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[Team One] Know My Name
Coffee shop owner!Seokjin has the biggest crush on his customer who seems to have a change of hair color every week.
Speechless.
Kim Seokjin is utterly speechless when he sees the familiar customer enter his coffee shop for the third time this week, but with mint green hair. His mouth hangs open, lips jutting out, as he accidentally drops the coffee mug he’s drying. It clangs loudly against the marble counter and Seokjin internally lets out a sigh of relief his business partner, Kim Namjoon, is not around or else he’d take this opportunity to finally, finally reprimand Seokjin for being clumsy this time around.
Not Seokjin’s fault his best friend slash business partner is a born klutz.
Going back to the problem at hand, the familiar customer with his mint green hair sits at his usual spot near the floor-length glass windows. He always sits there, no matter the weather, and Seokjin figures it’s because he likes to watch the people that walk by the vicinity. This time around though he’s the one watched by the people around him.
The man’s mint green hair is stunning to say the least. He looks like a grumpy fairy out to have his daily dose of coffee. He goes by the name of Yoongi, this Seokjin knows because he’s always the one to get his order. The first time Seokjin says the man’s name, he adores the way it rolls of his tongue. Like he’s meant to say it.
Pale skin, small eyes hidden by eyeglasses and a sweater that almost engulfs his entire body, Yoongi has always sported fairly normal colored hair the past few weeks Seokjin has served him. It has always been black and despite the many silver studs on both of Yonggi’s ears, Seokjin has never thought he’d be the type to do such a crazy stunt.
Not that Seokjin minds.
Or rather, Seokjin has a right to mind.
“What are you looking at?” The baritone voice of his best friend near his ears has Seokjin yelping for dear life. Thank goodness he’s not holding anything fragile this time around or else he’ll never live it down when Namjoon finally gets his vendetta for all the times Seokjin has reprimanded him for breaking something, anything, at least twice a week in the coffee shop.
“Namjoon, the insurance just called.”
“They told me to make sure you stay clear of the coffee shop equipment or they’re dropping us.”
“BUT IT WAS JUST ONE TIME, HYUNG. I SWEAR I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW IT WAS THERE.”
“Dude, how the hell can’t you see a huge coffee grinder? Are you fucking blind?”
“None of your concern,” Seokjin says sternly.
It’s a Thursday afternoon and there aren’t a lot of people in the coffee shop save for the employees out to get a quick energy boost and the Graduate and Law students murmuring concepts behind thick books and equally thick glasses. Building a coffee shop in the middle of a busy metropolitan street filled with aspiring people who have huge buying power and thin patience is one of the decisions Seokjin is secretly proud of Namjoon for suggesting.
Jimin and Jungkook are busy tallying their inventory while Taehyung mans the counter. Namjoon just finished interviewing the potential new barista and Yoongi is on his way to the counter. There’s no way Seokjin would let Yoongi get a taste of Taehyung’s quirky personality. He has nothing against Taehyung or anything, but he can be pretty fascinating. Or so, Namjoon says.
Seokjin would rather use the word ‘creepy’.
He’s a second too late by the time he reaches the counter. “Oh hey, sup Tinkerbell, what can I make for you today?” Seokjin literally facepalms himself as he looks at the offending glare of Yoongi in response to Taehyung’s bright as sunshine grin. He sighs and pushes Taehyung away with a whisper of ‘Go help Namjoon or something; I got this.’
Out of the corner of his eyes, he sees Taehyung drape himself over Namjoon, the latter being his boss be damned.
“I’m sorry about that; he’s a bit…” Seokjin tries to find the right word. “…different.” Yoongi supplies. There’s still a scowl on Yoongi’s face, but it soon vanishes as soon as his eyes land on Seokjin. Looking at Yoongi up close, Seokjin can see the dark circles heavy below his eyes. His face is paler than usual, but still so smooth. He pushes his glasses further to the bridge of his nose and checks the menu board as if he’s not going to order the same thing he’s been ordering ever since he first visited the shop. Caramel macchiato and a glass of cold water.
