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This had me giggling and kicking my feet like a school girl with a crush 😭😭😭 it’s so cute

so I love your work, I love how you write joe and yeah amazing honestly but I kid you not “Sunshine Blend Dark Roast” has got me kicking my feet and giggling like a little school girl🥺😂

me too! shit! and im the one writing it, gosh, what an experience! here's the last part, i hope it lives up to everyone's expectations! Wordcount: 3.2K ---

Sunshine Blend Dark Roast

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

Joe was there at 3, just like he said he was going to be and even after your shift, you were all energy. All bouncy. All ready to go be around Joe for a little while, because this was exciting.

“Where do you want to go?” you asked, stepping out, knowing being outside with Joe was risky. You weren’t stupid. But then, as you fell into step together, Joe suggested Starbucks, albeit as a joke, and you huffed a laugh. Yea, not a chance, you big dumb idiot. “People will see us there,” you said, and you frowned in thought. It threw Joe for a loop a little because, yes, exactly. People would see you there. Was that not what you wanted? Be seen out with him?

“You know what,” you stopped walking. “I can do a fantastic pour over for us at my place,” you narrowed your eyes, seemed to think something over, then looked at Joe, smiled, and said, “This way,” and turned on your heel with a hop.

It took Joe a second to mentally adjust to what was happening.

You were walking Joe over to your place. Your flat, house, whatever. Your home. It was so forward, and so direct, Joe’s brain couldn’t really catch up quick enough with the reality of the situation he had suddenly found himself in. It made him follow you like a lost puppy since you were clearly in charge of the situation. You wanted something from Joe. He just hadn’t expected it to be this and for you to be so casual about it all.

Okay.

Yes.

He’d be willing to give.

You were gorgeous, and sure, terrifying, but it was the fun kind of scary, and although he always felt like he was one step behind, not fully in on the joke, he followed your lead blindly. You wanted something from Joe, and Joe decided on the doorstep of your home, that he was going to give it to you.

Stepping inside, you immediately apologized.

“Sorry, I forgot about the– okay, so you know how sometimes, you take a hot mug of tea to bed? I did that, yesterday, mug in one hand, phone in the other,” you yapped away as you shrugged off your coat and threw it over a chair.

“And usually,” you stepped into the kitchen where you started rummaging through cabinets. “I throw my phone onto my bed, and then carefully set the mug down on my bedside table, but this time,” you turned to see Joe stand in the middle of your flat, gaze trained at your sofa.

“I flung the full mug of tea at my bed and only realised what I’d done when I carefully placed my phone down on my bedside table.”

You smacked your hand to your own forehead before tipping beans into a coffee grinder.

You’d slept on the sofa that night and hadn’t bothered tidying up after yourself. Your duvet, pillows, and even your fumbled up pyjamas all made a big intimate mess of your living room.

Joe just stared at it until he let a small grin take over. A girl had never so readily shown him her bed before. Temporary or not. This was where you slept.

Joe knew what you wanted. And he was going to hand it right over.

Joe joined you in the kitchen, leant against the counter and watched you make coffee with a smug smile playing on his face. It took you much longer than it did at the coffee shop, but you seemed even more into it, and Joe stared at your expert movements through half-lidded eyes as you rambled through more stories.

Joe wouldn’t have gotten a word in edgeways. Not that he tried, anyway. There was something about having you absolutely steamroll him with information, all chaotically in your verbal communication whilst your hands seemed all steady, muscle memory working hard, crafting perfect cups of coffee for the two of you.

When you finished, you turned to Joe with two cups in hand, and Joe knew this was his chance.

You’d stopped talking, looked at him all expectantly, and Joe found the courage to just, go for it.

He stepped forward, let his hands find your hips and grinned at you as he got closer.

You didn’t smile back.

Joe leant in for a kiss, his movements fast.

But you leant back as well. Moved away just as quick. Nearly spilled the coffee, didn’t speak, but your face read pure fear as you stared at Joe, who still had his hands in an inappropriate place on your body.

