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Coffee is an essential part of any workplace, fueling productivity and enhancing employee satisfaction. Investing in Fully Automatic Coffee Machines can transform your office into a more efficient and enjoyable environment. These machines offer convenience, consistency, and quality, making them ideal for busy workplaces. Here’s why they are the perfect fit for offices.

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1. Convenience with Fully Automatic Coffee Machines

Modern workplaces demand efficiency, and Fully Automatic Coffee Machines are designed to deliver just that. With their user-friendly interfaces and one-touch coffee makers, they allow employees to prepare their favorite beverages in seconds.

These machines eliminate the need for complex brewing methods, making them accessible even to those with no barista skills. Whether it’s espresso, cappuccino, or latte, a single button delivers professional-quality coffee every time. For businesses in Kenya, this ease of use reduces downtime and keeps employees focused on their tasks.

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Consistency is crucial in delivering excellent coffee, and Fully Automatic Coffee Machines excel in this area. Using advanced coffee brewing systems, these machines ensure precise measurements of water, coffee, and milk, resulting in a perfect cup every time.

They come equipped with grinders, milk frothers, and temperature controls, providing consistent quality across all beverages. Offices that rely on fully automated espresso machines can offer employees and visitors café-quality coffee without the hassle of manual preparation.

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One of the biggest advantages of Fully Automatic Coffee Machines is their versatility. They support a variety of coffee types, catering to different preferences within the workplace. From espressos to cappuccinos, these machines are designed to handle diverse coffee styles effortlessly.

High-tech coffee machines for home and office often include customization features, allowing users to adjust strength, temperature, and milk froth levels. This versatility ensures that every employee gets their preferred coffee style without additional effort.

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While the initial investment in Fully Automatic Coffee Machines might seem high, their long-term benefits outweigh the cost. These machines reduce the need for frequent trips to coffee shops, saving both time and money.

With their all-in-one functionality, including built-in grinders and milk frothers, businesses can avoid purchasing separate equipment. This feature is particularly useful for workplaces looking for all-in-one coffee preparation devices that streamline operations and minimize maintenance.

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Modern Fully Automatic Coffee Machines come with self-cleaning features, making maintenance hassle-free. Regular cleaning cycles ensure hygiene and machine longevity, reducing the risk of breakdowns.

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Employees are more likely to feel valued when their workplace prioritizes their comfort and satisfaction. Investing in Fully Automatic Coffee Machines reflects this commitment, leading to higher job satisfaction and improved performance.

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[binch-i-might-be]

huh. I was today years old when I found out that apparently the standard coffee in america is super weak?

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Burn with me.

Notes: Firefighter!James Potter x Nurse!Reader. This is the most self insert I have ever done. Written for the first week of the Festival of AUs by @acourtofchaos. "Subtle" flirting.

WC: 2.7k

CW: Descriptions of injuries, kinda.

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It was a remarkably calm day in the ER—one of those you quietly thank the universe for. The monitors beeped in a steady rhythm, the hallways were clean and quiet, and the coffee machine hadn’t broken down—yet. No one was screaming. No one was crying. No one was bleeding. In short: a glorious anomaly.

You even allowed yourself to sit for a few minutes, go over medical charts, and joke around with your coworkers. But deep down, you felt it. You knew this was just a dangerous truce. Deep down, everyone in the hospital knew the same: after the calm always comes the storm.

And you were right. Because at exactly 3:42 PM, the automatic doors burst open, and with them, chaos entered. The sound of an ambulance. Then another. And another. The screech of rushing wheels, voices drowned in urgency, and that unmistakable smell of smoke rushed into your nostrils, burning more than just the air.

Three stretchers. Two unconscious adults, a crying child with eyes full of ash and fear. Your hands were already moving before your mind could fully process it—guiding one of the paramedics, calling for supplies, checking vital signs. And still, among the chaos, one constant: him.

A firefighter in a soot-covered uniform came in nearly alongside the stretchers, covered to the eyebrows, but his gaze steady. James Potter. You knew him well—more than you'd like to admit. By now it almost seemed like a habit to see him in the hospital at least once a week, whether for minor injuries, burns, or some other bump from a rescue gone out of control.

“Beds two and three for the adults, room one for the kid!” you shouted within seconds, as the team began moving the patients. “And I don’t want this firefighter here for another endless shift, understood?” you added teasingly, barely glancing his way as you organized the beds.