“I’d like to order a caramel macchiato, venti…” He bites his lower lip as he continues to eye the menu. “…and if you could give me a glass of water with that please, that’d be super great.”
Seokjin punches the order in the cashier and cheerfully says ‘That’d be 5,700 won’ before Jimin hovers behind him ready to prepare the coffee. Yoongi bends a bit to get his coins out of the depths of his coin purse. This provides Seokjin a better view of his scalp and, really, it should be downright creepy and embarrassing, but Seokjin finds Yoongi’s scalp attractive.
Not the first time he has found small details about the man attractive, but let’s save that for another story.
Yoongi gives him the exact amount and goes back to his place near the window. Seokjin watches longingly from behind the espresso machines as Yoongi drinks his coffee and drowns himself with the music he has on his trusty earphones. Why does he have to look good even with mint green hair?
“You’ve got it bad, hyung.”
It’s Jungkook this time around. There’s a pitiful smile on his face and Seokjin’s hand suddenly itches to hit someone.
-
Min Yoongi comes back to the coffee shop on a Thursday afternoon. Seokjin is nursing a cup of Americano with Namjoon as they discuss about the new pastries their supplier has proposed to them when the bell clangs against the entrance door, signaling a customer. Seokjin cranes his neck from where he is and immediately hides, heart palpitating and breathe hitching.
He has a new hair color! Again!
It’s a firey red this time around and it shines against the sunlight that permeates the windows.
Namjoon’s eyebrows twitch. What is happening to his hyung? He checks the counter and Oh. The Crush is here. It’s crazy how a small, pale stranger can turn his normally stoic hyung into a pile of goo. The first time Namjoon met Seokjin he immediately realized it’s wrong to think Seokjin is nothing, but a mere flower boy. He is far from that, if any of Namjoon’s recorded wrestling matches and intellectual debates with his hyung are proofs.
On why he records it, don’t even ask.
So…this. Seeing his best friend slash favorite hyung slash business partner hide behind a black plastic clipboard when he sees the tiny customer enter their coffee shop is definitely crazy. Much crazier than Taehyung claiming they can try and set their coffees on fire as a promotional campaign.
“Seokjin hyung….” Namjoon begins as he taps Seokjin in the arm. “Hyung, stop hiding.”
Seokjin immediately straightens his posture at that. “What hiding? I’m not hiding.” He immediately drops the clipboard on the table and coughs. “So…you wanted to purchase the red velvet cakes?” He wants to portray a business game face on, but Namjoon knows better when Seokjin bites his lower lip. He can’t stop sneaking a glance on The Crush.
Namjoon sighs and collects the documents.
“Let’s discuss this later. I need a smoke. And you need to meet your crush before you melt and ruin this fine piece of expensive leather chair.” Namjoon has already given the documents to Jungkook for safekeep before Seokjin can even protest. From his peripheral vision, he sees Namjoon give Yoongi a once over before he gives Seokjin the look, that look that means he’s questioning Seokjin's decisions in life, and goes outside for a quick smoke.
Seokjin gulps and makes his way towards the counter. At least it’s Jimin who gets Yoongi’s order this time. Jimin is safe; Jimin is fine.
“Oh hey there, firey hyung. You can set my world on fire with how hot you look right now,” Jimin winks. He actually winks! Seokjin can’t believe he thought Jimin is fine! Yoongi makes a face akin to somebody who just ate something bad. Seokjin rushes to the counter and smiles at Yoongi. The latter merely sighs and orders a caramel macchiato before he slams the money on the table. If anything, Jimin is oblivious at the anger emanating from his customer. He cheerfully takes the money and proceeds to make it, steel cups and spoons clanking against each other.
