My Little Mew Mew

my little mew mew

Into You~ Dacre Montgomery

quinnswife86 asked:

I've been trying to get someone to do some dacre smut/fluff for awhile now

Author's Note : I need a time out

Smut Ahead

Minors don't interact

You saw him as soon as you walked in. From his the way his hair was combed to the way his eyes shined as he laughed along with what someone had said. The crinkles near his eyes making his eyes stand out. To his smile that caused your feet to stop making your way through the crowd. To the white open shirt he wore. You can see some chest chair popping out along with a gold necklace hanging at open shirt.

It was like he knew you were looking at him as he locked eyes with you. He rose his cup towards you as a way of greet smiling wide, his perky white teeth flashing.

You nod at as you make your way through the crowd hoping you'd bump into the handsome stranger.

" You made it Y/N!" Sammy, one of your friends greeted you as she wrapped her arms around you pulling you into a hug. " It was either this or work a covering shift for Daniel at the store"

" Daniel is very fond you" she says. You scrunched up your nose in disgust. " Daniel is younger than I am and his dick is the size of a peanut, so no thank you"

" How do you know?" She asked, her eyes wide but leans closer to get some gossip from you. " Pepper told me, she fucked him in the back room on her break" Sammy chuckled as she offers you a cup of drink. You raise it to your nose, sniffing it.

"What's this?"

" Liquid courage" she answers downing her cup and sets it down the counter. You eye her in suspicion watching as she downs a shot wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

" What?" she feels you watching her as she takes another shot in her hand. " You good?" you asked her noticing her going hard.

" Yeah, just long day"

" Sammy!" someone calls to her, she looks around spotting someone and her face beams with happiness throwing her hands up in the air and running to them leaving you behind with the liquid courage.

You set the supposedly liquid courage down and look around spotting the drink you wanted to make for yourself. Your favorite. The door to the back opened and there was that stranger. The light radiant off his face and your mouth dropped seeing the color of his eyes. They were the bluest of the blue and you spotted some freckles dancing on his nose and cheeks making him look even more gorgeous than you thought he looked.

The stranger smirked at you feeling your eyes on him as he walks past but not before you felt him brush against you just a tad bit. Your nose picks up a scent, it's woody and sweet.

You watch him walk past you and glance down. He had such a nice ass. It looked really good in the black pants he was wearing. You rose the cup to your lips to take sip of your drink when the stranger turned to look at you over his shoulder, biting his bottom lip watching you close your eyes for a moment and tilting your head up. He watched the way your hair cascaded down your back, the way your hand gripped the cup and then he sent you a smile as soon as you felt him watching you.

After a few hours of dancing and drinking a little more, Sammy had asked you to get more cups in her pantry which you knew where it was since you been over her house many times. Your hand opens the door with the door creaking from the noise. But no one can hear it but you, you close the door not noticing someone was in there with you.

You flickered on the light seeing it was the dark but the light wasn't as bright as it seemed. It was mellow making you frown as you look up at it in annoyance.

" I don't like the light either" an australian accent makes you jump as you bump into one of the shelves containing some sort of equipment. You wince as you bump the back of your head, the stranger laughs as he watches you.

" Clumsy" he mutters. You rub the back of your head to release the pain looking down to watch where you stepped and look around for the cups when your eyes land on the stranger that you have been gawking at most of the night. His blue iris stared at you with an eyebrow raised.

There goes the woody and sweet smell surrounding the room. It's him.

" You smell good" you tell him, he closes his eyes as his shoulder shaking, laughing. " Thank you" he says. But what was he doing here?

" Don't mind me asking but what are you doing in Sammy's pantry?" He rubs the back of his head, a bit of red paints his cheeks as he motions to the door. " My friends pushed me in here as a joke and it's locked from the inside" he says. Your lips turn into a deep frown as your hand reaches out taking the handle and twist it. Nothing. You tried to pull it. Nothing. You put your foot on the door and pull it. Nothing.

"You in a rush?" he asks crossing his arms across his chest watching you attempting to open the door.

" For all I know you can be some murderer or something" you turn around with your back against the door. He uncross his arms as he makes his way towards you. He puts one hand in between your head while the other is by his side.

He's very close, the sweet and woody smell coming from him makes your head spin as you gaze up at him. His blue iris are looking down at you like you were his prey for the night.