James looked at you with that slight grin—that confident, ever-present smile, even in critical moments.

“Coming through!” he replied, trying not to make more noise than necessary as he walked toward you, hiding just how exhausted he really was. “Didn’t miss me at all, huh?”

“You’re shameless.” You turned a little, avoiding letting your face light up too much from seeing those dark eyes meeting yours. “You really think I’m used to seeing you walk in here injured every week?”

James let out a soft laugh, though there was a bit of tension in his voice.

“Who else would worry about me if not you?” he added jokingly.

At that moment, one of the paramedics came up to you, cutting the conversation short.

“The arm wound isn’t serious, but...” the paramedic said, pointing out a superficial burn. “It should still be looked at right away.”

You turned to look at James, who had already started taking off his gear with that same absurd calm he always showed. You knew he was used to danger, but there was something about him—something in that constant familiarity between the two of you—that made you feel the danger wasn’t only out there, but in every single moment your paths crossed.

“Sit,” you said firmly, pointing at one of the nearby chairs.

James raised his hands in an exaggerated gesture of surrender, but not without adding, “If you give me a spot on a bed, I promise not to cause you any more trouble.”

“That’s what you said last time, Potter,” you replied as you pulled out supplies to clean the wound. “And the time before that. And the one before that.”

James shrugged. He watched you with a mix of amusement and exhaustion, his dark hair clinging to his forehead from sweat and heat, his eyes still bright despite everything. You gently placed the stethoscope on his chest, just below the collar of his scorched uniform. His skin was still hot—probably from the smoke and exertion—but what worried you more was his heart rate. Too fast.

“Scale from one to ten?” you asked, slipping on your gloves and grabbing the saline to clean the area.

“Pain or how much I wanted to see you?” he replied, tilting his head with a crooked smile.

“Pain, Potter.” You wiped the wound a little harder than necessary, and he let out a small grunt.

“You’re enjoying this,” he murmured, half a smirk curling at the edge of his lips despite the sting.

“Immensely,” you replied without missing a beat, reaching for a new piece of gauze. “It’s the highlight of my shift, really—causing minor suffering to cocky firefighters.”

He laughed under his breath, the sound low and warm, but it tapered into a quiet sigh as he looked at you.

“I might like it here. The views are pretty nice.”

“The fluorescent lights? The blood?” you returned without looking up, but your tone held a hidden smile.

“Not exactly. More like you—with that annoyed expression you give me every time I show up. Makes me feel… special.”

James fell quiet for a few seconds, watching you work. You could feel his gaze, like he was trying to memorize every movement.

“You know,” he finally said in a lower voice, “I think I’ve got a special talent for ending up in your hands.”

You let out a sigh. Not from annoyance—resignation. He always had something to say. Always found the exact moment to disarm you. “Are you putting yourself at risk just to end up here so I’ll patch you up? Because if so, you might want to get that checked out,” you said without looking at him.

James smiled. Sometimes you wondered if he used that smile on everyone, or if it only softened that much when it was meant for you.

“I swear I’m not doing it on purpose. But if every time something happens, I end up seeing you... I won’t complain.”

You stayed quiet for a moment, gently cleaning the burn on his forearm. He clenched his jaw but didn’t complain. He just kept looking at you, as if pain became background noise when you were near.

“Have you eaten anything today?” you asked, mentally checking through his stats.

“Had a coffee at six this morning. That counts, right?”

“Sure, and if you die, we’ll put an espresso pod on your headstone.” You sighed. “You need more than caffeine and a good attitude to survive what you do.”

James adjusted his seat and let out a breath. His brows were smudged with ash, and he had a small cut on his forehead he hadn’t even noticed yet. His eyes wandered the room, as if confirming everyone else was being taken care of.

“The kid?” he asked suddenly, his tone shifting to serious in an instant.

You paused for a second before answering.

“Stable. Breathing’s steady, second-degree burns. They’re stabilizing him.” Your fingers touched his arm gently. “Good job.”

As you finished dressing the burn on his forearm, you noticed a slight tremor in his left hand. He noticed it too.

“How long were you inside the fire this time?” you asked quietly, without sarcasm.

James took a second to answer.

“Seven minutes, give or take. The kid was trapped. I couldn’t leave him.”

You nodded. You knew he was that kind of person—the kind who ran into the fire without thinking of himself.

