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[Team Sonic] Milk and Tea
TEAM SONIC can I be Tails? hellyeeeeah. Going off of Ansa's last word, I am making yet another coffee shop college AU. I love them. I can't help it. Also the more VIXXO/BIXXO in my life, the better.
god this is awful out of context BUT B ASICALLY Chen is a photography student rooming with Minseok, Chanyeol, and Junmyeon, and the rest of EXO kind of use it as their base of operations bc it's a house instead of a student dorm. Sutao/Xiuhan are disgusting and possibly engaged and Neo is a thing until it's not. Chen pines over Leo until he finds out he's taken but then it turns out they're in the same college and Yixing decides to stick his nose in that business. Leo is a cat. The end.
Prompt help from Unnie, and written while listening to copious amounts of this and this!
Too much sugar in his coffee, but Jongdae couldn’t even mind as he settled himself down in his regular booth. It was the worst location, honestly - right next to the entrance of the café, as well as nearest to the bathroom, but Jongdae had come to think about this spot as being his own – he was here nearly every morning since semester started, after all.
And while the coffee was amazing, it was also horrendously overpriced and bleeding his wallet. Jongdae knew he could probably convince his roommates to make him coffee every morning – Minseok took passion to a new level and their kitchen was well equipped to make all the coffee that Jongdae couldn’t even pronounce.
Then again, Jongdae wasn’t here for the coffee.
This wasn’t how he was used to things – he left the role of hopeless romantic to Junmyeon, who was well equipped to deal with the idiocy that came with crushes and feelings. (Though thank god, Zitao had finally said yes during Christmas break because Jongdae wasn’t sure he could handle much more of Junmyeon’s wailing about how adorable his ‘precious cutie dongsaeng’ was.)
So no, this wasn’t what he usually did, but he found himself settling comfortable into the routine of pining – gross – and spending far too much money on coffee, just because every day a boy came in and ordered a single strawberry muffin and an iced mocha latte. And today, like clockwork, the boy appeared just as Jongdae settled in.
He was tall, probably as tall as Chanyeol, but he moved with a quieter grace than Jongdae’s roommate had any hope of possessing. By now, Jongdae has come to recognize his love for oversized sweaters with slouching necklines and overlong sleeves (Jongdae liked them too, because goddamn those collarbones, he wanted to bite them.) He was shy, clamming up with the occasionally overly friendly barista, but he had a smile that was so adorable, Jongdae wanted to punch puppies. And bite those lips until they turned red.
(Jongdae maybe had a problem.)
Today was no different. Jongdae knew how it’d go. The boy would order his muffin and coffee and head to the east side of the café to bask in the sun – situated perfectly for Jongdae to sneak glances as he tried to do homework. Jongdae was probably going to fail his Statistics class at this rate, glances turning into the most subtlest stare to have ever been stared.
But the boy was so picturesque, with his fingers wiggling at the hem of his sleeves as he read a book (Jane Austin today), the sun glinting in his hair to create a faint halo. Jongdae itched to cross the café, drop to his knee, and snap a million pictures, because he’d committed the sight to memory, but there was something more, something that maybe the negatives and a darkroom would show him, if he only had the chance.
Today was the day routine was thrown to the wind, however, as suddenly another guy burst into the café with a loud call of “Taekwoooooon!” and the boy looked up from his book at the call, initially alarmed, but his eyes softening in recognition, tucking the book in the crook of his arm as he grabbed his coffee and went to meet the guy and Jongdae nearly spat all over his textbook as the new guy leaned in to kiss Taekwoon’s cheek.
“Ready to go?” he asked Taekwoon and Jongdae’s world had twisted sideways as Taekwoon smiled, hanging over his coffee so he could take the guy’s hand as they left the café.
That was the biggest plot twist Jongdae had ever seen.
It wasn’t until later, when he was complaining to Junmyeon about this terrible development (“He’s probably not straight! He probably also has a really hot boyfriend! Fuck my life.”) that he remembered that it hadn’t all been in vain, for now his coffeeshop boy had a name.
Taekwoon.
And Jongdae couldn’t help but smile at that.
Prompt help from Unnie, and written while listening to copious amounts of this and this!
Too much sugar in his coffee, but Jongdae couldn’t even mind as he settled himself down in his regular booth. It was the worst location, honestly - right next to the entrance of the café, as well as nearest to the bathroom, but Jongdae had come to think about this spot as being his own – he was here nearly every morning since semester started, after all.
And while the coffee was amazing, it was also horrendously overpriced and bleeding his wallet. Jongdae knew he could probably convince his roommates to make him coffee every morning – Minseok took passion to a new level and their kitchen was well equipped to make all the coffee that Jongdae couldn’t even pronounce.
Then again, Jongdae wasn’t here for the coffee.
This wasn’t how he was used to things – he left the role of hopeless romantic to Junmyeon, who was well equipped to deal with the idiocy that came with crushes and feelings. (Though thank god, Zitao had finally said yes during Christmas break because Jongdae wasn’t sure he could handle much more of Junmyeon’s wailing about how adorable his ‘precious cutie dongsaeng’ was.)
So no, this wasn’t what he usually did, but he found himself settling comfortable into the routine of pining – gross – and spending far too much money on coffee, just because every day a boy came in and ordered a single strawberry muffin and an iced mocha latte. And today, like clockwork, the boy appeared just as Jongdae settled in.
He was tall, probably as tall as Chanyeol, but he moved with a quieter grace than Jongdae’s roommate had any hope of possessing. By now, Jongdae has come to recognize his love for oversized sweaters with slouching necklines and overlong sleeves (Jongdae liked them too, because goddamn those collarbones, he wanted to bite them.) He was shy, clamming up with the occasionally overly friendly barista, but he had a smile that was so adorable, Jongdae wanted to punch puppies. And bite those lips until they turned red.
(Jongdae maybe had a problem.)
Today was no different. Jongdae knew how it’d go. The boy would order his muffin and coffee and head to the east side of the café to bask in the sun – situated perfectly for Jongdae to sneak glances as he tried to do homework. Jongdae was probably going to fail his Statistics class at this rate, glances turning into the most subtlest stare to have ever been stared.
But the boy was so picturesque, with his fingers wiggling at the hem of his sleeves as he read a book (Jane Austin today), the sun glinting in his hair to create a faint halo. Jongdae itched to cross the café, drop to his knee, and snap a million pictures, because he’d committed the sight to memory, but there was something more, something that maybe the negatives and a darkroom would show him, if he only had the chance.
Today was the day routine was thrown to the wind, however, as suddenly another guy burst into the café with a loud call of “Taekwoooooon!” and the boy looked up from his book at the call, initially alarmed, but his eyes softening in recognition, tucking the book in the crook of his arm as he grabbed his coffee and went to meet the guy and Jongdae nearly spat all over his textbook as the new guy leaned in to kiss Taekwoon’s cheek.
“Ready to go?” he asked Taekwoon and Jongdae’s world had twisted sideways as Taekwoon smiled, hanging over his coffee so he could take the guy’s hand as they left the café.
That was the biggest plot twist Jongdae had ever seen.
It wasn’t until later, when he was complaining to Junmyeon about this terrible development (“He’s probably not straight! He probably also has a really hot boyfriend! Fuck my life.”) that he remembered that it hadn’t all been in vain, for now his coffeeshop boy had a name.
Taekwoon.
And Jongdae couldn’t help but smile at that.