“Sorry about that, I don’t know what has gotten to him,” Seokjin apologizes for his crew. Who chose Jimin anyway? Oh yeah, he did. Namjoon was out on a business meeting for his other job aka composer for hip-hop underground acts. Anyway. Yoongi shrugs. “It’s fine, at least someone likes this awful mess of a hair” He threads his fingers on his hair and really Seokjin would kill to do that. Not really kill, kill, but why does Yoongi’s hair look so soft despite the murder he does on it on a weekly basis?
“It looks great on you!” Seokjin beams. Yoongi raises his left eyebrow at him and whispers a ‘thanks’. Wait, did Seokjin just say that? Shit, what kind of stupid imbecile, annoying-
“Yoongi hyung! Here’s your coffee!” Jimin shouts above the jazz music playing throughout the place. Seokjin does not understand why Jimin needs to shout, especially when they trained him not to shout when inside the coffee shop. Yoongi walks towards the other end of the counter to get the coffee from Jimin when the kid says the damnest thing. “Seokjin hyung has been pining on you for weeks now, what do you think you go on a date with my boss so I can get a well-deserved raise?” There goes that grin again, that grin which makes his eyes appear smaller.
Seokjin almost chokes on his own spit. Can the earth just swallow him whole now?
“Yeah, whatever kid, I don’t even know who your Seokjin hyung is.”
Yoongi nods at Jimin then at Seokjin before he’s leaving the coffee shop, red hair glistening against the sun as soft hiphop music blasts on his earphones.
It’s safe to say Jimin got the worst ear pinch he’s ever had his entire life.
-
So Min Yoongi doesn’t know who Seokjin is. It’s no biggie. It’s not a problem. It’s not like Seokjin has introduced himself to Yoongi. It’s not like Seokjin wants Yoongi to have the least bit interest on him.
Not at all.
He rolls his eyes and slams his notebook on the table, making the spoon clatter off the desk. He sighs and rubs his fingers on his temple; why is he even getting mad over Yoongi not knowing who he is? He’s only been making sure the dude gets his cup of caramel macchiato correctly for weeks now. Surely, it’s nothing too important for the short man.
“Hyung, is Seokjin hyung alright?”
“Uhh…I think you better tell him about your planned day off next time, Jungkookie. Hyung just got his heart broken by that Yoongi guy.”
Seokjin swerves his neck so fast he’s amazed he didn’t break it. Jimin and Jeongkook are crouching down near the door leading to the counter. A small eep escapes Jimin’s mouth as Jungkook’s huge, round eyes turn even bigger. He squints at them and makes a move to stand up, sending them scrambling to God knows where.
“Hyung, stop scaring our employees,” It’s Namjoon. His voice is tired as he places two cups of coffee on Seokjin’s table. It’s a Sunday morning and soon the onslaught of customers wanting to spend their breakfast or brunch in the coffee shop will come in. Their scheduled morning meetings are supposed to start in ten minutes or so. Hip-hop music plays through the audio system of the coffee shop, courtesy of Namjoon’s taste.
“I’m not scaring them,” Seokjin says.
“Sure you aren’t. I also didn’t see poor Jungkook wail his mother’s name on his way to the backdoor.” He sips his coffee and encourages Seokjin to do so as well. It’s Namjoon who made it; he’s the only other person who has perfected how Seokjin likes his coffee apart from Seokjin himself.
“Oh please, you know how those kids overact.”
Namjoon puts down his coffee cup and stares seriously at his business partner. “Hyung, maybe it’s better to confess to your crush when he orders his coffee again? You know, just to end this once and for all.” Why does Namjoon sound so unsupportive? Sure, Seokjin may be in an unrequited like, but it’s not like it’s affecting him badly, right?
“There’s nothing to confess because he doesn’t even know who I am.”
The bitterness seeps out of Seokjin’s voice as he downs another sip of his coffee. He’s not bitter, not bitter at all. Excuse me, he is Kim Seokjin, flower boy and business owner, he does not need the interest of some small man with fancy hair color. No. Not at all.