“James, how many lives do you think you’ve got left? Because it looks like you’re burning through all of them in a month.”

He didn’t answer right away. His eyes dropped slightly, and for a moment, the smile disappeared. What replaced it was a flicker of sincerity he rarely showed.

“I just make sure it’s worth it every time I run into the flames.”

And then someone called your name from the back of the ER. Another emergency. Another patient. You looked at James one last time before removing your gloves and walking away.

“You’re going straight to observation for one hour. And don’t even think about sneaking out this time.”

“Can I have a personal nurse? I’ve got a favorite, you know.”

You didn’t answer. Just turned on your heel and walked away. But even as you left, you could feel his eyes following you all the way.

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The clock read 8:03 PM, and your feet hurt as if you'd spent days walking barefoot on burning concrete. The shift had been long—full of stitches, arguments with exhausted interns, and a patient who wouldn’t stop yelling that she’d rather have her cat as a doctor.

You crossed the hospital lobby with your earbuds halfway in, your hair half up, and your scrubs wrinkled. Outside, it was already dark, stars shining above, and you could feel that crisp autumn breeze.

Leaning against one of the columns by the entrance, hands behind his back and—for once—not wearing that damned uniform that felt like a second skin. This time he wore a simple gray t-shirt, jeans, and a jacket you recognized—probably the one he’d left behind the last time you treated him.

But it wasn’t the outfit that made you stop on tracks.

It was the bouquet of flowers in his hands.

“What… are you doing here?” you asked, crossing your arms and trying to sound indifferent, though you knew perfectly well the warmth rising in your cheeks was giving you away.

James smiled. Not the usual cocky grin. Not the one he used to deflect pain or fear. This one was softer. More real.

“Before you say anything,” he began, “this isn’t a trick to get you to patch me up.”

James looked down at the bouquet and held it out to you, this time without a joke. His eyes were more serious, though they still had that spark that always made him look like he was about to say something impulsive.

“I didn’t get burned. Didn’t fall. I just thought I could see you when you weren’t in the middle of chaos.”

You took the flowers, saying nothing at first. You brought them to your nose, partly to hide the smile pulling at your lips.

“You’re not just here for the flowers,” you finally said—not as a question.

James nodded, lowering his gaze for a moment before meeting yours again.

“I’m here because the other day I realized I don’t like watching you walk away without knowing anything about you. Every time I see you, it’s in the middle of chaos. Blood, smoke, and screams. I want to talk to you when I’m not injured, when I’m not covered in ash, when you’re not exhausted and about to collapse. I want... something outside of all that.”

Your chest tightened a little. You didn’t know if it was from the surprise, the genuine tone in his voice, or because, deep down, you’d wanted exactly that more times than you could count.

“And what is it you want, James?” you asked, no sugarcoating.

He took a step toward you, cautiously, like he was afraid you might vanish.

“I want to take you out for a drink. I want to hear about your life without a stethoscope hanging from your neck. I want you to look at me without having to worry about a burn on my arm. I want to know if what I feel isn’t just the result of too much adrenaline.”

You stayed silent, eyes on the bouquet, his hands, his face. How vulnerable he looked. How real it all suddenly was.

Something inside you gave in. You didn’t know if it was the built-up exhaustion, the way he looked at you like you were the center of something that had finally found peace, or if you were just tired of pretending you didn’t feel the same. But you took a step forward.

Just one.

“You’re shaking,” you murmured, noticing how his fingers were toying with the edge of his shirt.

“I’m nervous,” he admitted without hesitation.

That answer disarmed you a little more. Him—the guy who ran into burning buildings without blinking—nervous to stand in front of you.

Finally, he raised a hand toward you, unsure if he should touch you, but unable to help himself. He stepped a little closer.

“Do you want me to take you home?” he asked, his voice soft, almost shy. Not the usual cocky confidence. Just an invitation. Nothing more.

The bouquet in your hands felt like an unspoken promise. A promise of something simple, something outside the chaos, outside the endless routine of hospitals, fires, and injuries. Just two people, a quiet night, and the possibility of something new.

“Yes,” was all you said, without thinking too hard.

He smiled in relief, almost like he hadn’t been sure of your answer. And in that moment, all that was left between the two of you was a quiet, expectant silence.