" Dear stranger, what's got you looking at me like that for?" you questioned him brushing one piece of hair behind your ear as you continue to gaze shyly at him. " What's on your mind? Care to share?"

Your voice was smooth, and he wanted to answer you. The thought of taking you right in the very pantry wondered his mind. Yet, you were a stranger to him as much as he was to you.

He inhaled deeply feeling your soft touch brush the skin on his open shirt chest.

" You're so pretty," He speaks as soft as a whisper, gazing at your lips. " So, so pretty."

" You're pretty, too"

His knuckles come up to brush against your cheek as his eyes lock with yours. They are full of lust and want.

Your cheeks painted the color red, focusing on the way his knuckles brush against your cheek. He was touching.

" You've been watching me" he mutters with a slight smirk.

" You've been watching me, too"

" What can we do about it" his knuckles are no longer touching you but his index fingers trace your jaw line from one side to the other, brushing your hair away exposing your neck to him. Your breath hitches at his touch as his fingers brush over your neckline.

" Teasing isn't nice" you muttered, breathe hitching as he stops and steps back sliding on the wall as he sits on the ground. You frowned your eyebrows at his actions but slide down next to him.

" I didn't say to stop" he is looking away from you to the other side of the wall while you wait for his response that never comes. " hey" you place a hand on his thigh.

His body stiff as he looks down at your hand watching it slide down his knee and back to his thigh while his head is spinning. He is having a hard time focusing on you, when your leaning closer to him. The way you were touching him drove him crazy. He gasp when you squeeze his thigh.

" It's okay, I like a little teasing" you tell him, with a little giggle, " You've been eye fucking me all night, and now want to stop?"

A part of him, though, wanted to rip your clothes off and fuck you against the door. He wasn't sure if you liked it rough, he didn't know you, he didn't want to over step.

He wants to be gentle with you, but his instincts want to act otherwise.

" hey, stranger," you call him, hooking your legs around his waist and getting onto his lap. He is taken back when you straddle him, moving his hands to hold you by your waist. You grabbed onto the white nice dress shirt and pull him towards you, breath fanning against his eat as you whisper, " I know all that eye fucking and smiling at me is all for nothing, right?"

" Man, you are something else. Aren't you?" He growled grabbing the back of your neck and pressing his lips against yours. You let out a whimper at the bruising kiss, kissing him back and pul him closer by his shirt. His tongue slides past your lips, making the kiss deepen. He pulls way a little, brushing his lips against yours.

" Was I too much?"

You shook your head, shivering in delight as his hot breath fans your face and his eyes meet yours.

" No, not at all"

He grabs a hold of your hips, rocking his hips against yours. You move to match him, whining each time as you roll your hips feeling the growing bulge in his pants. He taps your legs, " stand up." You obey his request and stand up as he tugs down your pants tossing them to the side as his hands come up to your hips bringing you back down onto his lap.

His lips meet yours, tongues going into battle as his fingers dig into your hips. He lifts you up and puts you down on the floor as he hovers above you.

You squirm underneath him as the tip of his fingers brush over your panties. He slightly smirks, watching as he does it again getting the same reaction from you. Two fingers brush against your covered panties lips and he has you whining for him.

" More," you gasped out. He chuckles as he halts his hands just having them above your panties having you plead for him.

" Please.." you beg him, grabbing a hold of his wrist.

" Oh? You like my fingers, do you?" he asks, smirking down at you. You nod bringing his fingers against your lips as you kiss his finger tips before taking the tip of his thumb and circling your tongue on it. His mouth opens in an o shape as he slides his thumb into your mouth watching as you suck on it. The ring on his thumb brushes against your lips.

It leaves him gawking at you with his blue eyes no longer blue, they are darker with lust. You pull him down to your lips as your tongue slides into his mouth chasing every corner and battling his own tongue.

He pulls away from you, staring down at you. His mind is clouded in bliss. He wants you and he has you. You stare up at him with swollen lips and panting as you wait to see what he does next.

" You look like a girl that likes it rough. How about the wall?"

" What?"

While your head was in a daze and eyes staring up at him wide, he picks you up holding you by your thighs as your legs wrap around him. His white dress shirt is opened and hanging on his shoulders. You weren't surprised by his strength as he holds you up. Your arms wrap around his neck placing kisses from his jaw to his neck.