The doorbell suddenly chimes and Namjoon and Seokjin both look at who enters their shop to see a familiar short man, but now with a blonde hair. He has black rimmed eye glasses this time that goes well with his black long sleeves, skinny denim pants and leather shoes. He’s not holding anything as he walks toward the counter with his eyes seemingly looking for something.
For a brief moment, Seokjin and Yoongi’s eyes meet, but Seokjin immediately breaks eye contact to take a sip of his coffee. Namjoon sees the interaction and looks at his hyung and his crush. Seokjin can be a very stubborn brat when he wants to. He shakes his head and excuses himself to go outside to get a smoke.
“Clearly, there’s some brimming sexual tension between you guys and I’d rather not be here when you finally work your way out of your clothes. I’ll go outside for a smoke, just fix this hyung.”
Seokjin makes a face at Namjoon. How dare he assume there’s something between Seokjin and Yoongi. The guy doesn’t even know who he is! Despite weeks of serving him his coffee! Seokjin wears his name tag every damn day, mind you. He’s a model employee for his own business, gooddamit!
Yoongi is on the counter, talking to Taehyung, but he doesn’t seem like he’s ordering something. There’s a bright smile on Taehyung’s face as he animatedly respond to whatever they’re talking about. Seokjin sighs. He might be annoyed at the guy, but he is still a customer. And customers mean money.
“Yeah and when you dip ice cream on your fries, its extra tasty,” Taehhyung says excitedly. Seokjin whispers “I’ll take it from here, thanks Taehyung”, sending the kid to the bank to prepare materials for rush hour. Yoongi smiles at him, hands deep within the pockets of his jeans. Seokjin smiles at him curtly and fixes his damn name tag for good measure. Embossed acrylic name tags are damn expensive, okay? Why can’t customers not appreciate them.
“A caramel macchiato and a glass of water, yes?” He asks Yoongi. Yoongi seems startled, but nods anyway. Seokjin doesn’t even spare him a glass as he punches the order and tells him the amount to be paid. Who cares if Yoongi looks good in blonde? So what if he’s dying to comb his fingers on that soft-looking locks? Nobody cares.
“Here…” Yoongi gives him a couple of bills which Seokjin monotonously accepts with a ‘Thank you’, counting each bill before he closes the transaction. Except it’s not just bills, but also two tickets for that popular action film Seokjin’s been planning to watch. He looks up at Yoongi who offers him a sheepish grin.
“I was wondering if you wanted to watch a movie with me…” Yoongi rubs his hands on his neck and wait is that his cheeks reddening Seokjin is seeing? No. No, he will not be fazed by such cuteness. He coughs and looks seriously at Yoongi. “Do you even know who I am?”
Yoongi grins then.
“You’re Kim Seokjin, you own this coffee shop with that guy smoking outside. You always get my order and stare at me from behind the espresso machine. Sometimes you make small conversations with me and I want to make it longer, but I’m so awkward you leave by the time I’m ready to actually talk to you. I panicked over what Jimin told me before because I never thought you’d take an interest on me; I didn’t realize I blurted out a really stupid thing. Of course, I know your name. I’ve memorized it since day one.”
That leaves Seokjin appalled.
He needs to get taller espresso machines.
-
It’s on their third date as a couple when Seokjin finds out the reason behind Yoongi’s different hair colors.
“Oh Jung Hoseok, your new barista and my roommate, and I liked to bet on our neighbor’s cat. If the cat manages to snatch the crackers the old lady hides behind the box of cereals, Hoseok wins and gets to dye my hair any color he wants. If it doesn’t, then I win. Clearly, I suck at making bets.” Yoongi smiles at his boyfriend as he combs his now dark brown hair with his fingers.
Seokjin lands a kiss on his nape and bites his ears, but not before whispering, “Don’t worry, you looked hot in every single hair color you got.”