As you walked to his car, James kept sneaking glances at you, like he was trying to figure out if you really meant what you said, or if it was just the exhaustion clouding your judgment.

You noticed. The way he pretended to look straight ahead, but his eyes drifted back to you every few steps. Like he couldn’t help it. Like he didn’t want to miss another second of you.

“Stop looking at me like that,” you murmured without looking at him—not annoyed, just with that half-smile he seemed to enjoy too much.

“Like what?” he asked in a low voice.

“Like you’re afraid I’ll disappear.”

“It’s just… I’m not sure this isn’t a dream,” he replied without missing a beat.

The honesty caught you off guard. You didn’t know whether to laugh or stop walking and look at him. But you kept walking. Slower. More aware. The shift’s exhaustion still weighed on your bones, but your chest felt light.

When you got to his car, he ran ahead to open the passenger door for you. It wasn’t some over-the-top gesture—it was natural. Not to impress you. Just because he wanted to take care of you.

The silence in the car wasn’t uncomfortable. It was gentle, filled with small gestures. Like when he turned the music down the second the engine started, or when he glanced over to check if you’d fastened your seatbelt before driving off.

“You know what’s funny?” he asked after a few blocks.

“I doubt we share a sense of humor but go ahead.”

“I’ve thought about this. Seeing you without everything that surrounds you in there.”

You looked at him. And for the first time, you saw him without everything that surrounded him too. Without the smoke, without the tension of emergencies. Just a man who’d been too close to the fire, too many times, and still searched for warmth.

“And now that you have... what’s next?”

James smiled without looking, one hand relaxed on the wheel, the other playing with his keys.

“Now, I take you home. Let you rest. I don’t want to steal a second more of what little time you have for yourself.”

“I wouldn’t mind if you did,” you said softly. You didn’t even know why you said it. Maybe it was exhaustion. Or maybe it was the truth slipping out on its own.

He eased the car to a stop in front of your building. He didn’t rush to speak. He turned off the engine. Turned to you.

“Then I’ll stay. In the car, if you want. In silence. Outside. Inside. Wherever you let me be. But only if you let me.”

And there it was again. That part of him he never showed when everything was on fire. The part that looked at you like you were the one thing he couldn’t afford to lose.

You took a breath. Look down at the flowers in your lap. And smiled, lips closed, eyes more tired than ever—but alive. So alive.

“Are you hungry?”

James raised an eyebrow, holding back a smile.

“Starving. But only if you cook.”

“Perfect. Tonight’s menu is cereal and frozen pizza. You get to choose. Just know I’ll be judging you based on what you pick.”

He got out with a soft laugh and rounded the car to open your door. He held out his hand like this was another rescue. But he wasn’t there to pull you out of the fire, this time he was trying to step into something quieter with you. Something that burned slow, but steady.

[ultramarinaa]

My friends at the office staring at me when I say “idk I’m just feel a little uneasy today?”

After they witnessed me drink 3 cappuccinos, 3 espressos, 2 energy drinks and one black coffee

Giving me access to employees kitchen with fully automatic coffee machine was a mistake…

[vbartilucci]

Does anybody know what brand coffee maker Shu brought to SKIP headquarters?

I'm assuming it's a ridiculously expensive one.

Probably orders its own beans online.

EDIT - I found it.

The DELONGHI AUTENTICA Compact Fully Automatic Coffee Machine ETAM29510B

Fifteen hundred goddamn dollars.

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"Like clouds kissed by the sun, some people leave behind a color you can’t name."

✧ moon junhui x f!oc ✧ kwon hoshi x f!oc ✧ summary: She came to Seoul to escape—what she found instead was him. Jun, unreadable and magnetic. Hoshi, warm but just out of reach. As feelings blur and moments slip by, Min Ah realizes not everything beautiful is meant to last. Some storms come softly. Some leave a mess behind. ✧ word count: approx.3k ✧ tags: emotional angst, fleeting connection, unresolved tension, office romance, love triangle, slow burn, banter, eventual smut ✧ warnings: one-night stand, heartbreak themes, drinking, suggestive scenes, alcohol use, suggestive content, emotional pining, sexual scenes

Chapter 1

There was a particular stillness that accompanied early mornings in Seoul—a hush that lingered just before the city stirred fully awake. It was not silence in the literal sense, but rather an atmospheric pause, like the breath the world takes before a crescendo. The quiet clung to the sidewalks and shimmered faintly off the glass facades like fog just beginning to lift, as Song Min Ah stepped closer after her long subway ride.