His body was pressed flushed against yours as he closed his eyes, moaning feeling your lips on him.

His shirt joined your pants in the corner, as did his pants, as did your shirt, as did your bra and panties along with his boxers.

He watches you as you gasp as his thumb plays with your nipples looking how beautiful you looked at this moment.

" You're really pretty" he tells you, leaning down pressing a soft kiss on your chin.

His kisses go down to your neck, pressing open hot kisses until he reaches your collarbone. He grazes his teeth again your collarbones, sucking on the spot there leaving a mark on you. His mark.

" What if someone comes in?" you ask.

" So what?" he shrugs, smirking against your shoulder.

He chuckled darkly figuring you don't like it if someone came in on you two going on in the pantry. He goes back to your collarbone and sucks on it, traveling his lips to your neck, biting and leaving his marks there.

" Do you want my cock, pretty?" he asks all of sudden. He pecks your lips, " do you want my cock to bury deeply inside your pretty cunt?"

You whimper at his words, turning him on even more. He cock was throbbing. Moaning at his touch and closes your eyes.

" Yes please," you gasp out gripping his shoulders. " I want it"

" Look at me pretty girl and tell me"

He watches as you open your eyes and looked at him, meeting his eyes. He continues to roll his hips against yours waiting for your words, teasing your entrance with his cock.

“ Can you eat me out first?"

He moved fast, placing hot open kisses down your body, biting just above your nipples, kissing your stomach, biting your hips, and placing kisses on your inner thighs. Every whimper escapes your mouth makes his cock twitch and encourages him to continue.

His palms reached for your ass, spreading the cheeks before smacking one. He kisses the spot right above your cunt, flashing you a smirk as he places another one, enjoying the whimpers escaping your mouth.

" Do you just want my tongue or fingers too?" He asks, spreading your legs. You looked down at him surprised that he asked so nicely.

" Please and thank you," you tell him.

He takes one long lick against your lips and he groans, doing it again. Your hips thrust a little and squirm under his tongue, but he holds onto your hips with both his hands pushing them down. His tongue flickers over your clit, blowing there for a moment. He goes back to give it one more kiss.

You whine for him to give you more.

He grabs a hold of your leg and puts it on his shoulder hearing your gasp. He doesn't hesitate to devour you like a meal as he licks and sucks on your cunt, flicking his tongue against your clit.

His tongue felt so good, and he watches as you tilted your head back in pleasure. He continues to suck on your clit, showing it attention until he hears you cry for him. His cock is hard and aching, he pulls his mouth away from your cunt wanting to see how his fingers would do on you.

He uses his index finger rubbing circles on your clit and you moan out to him as he continues to play. A groan escapes from him and his mouth waters at the sight of your whimpering and squirming.

" s-stranger...I'm almost-t t-there"

" No worries, pretty. Just cum for me" He says licking at your cunt again, but sliding a finger inside you as you cum. Your juice drips down his chin as he continues to lick at your clit.

" You did so well for me, pretty" He moans, " such a good girl."

You whimper at his praise, cupping his chin with your hand making him look at you watching his face glister with your juice. " I need you to fuck me, pretty boy."

He smiles wide standing up before grabbing a hold of your face and bringing his lips to yours in a dance. You kiss him back, tasting yourself on his lips as your arms wrap around his neck. He picks you up by your thighs and pushes you against the wall.

" I'm on the pill" you tell him. He groans against your lips. He presses a small kiss to your lips as he slides in. You gasp at his size, not really looking before how big he was as he was thrusting deep inside of you.

He let out a gasp against your lips feeling how your cunt sucked him in and the way you felt around him. He groans against your lips as he slides out and the slides back in, taking your cries and whimpers against his lips.

The way you felt around him made him desperate for more, he wanted you again and again and again.

" Take what I give you, pretty. You can take it"

He started to move inside of you a bit faster hearing you moan for him. He takes your hands off from his shoulder and takes your hand in his, kissing your fingertips. His eyes meet yours as he watches your gaze fill with lust for him. Your chest is against his, squishing. He continues to pound into you, enjoying the sight of you hearing the whimpers. He slowed down his pace watching you beg for him to go faster. He does.