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Speechless.
Kim Seokjin is utterly speechless when he sees the familiar customer enter his coffee shop for the third time this week, but with mint green hair. His mouth hangs open, lips jutting out, as he accidentally drops the coffee mug he’s drying. It clangs loudly against the marble counter and Seokjin internally lets out a sigh of relief his business partner, Kim Namjoon, is not around or else he’d take this opportunity to finally, finally reprimand Seokjin for being clumsy this time around.
Not Seokjin’s fault his best friend slash business partner is a born klutz.
Going back to the problem at hand, the familiar customer with his mint green hair sits at his usual spot near the floor-length glass windows. He always sits there, no matter the weather, and Seokjin figures it’s because he likes to watch the people that walk by the vicinity. This time around though he’s the one watched by the people around him.
The man’s mint green hair is stunning to say the least. He looks like a grumpy fairy out to have his daily dose of coffee. He goes by the name of Yoongi, this Seokjin knows because he’s always the one to get his order. The first time Seokjin says the man’s name, he adores the way it rolls of his tongue. Like he’s meant to say it.
Pale skin, small eyes hidden by eyeglasses and a sweater that almost engulfs his entire body, Yoongi has always sported fairly normal colored hair the past few weeks Seokjin has served him. It has always been black and despite the many silver studs on both of Yonggi’s ears, Seokjin has never thought he’d be the type to do such a crazy stunt.
Not that Seokjin minds.
Or rather, Seokjin has a right to mind.
“What are you looking at?” The baritone voice of his best friend near his ears has Seokjin yelping for dear life. Thank goodness he’s not holding anything fragile this time around or else he’ll never live it down when Namjoon finally gets his vendetta for all the times Seokjin has reprimanded him for breaking something, anything, at least twice a week in the coffee shop.
“Namjoon, the insurance just called.”
“They told me to make sure you stay clear of the coffee shop equipment or they’re dropping us.”
“BUT IT WAS JUST ONE TIME, HYUNG. I SWEAR I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW IT WAS THERE.”
“Dude, how the hell can’t you see a huge coffee grinder? Are you fucking blind?”
“None of your concern,” Seokjin says sternly.
It’s a Thursday afternoon and there aren’t a lot of people in the coffee shop save for the employees out to get a quick energy boost and the Graduate and Law students murmuring concepts behind thick books and equally thick glasses. Building a coffee shop in the middle of a busy metropolitan street filled with aspiring people who have huge buying power and thin patience is one of the decisions Seokjin is secretly proud of Namjoon for suggesting.
Jimin and Jungkook are busy tallying their inventory while Taehyung mans the counter. Namjoon just finished interviewing the potential new barista and Yoongi is on his way to the counter. There’s no way Seokjin would let Yoongi get a taste of Taehyung’s quirky personality. He has nothing against Taehyung or anything, but he can be pretty fascinating. Or so, Namjoon says.
Seokjin would rather use the word ‘creepy’.
He’s a second too late by the time he reaches the counter. “Oh hey, sup Tinkerbell, what can I make for you today?” Seokjin literally facepalms himself as he looks at the offending glare of Yoongi in response to Taehyung’s bright as sunshine grin. He sighs and pushes Taehyung away with a whisper of ‘Go help Namjoon or something; I got this.’
Out of the corner of his eyes, he sees Taehyung drape himself over Namjoon, the latter being his boss be damned.
“I’m sorry about that; he’s a bit…” Seokjin tries to find the right word. “…different.” Yoongi supplies. There’s still a scowl on Yoongi’s face, but it soon vanishes as soon as his eyes land on Seokjin. Looking at Yoongi up close, Seokjin can see the dark circles heavy below his eyes. His face is paler than usual, but still so smooth. He pushes his glasses further to the bridge of his nose and checks the menu board as if he’s not going to order the same thing he’s been ordering ever since he first visited the shop. Caramel macchiato and a glass of cold water.