Her heels tapped briskly against the smooth, pale stone of The Parc's drop-off area, the polished entrance of one of Seoul’s most prestigious and architecturally renowned office towers. The name alone carried weight. The Parc wasn’t just another high-rise—it was an ecosystem of ambition, a curated monument to contemporary excellence that housed some of the city's most elite firms.

Min Ah paused for a moment on the sidewalk, not out of hesitation, but something closer to reverence. The building towered above her, all glass and clean lines, its mirrored facade catching the tentative morning light and casting long streaks of silver and diluted gold onto the pavement. It resembled a sculpture more than an office—too flawless to seem functional, too pristine to belong to the messy reality of a workday.

The automatic doors whooshed open with a smooth whisper, revealing a lobby that was practically humming with corporate efficiency. Inside, marble tiles gleamed under the recessed lighting, and the air smelled like freshly brewed espresso and eucalyptus diffusers. The temperature was perfectly controlled, and the space echoed with the hushed cadence of leather soles, rolling luggage, and quiet confidence. People moved with practiced grace—suits tailored, lanyards swinging, coffee cups in hand—each one a cog in a gleaming machine.

Min Ah, however, stood in place.

Not because she felt unprepared—far from it. She was always prepared. Her outfit had been curated with precision: a cream-colored silk blouse tucked neatly into tailored navy trousers, the kind of ensemble that looked effortless but took considerable calculation. Her dark hair fell in soft waves around her shoulders, her lips glossed with the perfect shade of coral. She looked like someone accustomed to boardrooms and briefings.

But the polished confidence of appearance doesn’t always translate to internal composure—especially on the first day at a new job, in a new city.

Where was the access to the 10th floor again?

She pulled out her phone and scrolled through her onboarding email. It read: "Welcome to Artois. 10F." Short. Direct. Unhelpful. In front of her were six different elevator banks, each with their own minimalist touchscreens and lettered signage that looked more like modern art than wayfinding.

Min Ah glanced around, trying not to look as lost as she felt. People streamed past her—purposeful, focused, oblivious to her quiet confusion.

“Are you lost?”

The voice was warm. Gentle. Tinged with mild amusement.

She turned.

A man stood nearby, tall and well put-together in a charcoal-gray suit with barely-there pinstripes. His black hair was parted cleanly, his complexion smooth and pale under the lights. His features were symmetrical in a way that didn’t scream for attention but held it all the same—understated elegance. A face you didn’t forget.

Their eyes met. His gaze was calm, direct, but not invasive.

Min Ah blinked. “A little. It’s my first day,” she admitted, holding up her employee lanyard like a student flashing an ID card at a strict hall monitor.

He smiled, small but sincere. “Welcome to the jungle.”

She laughed, tension easing slightly. “Thanks. I was starting to think I’d walked into a luxury airport.”

“Artois?” he asked, already gesturing toward her lanyard, then to one of the further elevator banks. “You want the D elevators. These ones only go up to legal, HR, and mezzanine. I made that mistake for a week when I started.”

She followed his motion, spotting the small metallic letters on the wall: "D – Floors 8 to 17."

“God. I would’ve circled this place forever pretending I had somewhere to be.”

That made him laugh—an honest, low chuckle. “You’re not alone. First few days here feel like playing a very expensive game of hide and seek.”

“I haven’t even made it to my floor yet. If I quit before lunch, at least I’ll know where the exit is.”

He grinned again, softer this time. His silence felt companionable, not awkward. He shifted slightly as a group of suited professionals passed between them.

A subtle chime echoed through the lobby. Her elevator.

Min Ah turned halfway, then hesitated. “Thanks… uh—”

But the man was already walking away, his figure melting into the current of moving bodies. He didn’t look back.

Of course he didn’t give his name.

Of course he looked like that.

Min Ah exhaled, part sigh, part laugh. This building probably housed entire floors of men like him.

She tightened her grip on her tote and adjusted her posture. Today was about first impressions, about holding her own. A new job, a new city, a new chapter.

The elevator doors slid shut with a practiced hum.

Numbers ticked upward.

Game on.

