it,” he replied, nonchalantly sticking another lollipop into his mouth. “I swear you always got one of them suckers hangin’ from your mouth.” “Better than a cig. I quit a while back” he shrugged. “Can’t argue with that. My friend told me kissing a boy who smokes is like kissing an ash tray,” she said, slightly leaning on his bike. “Oh, really?,” he asked with a raised eyebrow as he stepped closer to her. “Mhm,” she mused, gently pulling the lollipop out of his mouth. After looking into her eyes for a moment, he leaned in and pressed his lips against hers, tilting his head a little to deepen the kiss.
“What did that taste like?,” he asked as he pulled away. “…Candy,” she smiled. “What did it taste like to you?” “Heaven,” he smirked, causing her to laugh and playfully roll her eyes. “These things must be the reason you do all that sweet talkin’,” she said, holding it out to him. He plucked it from her fingers and responded, “Maybe so,” before popping it back into his mouth.
Realizing that it was getting really late, S. Coups decided to take _____ home. After a short ride back, he insisted on dropping her off at her door since everyone was asleep, anyway.
She took off the jacket and went to hand it to him, but he just raised his hand to stop her. “Give it back to me on our second date.” “And what makes you think you’re getting a second date?” “That kiss,” he said, biting his bottom lip as he watched a blush tint her cheeks.
“Well, you have until then to practice your dance moves,” she quickly recovered. “Will do. Next weekend; you and me on that dance floor.” “Will I see you again before that?” “I’ll be around. Why, would you miss me?,” he teased. “No,” she scoffed, folding her arms. “Well, that’s a shame, ‘cuz I’d miss you,” his arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer as he spoke. “Sweet as candy; slick as grease,” she chuckled, shaking her head. “Yeah, but you like it,” he smirked, leaning in again. “Maybe so,” she quipped, giving him a light peck on the lips. He released her and said, “I should probably get out of here before the parentals notice I’m still out. Goodnight, Sweetheart.” Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out yet another lollipop and held it out to her. With a grin and a light laugh, she accepted it. “Goodnight, Candy Man.”
“So, nothing happened?,” Wonwwo asked. “Nothing,” S. coups answered, tossing a white stick on the ground. “Look at that shit-eatin’ grin! He’s fuckin’ lying!,” Mingyu laughed.
The four boys stopped at the produce cart again the next day. No matter how much poking and prodding his three friends did, they couldn’t get S. Coups to describe his night with his new love interest.
“Aye, Mr. Jung! Can I get one of them roses over there, please?,” he asked the owner. “Sure can. For a special lady, I assume?” The young boy simply winked and tossed a coin to the elderly man. “Thanks, Mr. Jung,” he said before continuing to walk towards the bus stop.
“’Nothing happened’ my ass! Tell us what went down!,” Vernon snickered, pushing his friend’s arm.
“It’s none of your fuckin’ business,” S. Coups chuckled, pulling another piece of candy from his pocket.