Then it dawned on him, and it burned him up from the inside out.

It landed like a gut punch.

Pure knocked Joe’s breath straight out of his lungs.

A grand misstep.

Way worse than all the prior ones. Combined.

Humiliated and horrified.

Oh no.

What the fuck did Joe think he was doing? The complete doom that overtook him shattered everything he’d believed to be true up until this point. The voice in his head was screaming, top of its lungs, deafening horrid sounds that made Joe want to actually vanish.

Joe’d missed the last step of the long winding staircase again, but this step was reflective, bright orange, had been so difficult to be missed. But he missed it. Totally missed it. And he could run all he’d like, big steps, in a bid to save himself, but there was no way his knees weren’t going to meet the floor and scrape themselves bloody.

This was a misstep that could scar. Leave real marks, Joe knew. It was the worst thing Joe had ever done and he plummeted right into thick, sticky anxiety.

You watched Joe take stiff, robotic steps over to your sofa and sit down on top of your duvet, head in his hands, absolutely shitting bricks. He was muttering to himself, rocking slightly, talking himself through what appeared to be an active panic attack.

You looked at the coffee cups in your hands. You were fine. That was just a weird move. You were just meant to be having a coffee together. Your mind flooded with things to say, jokes to make, ill-timed and harshly worded, but Joe didn't need putting in place. Joe needed help, and you looked at the coffees in your hands and thought of what you could do to help.

“Do you... do you want some whisky in yours? I think I have some,” you placed the coffees back down and opened a cabinet. “Oh, I don’t. I’ve got baileys. Would you like some baileys in your coffee?”

You turned to look at Joe. Still rocking. Still muttering.

“Joe?”

Joe snapped to look at you, but didn’t say anything.

Joe was about to break.

“Yea, all right. He looks like he needs it,” you said to no one. “I’m just going to go ahead and...” you poured in some baileys. Then, also in your own cup, to not make it weird. You looked over your shoulder at him. “Little more,” and gave Joe’s cup another healthy splash of liquor. Oof, that was definitely too much.

How to navigate Joe Quinn, sat on your sofa, which was also now your bed for the time being, going through a panic attack because you didn’t kiss him back? Safe to say this was a situation you never thought you’d find yourself in. But here you were. And alcohol seemed like a reasonable solution, no?

You sat down next to Joe, curled a leg under your bum to sit on and placed Joe’s coffee on the table in front of him.

He then turned to you, not making eye contact, and he was shaking. Because he hadn't just tried to kiss you, had he? He was going to go in for more, wasn't he?

Joe was reeling. Dizzy with all of it. He didn't know why his eyes were wet, but he knew he had questions.

“You don’t want to… I mean, wait… but, you don’t?”

You did. You did. But this wasn’t how people went about things, was it? Not how you had ever gone about things, at least, and just because this was Joseph mother fucking Quinn pressing his body up against yours in your kitchen, didn’t mean you were going to go about things in this way right now. You’d never even properly talked with him, had you?

You weren’t going to be that easy.

Weren't going to let it all pop, only to let it all fizzle out way too fast.

You weren't disposable.

But, yes, you did want to.

You wanted him to make you see full galaxies, the ones that lived behind your eyes. You wanted him to crowd all your senses. You wanted his arms around your waist, and his eyes so close to yours that your eyelashes would tangle when you blinked. You wanted that mouth on yours, softly, because look at how plush his lips were. But then also roughly, because this man gave you cute aggression and you needed to squeeze him until his skin broke and all his bloody guts spilled out. Kiss him until you were both bleeding from your mouths.

But you also wanted to hold and protect, because Joe looked broken a little, pained inside in dark places you didn’t know how to reach and it was an unknown mixture that didn’t seem to want to emulsify and gel properly within you.

Fuck and caress.

Hurt and comfort.