—

The tenth floor of The Parc smelled like ink and fresh paper, and the sharp aroma of roasted coffee wafting from somewhere unseen. Compared to the polished elegance of the lobby below, this floor buzzed with more color and life, an intentional deviation from the building's otherwise minimalist ethos. Warm light spilled through oversized windows, catching on the brushed brass accents of the Artois office signage.

Song Min Ah stepped out of the elevator with a breath half-held in her chest.

Here we go.

The entrance to Artois Digital was flanked by floor-to-ceiling glass panels, frosted in an elegant gradient that faded into the company’s name, written in clean serif type. Through the clear parts of the glass, she could already see the pulse of the office—movement, chatter, someone rolling a chair from one side of a desk to another.

Min Ah pushed the door open and stepped in.

"Hi! You must be the new designer!"

A blur of shoulder length strawberry blonde hair and a forest green hoodie zipped into view. The girl looked young—Gen Z energy, maybe early twenties—with expressive eyes and a mouth already half-curved in a smile.

"I'm Kwon Eunji, copywriter-slash-multitasker-slash-HR’s worst nightmare. Come on, I’ll take you to meet the gang."

Min Ah blinked at the speed of her words, then laughed. "Min Ah. Song Min Ah. Nice to meet you."

Eunji turned on her heel. "Our team’s chaos incarnate but in a sexy, organized way. You'll fit right in."

They wove through rows of open desks—some decked out with colorful sticky notes and figurines, others clinically sparse. It was a visual buffet of creative personalities. At the far end of the room, a burst of loud laughter rang out, followed by a voice booming, "Yah, Dahyun! You owe me banana milk!"

Eunji rolled her eyes playfully. "And that would be Hoshi. Our team lead-slash-human golden retriever. You’ll know what I mean."

Min Ah followed her gaze. A man in a bright yellow button-down, sleeves rolled to his elbows, was animatedly waving a highlighter in the air like a mic. Blond hair (clearly bleached and unapologetic) flopped with every dramatic gesture. It's giving Naruto, Min Ah said to herself.

Next to him, a woman in cargos and a plain black hoodie—hood up—sat with arms crossed, smirking quietly. "That’s Dahyun—social media. Quiet but lethal. Don’t be fooled."

Eunji led Min Ah into the center of the group like she was introducing a new roommate to a shared house.

"Guys! Meet Min Ah, our new visual branding specialist. Former freelancer, first day, extremely well-dressed, definitely about to judge our typography."

Min Ah gave a polite bow, followed by a small smile. "Nice to meet you all. And only if your fonts are really bad."

Hoshi lit up. "Designer? And sarcastic? I’m sold. I’m Hoshi, captain of this sometimes-functional ship. Let me know if you need anything—printer jam therapy, coffee runs, someone to dramatically read your emails aloud."

"He’s not kidding," Dahyun murmured from behind her coffee cup.

"I also sing," Hoshi added, proudly. "Sometimes in tune."

Eunji leaned closer to Min Ah and whispered, "He was in a college dance crew. Thinks he’s still in it."

Min Ah grinned, warmth flooding her limbs. This was going to be manageable—fun, even. These people weren’t intimidating; they were ridiculous. In a good way.

Before anyone could launch into further chaos, a new voice cut through.

"Is this our new branding girl?"

A man with slightly mismatched round glasses and slicked-back hair appeared from the far side of the office. His blazer had elbow patches and his smile had agenda.

"Manager Kim," Eunji whispered. "Will try to marry you off in six months."

"Manager Kim," Min Ah greeted politely.

"Ah, such good posture! Already a professional. Welcome. Don’t let Hoshi distract you too much."

"Excuse me, I’m an excellent mentor," Hoshi protested.

"He once made a mood board using memes," Dahyun said.

"It worked."

Min Ah bit back a laugh. This was going to be an interesting ride.

—

Just as Min Ah was starting to settle into her desk—clicking through her work email and admiring how fast the office Wi-Fi was—a loud voice cut through the hum of the floor.

“Lunch o’clock, people!”

She looked up to see a tall man with a square jaw and a grin too wide to be professional leaning into their section from the finance department side.

“Dokyeom,” Hoshi groaned, already reaching for his wallet. “You can’t just yell that across departments.”

“I just did,” Dokyeom shot back proudly, pointing finger guns at him. “New girl! You coming too?”

Min Ah blinked. “Me?”

“Of course. It’s your first day. You haven’t experienced The Parc’s lower ground culinary heaven yet.”