His eyes gaze down where his cock is buried deep inside of you, this makes him slow his pace.

" Don't slow-w d-down. F-faster. P-please" you begged him, putting his forehead against yours.

" You just want me to fuck you silly, is that right?" He asked, " want me to fuck you that you won't walk out of here."

" Yes, god.. yes"

He groaned sped up his thrusts, his hips slamming hard as he moans. He watches your face as you scrunch it up letting him know you were close, he was close too.

He bites down on your shoulder as he cums, first. He spilled his seed inside of you and continue to thrust as you still needed to cum. He lets out a whimper as he continues to fuck you harder, wanting you to cum for him.

You cry out throwing your head back as you come on his cock. He smirks watching you as you do knowing he did fuck you silly, but he brings your face to his as he places a kiss on the corner of your mouth.

" You okay?" he asks, breathless still inside you and holding you up.

" Perfect" you answer him. You let out a whimper as he pulls out of you, his cum and your cum drip out of your cunt and drip down your legs. He looks around for something to wipe you off and finds a towel reaching to wipe your sensitive cunt.

" I'm sorry" he says hearing you hiss.

" It's okay, it was worth it" he chuckles throwing it aside as he helps you get dressed seeing your legs wobbly. He smirks a little at it but helps you sit on the floor.

You watch as he gets dressed too, sitting besides you and looks over to you.

" The names is Dacre Montgomery" he leans over placing a kiss on your cheek.

" Y/N L/N, nice to meet you handsome stranger" he laughs as nods.

" You too, pretty girl"

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒꒱ toji just being in love with u

toji x gn!reader

content; fluff, hcs, soft toji

a/n; i know he's a big, mean man but just imagine him becoming soft for u 🥺💕

toji is indisputably intimidating and menacing, except for when he's with you.

he melts like butter into your embrace.

he sings you to sleep if you're wide awake, and plays with your hair.

he keeps a palm on the small of your back when you're in public, keeping a protective eye on you as you drag him around on shopping sprees.

he gives you random backrubs.

he watches trashy romance dramas with you while curled up under the pink blanket with you on the couch.

he makes you breakfast in bed.

he gives you tender cheek kisses.

he holds your hand on the bus ride home.

he possessively sits you on his lap at parties.

he carries you when you complain that you're too tired to walk.

he gives into your wants and needs, and hurries to complete your every request, no matter how big or small.

he's determined to keep you happy.

this man is so soft and sweet for you, it's unbelievable.

Discounted Cookies | Han Jisung x Reader

pairing: barista!han jisung x gn!reaer

tags: coffee shop au, a little bit of angst, minor language, jisung is a lil flirt, reader doesn't wanna put up with it, fluff, no smut

requested? yes! by anon xox

an: i actually don't know how i feel about this, but it's cute regardless, anon i hope i captured what u meant, i tried my best to get reader to be Annoyed but i love jisung too much, sorry ;-;

wc: 3,890

4 times Jisung flirted with you + 1 time you flirted with him.

The first time you see him.

It’s a few minutes past midnight and you think this might be your end. You’re going to pass out, for sure. You had been studying at the library for the past 7 hours straight for an exam worth 60% of your grade. Studying Law was definitely a choice. Specifically, it was the choice you made two and a half years ago, resulting in you, at this moment, halfway through your third year and on the brink of a breakdown. The breakdown? Partially caused by your ex-boyfriend, who had just broken up with you no more than five days ago. You’re fine. People keep asking. You really wish they would stop.

In the distance, you spot a flood of warm, yellow light flooding out of a shop window. As you get closer, you recognise it’s a coffee shop, you think it may even be the one your friend had told you about, saying it was her favourite place to study as it’s open 24 hours. It seems tonight is the night you’re finally going to check it out.

It’s kind of snowy at your feet, thanks to the early month of the year, but you wish it was more picturesque and not just the grey slush that you think you can feel leaking through your boots. At least it’ll be nice to get some warmth for a few minutes.

You push open the door, a small bell jingling above your head, and the warmth hits you like a wall, suffocating in its intensity. There’s only one other person in here: an old trucker-looking guy, face held over a steaming cup of coffee.