Smack him across the face, because what the fuck, Joe, but then also hug him so very tightly, whisper that it was okay and that you had him.

You did want Joe to kiss and to touch and to hold. You did. But not right here right now, you didn’t. You just wanted to have a coffee with him, so you shook your head and couldn’t help the little smile as you scrunched up your brows at him. Joe looked so lost, it was a little endearing.

“What do you want?” Joe didn’t get it. Never understood. Couldn’t even begin to understand.

“I don’t know,” you shrugged, all casual, like Joe hadn’t just died and traveled to hell and back right in front of your eyes.

“I like playing. See you go all shy. Give you compliments to see your ears go red,” you confessed. It didn’t help. Joe just stared at you; blank faced. You tried to see cogwheels turn, but Joe gave you nothing. So then you suggested, “Maybe we can hold hands later.” and it made Joe turn his head away from you slowly to stare into nothingness for a moment.

It gave you a moment to taste your coffee. Ooh, yes, that was definitely too much baileys in there. You looked at Joe’s cup – that was going to be undrinkable, surely.

“Hold hands?” he then sputtered. So confused. Almost grossed out by the looks of him, as if it was a preposterous thing to suggest.

“Yea, holding hands could be nice, couldn’t it?” you shrugged again, smiled thinking of it. Holding hands with Joe would be nice. You were kind of right. The voice of reason resided within you, you concluded.

“Why?” he spoke on an exhale.

What a question. Joe was really going through it.

“Pffft... I don’t know, why do people ever hold hands?”

You thought you’d gotten him a little out of his brain there for a moment, but he slumped right back in. This time you could see how his eyes darted around the room. Cogwheels inside definitely turning. Gaining up speed too, by the looks of it. His breathing steadied slightly, and you thought, okay good, Joe was coming back around.

And he was.

Because then he turned back to you, and offered you his hand.

Holding hands would be kind of nice, Joe agreed. The simple kind of nice he hadn't known had been missing from his life for a while now.

You looked at his hand for a moment, then scrunched your nose as you made eye contact with him. He still looked a little ashen, and you knew he was still spaced out, all floaty, locked up in his head somewhere. But, you could coax him out. You knew exactly how.

“Are you sure?” you teased, a little unsure if Joe was going to be able to handle your play.

“Yes,” Joe said, his lips threateningly close to smiling.

You got him.

“Just checking,” you said, as you took it, fingers interlacing. “I love a man who’s sure.”

Did you end the date all awkward? Yes.

It was a quick goodbye at your door, a strange hug that didn't really even count as a hug, you thought. It also lasted too long. Made it even weirder.

Did Joe promise he'd see you again the next day? Also yes.

He said he'd come in to get a coffee, promised it, two hands wrapped around one of yours as he said it, like he thought you'd absolutely die if he wouldn't.

Did you tell him, "Relax, you big weirdo"? No, but you sure as hell thought it.

Little Joey seemed far too fragile to take any more of your dumb shit yesterday, so telling him he was a weirdo didn't feel right. But today, as he walked in, he seemed... comfortable. At peace, a little. No tensed shoulders. No tight lipped smile. Maybe Joe had read your mind when you mentally told him to relax, because clearly, he'd listened.

"Good morning, what can I get you?" customer service voice, a chipper tone you'd never used on Joe before.

Joe stared up at the menu behind you, like a real customer would do.

"You know what, I think I'll have a large cappuccino,"

It took you a moment, but your smile was already there, tugging up the sides of your mouth because you didn't think Joe would ever surprise you. Not like this.

"Are you sure?" you barely got it out of your mouth, it sounded all strained and made Joe smile before he answered, "No."

And you laughed. Spilled all of your butterflies right out of your stomach within your laughter, right onto the counter, where everyone got to see.

"So adventurous!" you quipped as you reached for a cup. "I love an adventurous man,"

Now it was Joe's turn to laugh, and he shook his head. You had an answer for fucking everything, hadn't you?