“She hasn’t even seen the escalator,” Eunji added dramatically.

“Criminal,” said Dahyun, already standing up and tying her hoodie sleeves around her waist.

“Let’s go, then,” Hoshi grinned, tossing a look at Min Ah. “You hungry?”

“Starving,” she admitted, gathering her things.

And just like that, they headed out as a group, laughter trailing behind them as they made their way to the elevators, ready to introduce Min Ah to one of The Parc’s most iconic perks.

"I'll see you guys there then, gotta run for the best table with the best view!" Dokyeom's voice faded as he ran outside the elevator as it opened, followed by Eunji.

The lower ground food center of The Parc was a marvel in itself—an architectural oasis tucked beneath the towering structure. Unlike the sterile cafeterias of lesser office buildings, this one was a curated blend of modern design and lush landscaping. An open-air courtyard took center stage, ringed by a collection of boutique food tenants, each offering gourmet lunch options with menus that rotated weekly. There were glass canopies for shade, small fountains that murmured gently near seating clusters, and greenery carefully arranged to make you forget you were underground at all.

It was nearly noon when Min Ah followed Hoshi down the sleek escalator, her eyes wide with amazement.

“This place is insane,” she murmured.

“Right?” Hoshi grinned. “Even people from other buildings come here to eat. I heard someone saw a K-drama actor here last week.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah. But I’m ninety percent sure it was just Dokyeom in sunglasses.”

As if summoned, Dokyeom waved them over from a shaded table he managed to get by running earlier, where the rest of the Artois marketing team was already gathered. Eunji was unwrapping her gimbap, Dahyun had two trays—one with salad, the other with fries—and Manager Kim was balancing a tray with three small dishes, two drinks, and a dessert cup that looked far too pretty for a man in mismatched glasses.

“Min Ah! We saved you a seat,” Manager Kim said cheerfully. “Behold, the heart of our kingdom.”

“It’s like a food court crossed with a botanical garden,” Min Ah said, settling into the chair beside Dahyun.

“Exactly,” Dahyun replied, offering her a fry. “We come here every day unless there’s a crisis upstairs. Or rain. Rain ruins the ambiance.”

Eunji leaned forward, lowering her voice conspiratorially. “So. First impressions?”

“Of the job?”

“No,” Eunji smirked. “Of the boys.”

Min Ah blinked. “What boys?”

“The Quantix boys,” Dokyeom chimed in, already halfway through his bulgogi bowl. “The finance guys upstairs. Floor 17. They’re like an urban legend.”

“They’re also absurdly good-looking,” Dahyun added, glancing at her salad like it had personally offended her.

“They’re not that hot,” Hoshi argued, though his voice lacked conviction.

“Sure,” said Eunji, grinning. “That’s why you turn into a statue every time they walk past.”

“I do not.”

“You do.”

Min Ah laughed. “Wait, who are they, exactly?”

“Well,” Manager Kim said, tapping his chopsticks thoughtfully, “There’s Mingyu, the tall one who smiles like he knows your secrets. Jeonghan, who somehow looks like he’s constantly judging you but politely. Wonwoo, the quiet gamer with glasses. Joshua, the polite one — though none of us actually know him personally. He just exudes politeness like a human greeting card.”

Min Ah blinked, processing every information.

“And then,” Dokyeom continued, “There’s Jun.”

Everyone fell quiet for a moment.

“Jun?” Min Ah asked.

“Tall, ridiculously handsome, kind of mysterious,” Dahyun explained.

“Also,” Manager Kim said, “he has the weirdest coffee order in the entire building. An iced Americano, three ice cubes, oat milk foam, cinnamon dusting, and no lid. Nobody even knows how that works, but the barista just does it now without blinking.”

“That sounds... oddly specific,” Min Ah said.

“We call it the Jun Special,” Eunji said.

"How do you guys even know?" Min Ah tilted her head, continuing.

"Hoshi right here might heard something from one of his friends all over this place," Dahyun shrugs, followed by Hoshi's grin, "I might," he added.

Just then, a noticeable shift passed through the courtyard. Heads subtly turned. The air seemed to tighten with attention.

Dokyeom’s eyes widened. “Speak of the devil.”