“I’ll be out in a second!” You hear a man shout from behind the counter, you guess he’s even further in the back than you can see. You hear a small commotion that sounds a bit like someone stamping on a cardboard box. A few seconds later, a guy appears, slightly dishevelled and running his hands through his hair as he exhales. His hair parts in the middle and brushes his eyebrows, slightly longer around the edges, as if gone uncut for a few months. A friendly face with round cheeks looks at you, a grin appearing on his face. He brushes down his apron and makes his way to the counter.

“Sorry about that, what can I get ya?” he asks.

“Just an Americano to go, please,” You smile back at him.

“Can I offer you any discounted sweet treats?” He gestures to an almost empty cake counter. “They’re discounted because it’s so late, not because they’re bad.” He quickly adds on. You spot a singular chocolate cookie looking very lonely.

“Sure, I’ll take the cookie,” you say, gesturing to it.

“Good choice, madam.” He nods his head, punching it into the register.

“Can I take a name?”

“Do you need it?” You ask, looking around at the empty store.

“Not really, but I’d like it.” He shrugs.

“Y/n,” you sigh. This isn’t what you were looking for at the moment, but you decide to just let it go.

“Not having a good day?” he asks, seemingly concerned.

“Not having a good week,” you say flatly, hoping to communicate your disinterest.

“Well, Y/n, feel free to take a seat and I’ll bring it over to you once it’s done.” He grins again and spins around, getting to work on the coffee machine. God, who even has this much energy this late at night? Crazy people, that’s who.

You sit down at one of the tables, taking out your phone and it reads 12:17am. It feels like it’s mocking you. You scroll through your socials, attempting to keep what small semblance of a social life you think you have together, but a few minutes later, a familiar barista comes into your view. You stand up, accepting the coffee from him and he hands you the cookie which is now in a brown, paper bag.

“One Americano, and one discounted cookie.” He hands you each and you stand up, thanking him.

“And maybe a little extra something, since you’re having a bad week and all,” he adds quietly, shuffling on his feet slightly. You peek inside the bag and notice a candy bar, something chocolatey.

“Thank you,” You stutter, not expecting the kind gesture.

“Come back again soon!” He says, already heading back to the counter where he starts to mess with something, in a clear attempt to look busy. You turn and

leave. Despite the cold air outside, there is an unfamiliar warmth in your body.

The second time you see him.

You wake up the next day, surprisingly on time despite the lack of alarm. It’s only 10am and you mentally prepare yourself for the day ahead of you. The exam is in 5 days. Thankfully you’re studying at home today, not needing the library for today’s subjects. The state of your flat reflects your mind, it’s a mess, dishes in the sink, clothes piling up next to the dryer. After an hour or so of quick chores, it’s in a slightly better state, good enough to study in, you think.

And study, you do. Day turns to night and you find yourself closing the last page of a textbook, letting out a deep breath. You could feel your anxiety beginning to fizzle around your body, not fully convinced you’ve properly ingested all the revision you’ve done. You need some food. The second half of a pizza is sitting untouched from earlier and you kinda feel bad for it, poor thing. Your eyes flicker towards the candy bar sitting on your desk, where it was abandoned last night and you think about the guy from the coffee shop. You throw on a slightly warmer outfit and you definitely don’t spend the walk to the coffee shop thinking about whether he might be working. To your surprise, he is.

You can see him behind the counter from outside, he’s pouring frothed milk into a cup, presumably for the customer standing at the counter. It’s slightly busier at this time, you’re not surprised considering it’s only just coming up to 8pm. You push open the door and the bell jingles like it did the night before. He looks up, looking past the customer in front and his mouth quirks up into a smile, recognising you instantly. You look around him, at the large menu boards, you don’t want to give him an ego.

The customer in front pays for their drink and leaves, and the man’s smile finally points directly at you.

“Hello again, Y/n, what can I get you today?” He grins at you, eyes crinkling. You’re surprised he remembers your name.

“A latte, please,” you say, glancing up at the menu.

“To go, or sit in?” His eyebrow quirks.

“Oh, uh-”

“You’re sitting in,” he answers for you, already punching it into the register.

“Fine.” Your roll your eyes.

“Take a seat.” He gestures to the barstool-type seating a little further down the counter. You’re not really sure why you actually sit down.

“Is your week any better?” He looks over his shoulder as he makes your drink.