Then, it was all giddy excitement.

You smiled at the man you were absolutely gone for, cup in hand, sharpie in the other, and had the audacity to ask for his name.

"Joe."

You couldn't fucking believe it. Your eyes turned into love hearts at Joe's stupid smirk and no one else existed for a moment. It was just you and Joe in the coffee shop and it was all pink, and all fuzzy. Joe just gave you his real name and let you win the game.

You loved playing games, and you always played to win.

Making a cappuccino never took this much time. You spent way too long on it, wanted to make sure you did it real good for him, not make him regret straying from his safe space, where he was comfortable, where he has the boring usual. It was just a regular cappuccino, but, it wasn't. It was much more than that.

When you finished and slapped the lid on, Joe was there at the end of the counter, waiting, like he always was, and where you always found the time to play. You held out the drink to Joe, and Joe moved to take it, but then, like last night, you moved back. Out of his reach. For a fraction of a second, Joe's face fell, but your grin saved it.

"You want this?"

And they were words of magic, because Joe then, for the first time in months, dared to think of what he wanted.

"I do,"

"Then come get it," and you bent your full body over the counter, leant onto your elbow, but held your other hand back, outstretched all the way, the cappuccino far behind you. It meant Joe had to get closer to reach. Way closer, until he was close enough to kiss.

"You want this?" You whispered, but still smiling, and you could feel in your bones just exactly how much Joe wanted it. Joe's feet found the last step of the large winding staircase safely this time. Knees unscathed. All guilt washed away as your lips found each other, and you kissed.

Joe wasn't the one who closed the distance between you, that was you, but Joe was the one who decided he could wrap hands around your neck, strong fingers around your jaw with thumbs across your cheeks. Joe wasn't the one who let your kiss grow deeper, that was you, but Joe was the one who licked his tongue across your lips, even though your mouth was already open to begin with.

You kissed until you wanted to climb over the counter, and Joe's head was spinning. Absolutely gone for each other. This is what Joe wanted, and the sheer realisation of it filled Joe all the way up the brim with strength. Self-confidence. Force. Energy. The want to play. It filled Joe up with all this good, so much, you felt it drip into your own mouth, and it made you smile. It made you smile hard, until it made you laugh and Joe couldn't hold back his own throaty giggles anymore as you finally broke away from him.

Joe was blushing like you'd never seen a man blush before. Neck, cheeks, ears; all rosy red and blotchy and cute, oh so fucking god damn adorable, lips all shiny, you could hardly stand it.

Joe reached for the cappuccino you'd forgotten about, were about to drop if you hadn't been reminded of it, and said, "bye," real close to your face, making you hold in a squeal. And Joe could tell. Just made his grin grow even wider as he was about to step out.

"See you tomorrow, idiot!" you shouted after him before he did.

And outside, Joe saw.

For the first time in months, you'd not written Joe on his cup. Joe gave you his real name. For the first time, his real name! Gave it to you, for you to write it down on his cup, and then, you hadn't.

Joe sighed. Smiled. Shook his head and moved his cup so his hand covered the word "idiot" you'd written in all caps, because other people wouldn't understand, and took another sip.

Actually, this cappuccino wasn't all that bad.

Maybe he'd try something different again tomorrow.

He wasn't sure, and wasn't that beautiful?

He'd see where this adventure would take him. Walls down, voice silenced, darkness aside and sweet golden sunbeams cascading down. Maybe he'd focus solely on what he wanted.

What did Joe want?

Joe knew.

Joe wanted to wear sunglasses and stare straight into the sun for hours. Joe wanted to risk going blind, because it was all play, and it seemed so fun. Joe wanted to leave the dishes for a moment, because he was going to nail this essay, he just knew it. Top marks, he was so sure.

Joe knew what he wanted. Knew what he liked. Knew exactly what he craved more of.

It was scary. But it was so fun. And it was all you.