“I’d like to order a caramel macchiato, venti…” He bites his lower lip as he continues to eye the menu. “…and if you could give me a glass of water with that please, that’d be super great.”
Seokjin punches the order in the cashier and cheerfully says ‘That’d be 5,700 won’ before Jimin hovers behind him ready to prepare the coffee. Yoongi bends a bit to get his coins out of the depths of his coin purse. This provides Seokjin a better view of his scalp and, really, it should be downright creepy and embarrassing, but Seokjin finds Yoongi’s scalp attractive.
Not the first time he has found small details about the man attractive, but let’s save that for another story.
Yoongi gives him the exact amount and goes back to his place near the window. Seokjin watches longingly from behind the espresso machines as Yoongi drinks his coffee and drowns himself with the music he has on his trusty earphones. Why does he have to look good even with mint green hair?
“You’ve got it bad, hyung.”
It’s Jungkook this time around. There’s a pitiful smile on his face and Seokjin’s hand suddenly itches to hit someone.
-
Min Yoongi comes back to the coffee shop on a Thursday afternoon. Seokjin is nursing a cup of Americano with Namjoon as they discuss about the new pastries their supplier has proposed to them when the bell clangs against the entrance door, signaling a customer. Seokjin cranes his neck from where he is and immediately hides, heart palpitating and breathe hitching.
He has a new hair color! Again!
It’s a firey red this time around and it shines against the sunlight that permeates the windows.
Namjoon’s eyebrows twitch. What is happening to his hyung? He checks the counter and Oh. The Crush is here. It’s crazy how a small, pale stranger can turn his normally stoic hyung into a pile of goo. The first time Namjoon met Seokjin he immediately realized it’s wrong to think Seokjin is nothing, but a mere flower boy. He is far from that, if any of Namjoon’s recorded wrestling matches and intellectual debates with his hyung are proofs.
On why he records it, don’t even ask.
So…this. Seeing his best friend slash favorite hyung slash business partner hide behind a black plastic clipboard when he sees the tiny customer enter their coffee shop is definitely crazy. Much crazier than Taehyung claiming they can try and set their coffees on fire as a promotional campaign.
“Seokjin hyung….” Namjoon begins as he taps Seokjin in the arm. “Hyung, stop hiding.”
Seokjin immediately straightens his posture at that. “What hiding? I’m not hiding.” He immediately drops the clipboard on the table and coughs. “So…you wanted to purchase the red velvet cakes?” He wants to portray a business game face on, but Namjoon knows better when Seokjin bites his lower lip. He can’t stop sneaking a glance on The Crush.
Namjoon sighs and collects the documents.
“Let’s discuss this later. I need a smoke. And you need to meet your crush before you melt and ruin this fine piece of expensive leather chair.” Namjoon has already given the documents to Jungkook for safekeep before Seokjin can even protest. From his peripheral vision, he sees Namjoon give Yoongi a once over before he gives Seokjin the look, that look that means he’s questioning Seokjin's decisions in life, and goes outside for a quick smoke.
Seokjin gulps and makes his way towards the counter. At least it’s Jimin who gets Yoongi’s order this time. Jimin is safe; Jimin is fine.
“Oh hey there, firey hyung. You can set my world on fire with how hot you look right now,” Jimin winks. He actually winks! Seokjin can’t believe he thought Jimin is fine! Yoongi makes a face akin to somebody who just ate something bad. Seokjin rushes to the counter and smiles at Yoongi. The latter merely sighs and orders a caramel macchiato before he slams the money on the table. If anything, Jimin is oblivious at the anger emanating from his customer. He cheerfully takes the money and proceeds to make it, steel cups and spoons clanking against each other.