“Not really, no.” You respond. He pauses in his actions, looking at you expectingly.

“Are you going to tell me what’s up?”

“We don’t know each other,” you said, eyebrows furrowing.

“Okay, so my name is Jisung, Han Jisung, and today, I’m your barista. Tomorrow, maybe more!” He winks as he turns back to the machine which is spewing out your drink.

“Well, Han Jisung, if you must know, I’m stressed the fuck out for my exam next Monday, I’ve got a practical in two days, and my boyfriend broke up with me a few days ago because I was too much for him. He was just a pathetic, weak little man, I really don’t know how I lasted that long with him.” You found yourself ranting, releasing some of the pent-up frustration you’ve been feeling for the past few days.

“Well,” Jisung starts. “that’s very fair.” He goes quiet for the remainder of the time he is making the drink, leaving a slightly awkward air around you. You focus your eyes on the counter in front of you in an attempt to ignore the stress coming back to you. All of a sudden a drink is slid across the counter.

“Is that a… squirrel?” You look from the cute latte art to the man standing across the counter from you. He looks sheepishly up at you.

“Yeah, looks like me, doesn’t it?” His grin is back, and you can feel a smile creeping onto your face.

“Sure, whatever you say.” Your eyes linger on his for a few moments, until a group of people enter the small cafe and his attention is brought away from you. You discreetly watch him as he works, greeting the customers with a big smile, and using his charisma to get an extra cake sale. You think maybe you fell for the same charisma yesterday, but you don’t really mind because the cookie was pretty good. A few minutes pass, and you sip on your drink, trying to keep the art as intact as possible. Once the last customer had been served he side steps back towards you.

“How is it? Has it fixed your week yet?” He raises his eyebrows, smirking slightly.

“I’m not sure a drink can fix my week,” you respond, letting out a small sigh.

“Nonsense! Of course, it can. Take a sip.” he gestures to you to lift the mug to your lips. You reluctantly take a sip.

“See? It’s working, no?” he chuckles. You put the cup down and try your best not to laugh.

“There’s that pretty smile!” he grins, earning a roll of your eyes. Your phone buzzes with an incoming email from your university, it’s just a random send-to-all type of email but it does remind you of your looming academic responsibilities.

“Thank you, for the squirrel,” you tell him while standing up from the stool.

“Leaving so soon?” he asks, round eyes looking suddenly lost.

“I’ve got work to do, I’ll see you around.”

“You better.” His grin is wide as he watches you leave, hoping you do come back soon.

The third time you see him.

“We crushed it!” You celebrate with your best friend, the two of you have just partaken in a mock legal trial as part of an assessment. Your Professor had wanted to challenge the class, setting up fake suspects and witnesses, and had even arranged for a court stenographer to be present. Your group had won the case, despite the opposing team putting up a pretty tough fight.

“Did you see the look on the judged face when you caught out the lying witness? I was trying so hard not to say something.” Your friend gushes, talking faster than you could keep up with.

“I know!” You laugh but break into a yawn as the previous nights studying catches up with you once the excitement is over.

“Coffee?” She asks.

“Absolutely.”

You’re so engrossed in the conversation as the two of you walk that you don’t even realise you’ve made it all the way to the familiar coffee shop. You stop in your tracks a few feet from the door.

“Not here,” you groan.

“Why not? This place does the best coffee on campus.” She looks confused as she turns back to you.

“I always see the same barista, and he always hits on me, I just can’t be bothered today.” You whine a little, trying to convince her.

“Well, is he working right now?”

You take a step further, enough to look through the window and see the counter. There is a man, but it’s not Jisung.

“I don’t see him.” You trail off, scanning the rest of the shop as much as you can see.

“Alright then, we’re getting coffee here.” Your friend grabs you by the hand and practically pulls you into the small cafe. There is a surprising queue, so you continue to just make conversation with her until you’re next at the counter. The barista who serves you has curly, black hair and biceps that honestly look like they’re about to burst his sleeves. He greets both of you with a smile and begins to punch your orders into the register.

“Changbin! Catch!” You hear a familiar voice. Your heart sinks to your ass. The barista serving you, Changbin, turns back and looks towards the door into the back. Peeking around the cake stand, you catch a glimpse of Jisung. He’s hanging onto the door with a container of what looks like soya milk. He throws it, and Changbin catches it.