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super-btstrash-posts · 2 years

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This is so cute 🥺🥺🥺

Sweet dreams drinks are made of chocolate

pairing: Bang Chan x female reader

genre: cafe!au, fluff with a little bit of angst, barista!reader, skzleader!Chan

word count: 2.5K

Warning: brief mention of fire, brief mention of a car accident almost happening, insomnia, some cursing

The pictures on this post are not mine, I found them on Google. They were chosen as a way to illustrate the main ideas of the fic, but they don't represent exactly what I wrote about.

My note: Finally posting my first fic, yay! I’ve been thinking about posting my own stuff for years now and I’m so happy that my first time posting on here is with a SKZ fic. I wanna say thank you to my bird friend, and to @h0neydewmoon and @sparkystraynger. The three of you read my fic first and gave me such sweet feedback and encouragement. If it wasn't for the three of you, I probably wouldn’t have the courage to post this. Thank you again, and I love you ~

(Also, I apologize for the pun on the title. I had the idea when I was trying to sleep and I just liked it too much so I had to use it.)

To say Chan’s day was being eventful was a big fucking understatement. I mean, he woke up to the boys screaming with all their might and he thought that someone had died. He ran to the kitchen — where the sound was coming from — and found Jisung and Hyunjin throwing something completely burnt inside the sink. Feeling a headache starting, he asked if they were okay. Upon the answer that everything was, in fact, okay — they just got distracted playing games while the toast was getting ready and the thing ended up looking like a piece of coal —, he went to the bathroom.

Chan barely got any sleep last night. The countless thoughts, negative thoughts, threatened to take control of his mind and he dived deep into work to keep them away. The result? He stayed awake until 4am, even though he knew that he had to wake up early because of a meeting at JYP at 10am.

It was around eight-thirty now. He still had some time to get ready and get something to eat from his favorite cafe before having to go to JYP, so he decided to do just that. After taking a quick shower, he grabbed his contact lens, and that’s when the second accident happened. While he was putting them on — very carefully, he had been doing this for years and was still not used to the feeling —, one of them slipped and fell right in the middle of the sink. Muttering a quick fuck, he started to look for his backup pair. After a couple minutes and no sign of them, he suddenly remembered that he left the backup pair in his room. At JYP.

With a second shit, this time followed by a playful “no cursing, hyung!”, from Hyunjin, he went to his room to grab the glasses he kept there as a backup’s backup. He hated the thick black-rimmed thing. He felt like it made his nose look even bigger, if that was even possible. But, considering the poor circumstances, it was either the glasses or seeing barely nothing until he got at the company, and that wouldn’t do.

After putting some comfortable clothes on — all black, no surprises here — and grabbing everything he needed, Chan said goodbye to the kids and went to the cafe. It was a cute little place about 10 minutes from the dorms that he found out on a morning walk, when he was so stressed that he couldn’t sleep, and working on his songs was not, well, working as well. On that occasion, the boy was on his second day with no sleep and he decided to try walking around the neighborhood to clear his mind. It wasn’t working very well, until he stumbled on the small cafe: a cute place decorated with pastel tones, dozens of photos of landscapes and pretty places in general on the brick walls inside, lightbulbs hanging from the ceiling and round tables with small vases with fresh flowers on each of them.

Chan felt a sudden wave of calmness when he looked inside the place through the big glass window. There weren't many customers inside, but everyone there looked content, at peace, like as if it was a place just made for people who needed a break from their problems. Everything that composed the aura of the cafe was so appealing to Chan that he had to go inside.

The girl at the counter opened a very friendly smile, welcomed him, and waited as he took a look at the drinks and food they had there. Everything they offered was written on the black board on the back with a beautiful calligraphy. They even had cute drawings to represent each item! That made him smile. Not even five minutes inside that place and he already could feel himself relaxing.