“Sorry about that, I don’t know what has gotten to him,” Seokjin apologizes for his crew. Who chose Jimin anyway? Oh yeah, he did. Namjoon was out on a business meeting for his other job aka composer for hip-hop underground acts. Anyway. Yoongi shrugs. “It’s fine, at least someone likes this awful mess of a hair” He threads his fingers on his hair and really Seokjin would kill to do that. Not really kill, kill, but why does Yoongi’s hair look so soft despite the murder he does on it on a weekly basis?
“It looks great on you!” Seokjin beams. Yoongi raises his left eyebrow at him and whispers a ‘thanks’. Wait, did Seokjin just say that? Shit, what kind of stupid imbecile, annoying-
“Yoongi hyung! Here’s your coffee!” Jimin shouts above the jazz music playing throughout the place. Seokjin does not understand why Jimin needs to shout, especially when they trained him not to shout when inside the coffee shop. Yoongi walks towards the other end of the counter to get the coffee from Jimin when the kid says the damnest thing. “Seokjin hyung has been pining on you for weeks now, what do you think you go on a date with my boss so I can get a well-deserved raise?” There goes that grin again, that grin which makes his eyes appear smaller.
Seokjin almost chokes on his own spit. Can the earth just swallow him whole now?
“Yeah, whatever kid, I don’t even know who your Seokjin hyung is.”
Yoongi nods at Jimin then at Seokjin before he’s leaving the coffee shop, red hair glistening against the sun as soft hiphop music blasts on his earphones.
It’s safe to say Jimin got the worst ear pinch he’s ever had his entire life.
-
So Min Yoongi doesn’t know who Seokjin is. It’s no biggie. It’s not a problem. It’s not like Seokjin has introduced himself to Yoongi. It’s not like Seokjin wants Yoongi to have the least bit interest on him.
Not at all.
He rolls his eyes and slams his notebook on the table, making the spoon clatter off the desk. He sighs and rubs his fingers on his temple; why is he even getting mad over Yoongi not knowing who he is? He’s only been making sure the dude gets his cup of caramel macchiato correctly for weeks now. Surely, it’s nothing too important for the short man.
“Hyung, is Seokjin hyung alright?”
“Uhh…I think you better tell him about your planned day off next time, Jungkookie. Hyung just got his heart broken by that Yoongi guy.”
Seokjin swerves his neck so fast he’s amazed he didn’t break it. Jimin and Jeongkook are crouching down near the door leading to the counter. A small eep escapes Jimin’s mouth as Jungkook’s huge, round eyes turn even bigger. He squints at them and makes a move to stand up, sending them scrambling to God knows where.
“Hyung, stop scaring our employees,” It’s Namjoon. His voice is tired as he places two cups of coffee on Seokjin’s table. It’s a Sunday morning and soon the onslaught of customers wanting to spend their breakfast or brunch in the coffee shop will come in. Their scheduled morning meetings are supposed to start in ten minutes or so. Hip-hop music plays through the audio system of the coffee shop, courtesy of Namjoon’s taste.
“I’m not scaring them,” Seokjin says.
“Sure you aren’t. I also didn’t see poor Jungkook wail his mother’s name on his way to the backdoor.” He sips his coffee and encourages Seokjin to do so as well. It’s Namjoon who made it; he’s the only other person who has perfected how Seokjin likes his coffee apart from Seokjin himself.
“Oh please, you know how those kids overact.”
Namjoon puts down his coffee cup and stares seriously at his business partner. “Hyung, maybe it’s better to confess to your crush when he orders his coffee again? You know, just to end this once and for all.” Why does Namjoon sound so unsupportive? Sure, Seokjin may be in an unrequited like, but it’s not like it’s affecting him badly, right?
“There’s nothing to confess because he doesn’t even know who I am.”
The bitterness seeps out of Seokjin’s voice as he downs another sip of his coffee. He’s not bitter, not bitter at all. Excuse me, he is Kim Seokjin, flower boy and business owner, he does not need the interest of some small man with fancy hair color. No. Not at all.