“Sorry about that, our delivery was late this morning and only just arrived, so it’s a bit crazy right now,” Changbin explains, replacing an empty soya milk container.

“Don’t worry about it. It happens.” You shrug. He finishes taking your order and the two of you move to the side to wait.

“He’s kind of fit,” your friend leans into you to say, once you’re both out of earshot.

“In more ways than one.” you giggle.

Your attention is quickly averted towards the door to the backroom, particularly to Jisung who is rushing out of it and towards the counter, tying his apron at the same time.

“Sorry Bin, it’s a nightmare back there.” He says, getting to work on coffee orders.

“No worries, we’re not too busy anymore, the rush seems to be over.” You realise that you and your friend were the last in the queue and the cafe has died down a little since you first entered. Jisung also takes a quick glance around, and that’s when he spots you.

“Y/n,” he says. “Back to see me so soon?” His lips turn up into a small smirk.

“You wish.” You roll your eyes. He just laughs and turns back to the coffee machine. You look at your friend and give her a look, the look you get in return translates to 'message received'.

“He’s kinda cute,” she whispers to you, thankfully you were far away enough for her not to be heard. You sighed. He is kind of cute but that’s not what you’re looking for right now. You’re in a weird enough head space as it is with all the stress of law school and the breakup, not even two weeks ago! You can’t seriously be thinking about dating so soon. Right…?

You’re ripped from your thoughts by the very same man that caused them.

“A white hot chocolate?” Jisung announces to the two of you, but he’s looking at you.

“Yeah, that’s me.” You step up to the counter and begin to take it.

“You’re looking very fancy today, big plans?” he asks, smiling.

“I had a mock trial this morning.” You say and he looks at you with wide eyes, kind of like a deer in headlights.

“You know, like a court trial?” you ask.

“Law! That’s what you’re studying.” He finally realises.

“I didn’t say?” You’re now the one who’s confused.

“No, you never, I’ve been trying to figure it out, trying to guess.” he laughs. Changbin appears next to him and slides an espresso onto the counter, your friend stepping over to take it.

“Bin, they’re a lawyer! Isn’t that cool?” Jisung gushes a little, looking back at you with big eyes.

“They won their trial this morning.” Your friend interrupts before you can say anything. You shoot her a look.

“Really?” The big, sparkling doe eyes are back as he leans against the counter.

“I, uh, yeah,” you stutter a little.

“Wow, that’s so cool.”

“Sung, I don’t pay you to stand around and flirt with our customers.” Changbin walks back towards the coffee machine and he begins prepping another order.

“You don’t pay me at all, you’re not even a manager!” Jisung starts whining as he stands up properly. He turns back to you.

“Enjoy your drinks!” He says. You take this as your queue to leave and make a beeline out of the coffee shop, drink in hand. Your friend follows behind you, honestly a little confused.

Once you’re a safe distance from the shop, you finally feel able to breathe again.

The fourth time you see him.

Beep… beep… beep…

Your alarm. You reach over and turn it off, groaning as you roll back over, the feeling of dread already seeping into your bones. It’s the morning of the exam. The exam you’ve been dreading. The exam that is responsible for 60% of your grade. You groan again.

You feel heavy as you walk around your flat, attempting to get ready for the day ahead of you. It doesn’t help that you broke the fundamental exam rule of getting a good night’s sleep, tossing and turning until eventually passing out. So many textbooks have been haunting your thoughts that you barely noticed you’ve also been thinking about something else. Or rather someone else.

You can’t stop, he keeps popping up in your mind. His round face, and big smile. You feel yourself smiling just thinking about it. But fuck, it feels wrong. You shouldn’t be thinking about him. You don’t have time! You have a big exam, which conveniently starts in just over an hour.

You need a coffee.

You get to the familiar coffee shop at 11:31am. Your exam starts at noon. It takes 20 minutes to walk to the campus building it’s being held at. You probably don’t have time for this.

You see him. He’s behind the counter. You think your head hurts.

“Hey,” he greets you with that smile again. You feel sick. “What can I getcha?”

“Just a black coffee, to go.” Your voice croaks a little from its lack of use.

“You’re not staying with me?” He smirks, punching it into the register.