Not wanting to take too long to decide, he ordered a big cup of hot chocolate and a chocolate muffin. After paying, he went to sit next to the big window. With nothing to do while he waited, and regretting not taking his headphones with him, he just played some games on his phone to kill time until his order was ready. After a couple minutes, a different girl — he recognized her as the one who was making the drinks — brought him his food. She had a beautiful light brown skin, long dark curly hair up in a high pony-tail and the prettiest eyes.

“Here you go. Enjoy your food!” The smile she gave him made his heart skip a beat.

“Thank you-” He took a quick look at her name on her uniform “Y/N.” Chan thanked, giving a smile of his own. “It looks really good!”

And he wasn’t just saying it. The hot chocolate looked thick and rich, just like he liked, and it even had those cute small marshmallows, whipped cream and a bit of cinnamon sprayed on top! The muffin looked really good too, chocolaty and fluffy.

Y/N gave him another smile and went back to the counter. Chan put his hands around the mug and just let it warm his hands for a little bit. It wasn’t so cold outside, but the feeling was nice. After a couple minutes, he took a sip of the chocolate and let out a low moan. The sweet drink tasted even better than it looked, and it made him feel really warm inside too.

The boy ate the — very delicious! — muffin rather quickly, but he took his time to finish the hot chocolate. He kept holding the mug with both hands and watched the people passing through the window while he took small sips of it, enjoying not having to do anything else for a while. On that day, after getting home, he fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. It was the best sleep he had in months.

After that day, he came back as many times as he could. Sometimes only to have a drink — usually hot chocolate, but he tried some others that looked interesting —, sometimes to do some work outside his studio. Working while watching other people living their own lives could be quite inspiring. And, he would be lying if he said that he wasn’t interested in seeing the pretty girl who made the drinks.

While he didn’t actually interact with Y/N much, since he didn’t want to end up bothering her when she was working, the few conversations he had with her were enough to make Chan start to harbor a crush for the girl. She sat with him a couple times, usually when the cafe wasn’t that busy, and they talked about a little bit of everything.

The first time that she stopped to talk with him after bringing his to him order was when he first took his laptop to the cafe and it surprised him quite a lot. He ordered his usual — literally, he went there enough times so the girl that worked at the front started to only ask “the usual?” after greeting him. Was it weird that that made him feel warm inside? Maybe, but it was the truth —, sat down and turned on his laptop.

He had been working on a specific song for a while that he couldn’t get pleased with the result. After many days of frustration, he decided to try out working on it at the cafe. Maybe a change in the scenario would help? So Chan put his headphones, laptop and keyboard inside his black backpack and drove to the place.

The boy made his order and sat down at his — also — usual place, right next to the big windows. He placed everything on the table and opened the music editing software. The music sucked him as soon as he started to edit it, and he didn’t even notice when Y/N stopped right next to his table with his food. She stood there for a couple seconds, watching him work.

“Can I?” Her soft voice startled him, and he stood up in surprise. Then he got surprised once again. Y/N was tall. How could he never notice? She was a bit taller than him, even. He got a bit flustered with that information.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t see you-” Chan apologized, feeling his ears getting red, and started to move his stuff to make some room on the table for his drink and muffin.

“It’s okay! I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to bother. Also, I was curious about what you were working on. It’s a new song?” The girl said all that with a quiet voice and a brilliant smile on her face.

“Ah-” He stuttered “Uh, yeah, it is.” Feeling his face getting even hotter, he just looked away and finished pushing his things a little bit to the right. She put the food on the table and he sat back again.

“I feel honored that you decided to work on it at our cafe.” And she sounded sincere, even though her voice had just a little bit a teasing in it. He was probably looking like a tomato already, and that’s when he realized something.

“Wait-” Chan looked at her face again and she raised her eyebrows in question. “Do you know who I am?” The shock on his voice made her playfully roll her eyes.

“You mean our most loyal client?” The confusion on his face made her laugh — the beautiful sound making his heart hurt in response. Then, with a soft smile on her face, she said. “Yes, best leader Bang Christopher Chan, I know who you are.” If he thought that his face was hot before, he felt like he was going to combust after hearing that.