The doorbell suddenly chimes and Namjoon and Seokjin both look at who enters their shop to see a familiar short man, but now with a blonde hair. He has black rimmed eye glasses this time that goes well with his black long sleeves, skinny denim pants and leather shoes. He’s not holding anything as he walks toward the counter with his eyes seemingly looking for something.
For a brief moment, Seokjin and Yoongi’s eyes meet, but Seokjin immediately breaks eye contact to take a sip of his coffee. Namjoon sees the interaction and looks at his hyung and his crush. Seokjin can be a very stubborn brat when he wants to. He shakes his head and excuses himself to go outside to get a smoke.
“Clearly, there’s some brimming sexual tension between you guys and I’d rather not be here when you finally work your way out of your clothes. I’ll go outside for a smoke, just fix this hyung.”
Seokjin makes a face at Namjoon. How dare he assume there’s something between Seokjin and Yoongi. The guy doesn’t even know who he is! Despite weeks of serving him his coffee! Seokjin wears his name tag every damn day, mind you. He’s a model employee for his own business, gooddamit!
Yoongi is on the counter, talking to Taehyung, but he doesn’t seem like he’s ordering something. There’s a bright smile on Taehyung’s face as he animatedly respond to whatever they’re talking about. Seokjin sighs. He might be annoyed at the guy, but he is still a customer. And customers mean money.
“Yeah and when you dip ice cream on your fries, its extra tasty,” Taehhyung says excitedly. Seokjin whispers “I’ll take it from here, thanks Taehyung”, sending the kid to the bank to prepare materials for rush hour. Yoongi smiles at him, hands deep within the pockets of his jeans. Seokjin smiles at him curtly and fixes his damn name tag for good measure. Embossed acrylic name tags are damn expensive, okay? Why can’t customers not appreciate them.
“A caramel macchiato and a glass of water, yes?” He asks Yoongi. Yoongi seems startled, but nods anyway. Seokjin doesn’t even spare him a glass as he punches the order and tells him the amount to be paid. Who cares if Yoongi looks good in blonde? So what if he’s dying to comb his fingers on that soft-looking locks? Nobody cares.
“Here…” Yoongi gives him a couple of bills which Seokjin monotonously accepts with a ‘Thank you’, counting each bill before he closes the transaction. Except it’s not just bills, but also two tickets for that popular action film Seokjin’s been planning to watch. He looks up at Yoongi who offers him a sheepish grin.
“I was wondering if you wanted to watch a movie with me…” Yoongi rubs his hands on his neck and wait is that his cheeks reddening Seokjin is seeing? No. No, he will not be fazed by such cuteness. He coughs and looks seriously at Yoongi. “Do you even know who I am?”
Yoongi grins then.
“You’re Kim Seokjin, you own this coffee shop with that guy smoking outside. You always get my order and stare at me from behind the espresso machine. Sometimes you make small conversations with me and I want to make it longer, but I’m so awkward you leave by the time I’m ready to actually talk to you. I panicked over what Jimin told me before because I never thought you’d take an interest on me; I didn’t realize I blurted out a really stupid thing. Of course, I know your name. I’ve memorized it since day one.”
That leaves Seokjin appalled.
He needs to get taller espresso machines.
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It’s on their third date as a couple when Seokjin finds out the reason behind Yoongi’s different hair colors.
“Oh Jung Hoseok, your new barista and my roommate, and I liked to bet on our neighbor’s cat. If the cat manages to snatch the crackers the old lady hides behind the box of cereals, Hoseok wins and gets to dye my hair any color he wants. If it doesn’t, then I win. Clearly, I suck at making bets.” Yoongi smiles at his boyfriend as he combs his now dark brown hair with his fingers.
Seokjin lands a kiss on his nape and bites his ears, but not before whispering, “Don’t worry, you looked hot in every single hair color you got.”
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