“No.”

You see him falter a little at your cold tone. His eyebrows quirk down a little.

“Are you alright?” he asks as you swipe your phone to pay.

“Stop it, Jisung. Can’t you just leave me alone today, God,” you say exasperated, and step away from the counter. You try to ignore the hurt look in his eye and you really try to ignore the way he shrunk in on himself. A different member of staff you’ve never seen before hands you the drink and you leave the coffee shop without looking back at him.

The exam goes terribly. At least it feels like it goes terribly. Your head is a mess, the guilt chewing at you the entire time. You do your best, writing everything you recall but by the end of it you have a decent headache and the pit in your gut has grown. You leave the exam and go home, collapsing in your bed and you fall asleep telling yourself you’ll feel better when you wake up.

The fifth time you see him.

You wake up in the afternoon the next day.

You don’t feel much better. Not after binging on a pizza and your favourite chocolate. Not after watching that movie that makes you cry every time. Not even after you’ve journaled about it. You think that particular journal entry is mostly scrambled nonsense. It probably is.

You decide to go for a walk to clear your head. Maybe the cold, winter air will freshen you up, and make you feel a bit better. With a big coat and a warm scarf wrapped around you, you walk into the evening air, it’s already past 11pm so you mostly see young people out drinking despite the weather. You have no destination but of course, you end up there.

The warm, yellow-toned light pours from the window as usual. The bell above the door is jarring to your fragile little heart.

He’s there.

He has his back to you, cleaning some sort of container in the sink.

“Two seconds!” he sing-songs. You don’t respond. A few seconds later he’s done and spins around to you. His eyes widen a little and then drop.

“Hi.” He steps towards the register.

“Hi,” you respond.

“Would you like something to drink?” his tone is passive, despite his words being polite.

“A hot chocolate, please, to sit in.” You try to smile at him, he focuses on the register. He nudges the card reader towards you as he steps away to get started on your drink. You move towards the bar-stool seating you sat on previously.

“Do you mind if I sit here?” you ask. He looks back to you.

“Go ahead,” he glances back at you. You take a seat and look around, and you realise for the first time that you’re the only person in here, apart from Jisung. You look back towards him just as he put the cup down in front of you.

“Thank you,” you smile again, he gives you a small one but it doesn’t reach his eyes. He turns away and starts fiddling with the coffee machine.

“Jisung, can I talk to you?” you ask.

“I thought you wanted me to leave you alone.” He says without turning around.

“Please.”

That gets him to turn around at least, even if he is still looking at anything but you.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you yesterday. I was just a mess, and that’s not an excuse but I need you to know I didn’t mean it,” you trail off, picking up your drink and taking a sip, appreciating its sweetness.

“And to be honest, I kind of miss the flirty Jisung. I was beginning to like him.” You take another sip of your hot chocolate, smirking to yourself when you see his head shoot up toward you.

“You do?” His eyes soften a little when you nod.

“I really am sorry.”

“It’s okay. Well, it’s not okay. But it’s okay. To be honest, I probably was coming on weirdly strong, huh?” He scratches the back of his neck while you chuckle.

There is a moment of silence as you look down at your hot chocolate. Until a thought sparks in your head.

“Why do you flirt with me?”

“What?” His eyes widen and the poor guy looks like he’s about to shit his pants.

“Why do you flirt with me? Or do you just flirt with anyone?” You raise an eyebrow.

“No! I don’t, it’s really just you, and I don’t know why, I just kinda… liked you? I mean, you seemed cool and nice and definitely my type.” He catches himself rambling.

“I’m your type?” You ask, smirking.

“Well, yeah.” he chuckles. You laugh too.

“Han Jisung, I think we should go on a date.” You say, definitively.

“Really?!” He stands up from where he was leaning against the back counter and crosses towards you.

“Actually, never mind.” You roll your eyes, chuckling.

“Do not play with my heart like this, I’m sensitive!” he clutches at his chest dramatically, making you laugh louder.

“Fine, but I get to pick where we’re going.”

“Deal! Just tell me a time and I’ll be there.” His grin tells you that he will live up to that. You fall into another silence as you hold each other’s gaze, just smiling.

“Hey, Y/n, you want a discounted cookie?”

“I’d love one.”

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