“Uh-” The boy gulped. “Uh-” He blinked a couple times. His brain was probably broken.

She muttered something that sounded a lot like fucking cute and he felt his brain restarting with the shock.

“A-Are you a STAY?” She giggled at the question.

“I thought my previous comment made it obvious, but yes, Chan, I’m a STAY.”

Y/N opened her mouth to say something else, but someone yelled her name. Both of them looked in the direction of the sound and saw a big line of customers. Her coworker had a big smile on her face that was obviously fake, and after taking an order from a client she looked at them and mouthed “Less flirting and more working, bitch.”

This time, Y/N was the one who got flustered and the boy giggled at her coworker’s teasing, still feeling his face hot. She quickly said goodbye to him and went back to work. Later that day, even after getting home, Chan was still thinking about the conversation with her and feeling his face hot.

After that day, he started to bring his laptop to the cafe more often, and he and Y/N got closer because of their talks. He didn’t show the songs he was making for the group, but he showed her some songs he was making for himself. Chan loved her reactions; her eyes seemed to shine whenever she was listening to something he made, and a smile never left her face.

Thinking about that made him smile too, but that smile slipped from his face almost instantly. The traffic wasn’t that great that morning, and even though the drive to the cafe was short, some idiot almost caused an accident by running a red light, which was just what he needed. There was a lot of honking and some cursing around him, but thankfully no one got hurt.

The boy gripped hard on the steering wheel — hard enough to make his knuckles white. That was a fucking ton of stress for someone who barely slept and was awake for little more than an hour. He took a deep breath and kept driving, and soon enough he was at the cafe.

Chan parked his car close to the place, took another deep breath and left the car. He tried to control his facial expressions so that his stress wouldn’t be that obvious, then he went inside. The place was empty, even more than usual, so he just approached the counter and greeted the girls. Both of them greeted him back and the one who was in charge of taking the orders asked him if he wanted the usual.

“Uh, actually, I have a meeting soon, so I can’t stay today.” He explained with a sorry smile. “Can you make my usual but to go?”

“Of course! That’s not a problem.” She answered with excitement. He didn’t have a clue about how she had so much energy that early in the morning. “A hot chocolate and a chocolate muffin to go coming right up.”

He paid for the order, thanked her and took a few steps to the side to wait for his food. Usually Y/N started to work on his order right after Chan confirmed he wanted the same as usual, but today she took a good look at him first. The boy felt he was doing a good job at hiding how stressed he was, but for some reason, she seemed to be able to read him like a book.

The moment didn’t last much, and soon the girl started to make his drink. He kept himself busy with his phone while she was working, and after a couple minutes she put his cup and a brown bag in front of him.

“Have a good day.” Y/N's soft voice warmed him. She looked like she wanted to say more, and he thought he could see worry in her pretty eyes, but a new customer entered at that moment and her attention flew to them.

“Thank you, Y/N.” A shy smile took over his face and she gave him one of her own. That warmed his heart even more and he felt the stress starting to fade.

Chan took his drink and muffin, said goodbye to them and left the cafe. He wished he could have stayed there at least a little bit, but the meeting was going to start in less than an hour and he still wanted to search for his contact lens before it.

After he got back inside the car, he put the bag on the passenger seat and took a sip of the hot chocolate. While he was putting the cup on the cup holder, he noticed black ink on the white part of the cup. With a closer look, he noticed there was a message written there.

“Your smile brightens my day =)”

His face burned as a blush took over his cheeks. The calligraphy was pretty and cheerful, just like Y/N, and just like that, with that sweet little message, he felt the ugly burning of stress disappear.

The day may have started badly, especially after bad night of sleep, but one trip to his favorite cafe to — if he was being honest — see one of his favorite people was enough to make Chan feel like he could conquer the whole world.

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