The Quantix team emerged from the far end of the food center like something out of a commercial. They’re in well-fitted button-down shirts in shades of cream, blue, and sage, sleeves rolled up with the kind of casual precision that could only come from routine. Slacks hung perfectly on their lean frames, and each stride exuded a kind of effortless cool. The sunlight caught in their hair at just the right angles as they moved together, easy and unbothered.

Mingyu was laughing at something Wonwoo had said, Jeonghan trailed behind looking vaguely amused, and Joshua nodded a polite greeting as their eyes swept across the courtyard. It was then that Min Ah blinked, recognizing Joshua’s face—he was the one who had helped her this morning. The polite stranger with the kind voice. She felt a ripple of something strange, almost like a glitch in her otherwise smooth first day.

But her gaze didn’t stop there.

Min Ah turned instinctively—and there he was.

Jun.

He wasn’t smiling, but his eyes scanned the courtyard with quiet awareness. The same calm, looked put-together under the sunlight, his navy jacket slung over one arm, revealing strong forearms and a rolled-up sleeve that had no right to look that good. She watched him a little too long, longer than she meant to, until Dahyun nudged her subtly under the table.

“Caught you,” she whispered with a grin.

“Who’s the one with the expensive-looking bones?” Min Ah asked casually, trying not to seem fazed.

“That’s Jun,” Dahyun replied. “And yes. He does look like he was designed in a lab.”

Eunji leaned in, voice low and excited. “There’s rumors about their team too. Like, real ones. You know the boss of Quantix? No one knows what he actually does.”

“You mean Seungcheol?” Hoshi asked.

“Yeah, him. I’ve never seen him, but I felt him once. Like his aura entered the elevator before he did.”

“He’s probably the CEO or something,” Manager Kim said, shrugging.

“Nah, he’s too buff for that. I think he’s secretly a bodyguard,” Dahyun said, munching a fry.

“And Jeonghan,” Dokyeom added. “Legend says he once submitted a formal WFH request for three months straight. Just because he didn’t want to come in.”

“That’s a myth,” Hoshi snorted.

“Is it, though?” Dokyeom grinned. “Is it?”

“Okay, fine,” Hoshi muttered. “They’re that hot.”

—

Just as the afternoon light slanted softly through the wide windows, Min Ah sat at her desk, still acclimating to the hum and rhythm of her new workplace. Her gaze lingered on the neat rows of colleagues across the room, the energy quietly building as the afternoon wore on. Though she was a fresh face in this vibrant office, she felt a curious pull towards the subtle social currents swirling just beneath the surface.

Hoshi leaned casually against the edge of her desk, the corners of his lips curving into a familiar, effortless smile that somehow managed to convey both mischief and warmth. Ever since she stepped into Artois, Hoshi had quietly harbored a crush on her—yet he played it cool, expertly balancing his natural charm with a casual distance that left Min Ah completely unaware. His bright eyes sparkled with teasing energy as he spoke, voice low but lively.

“So, Min Ah, what do you think of the place so far? The work, the people, the whole vibe?”

She returned his smile, warmth blooming in her chest despite the flutter of nerves. “It’s been... honestly, a lot to take in. But everyone’s been so welcoming. You all really make it feel like a team.”

Hoshi chuckled softly, crossing his arms but leaning in just enough to break the professional barrier. “We pride ourselves on that. Plus, we tend to keep things lively—no dull moments, I promise.”

Their banter was light, easy—just the kind of interaction that made Min Ah feel less like the outsider and more like someone who might belong here. As she settled further into her chair, she noticed how Hoshi’s eyes flicked to her with a rare, unguarded intensity before masking it again behind his trademark grin.

Meanwhile, the office buzzed with the usual chatter, punctuated by the sharp clicks of keyboards and the occasional ring of phones. Manager Kim was making his rounds, his mismatched glasses perched crookedly on his nose as he stopped by various desks to drop a joke or a quick update. Eunji, ever blunt and playful, was typing rapidly nearby, glancing up occasionally to exchange knowing looks with Dahyun, whose quiet humor always broke through in perfectly timed comments.

As the afternoon waned, Min Ah found herself drawn into the web of office life in ways she hadn’t expected. The complex blend of professional ambition, casual camaraderie, and undercurrents of attraction created a vibrant backdrop that promised both challenge and excitement in equal measure. And through it all, Hoshi remained a constant, a playful presence weaving in and out of her day with subtle, undeniable interest.

—

Min Ah unlocked the door to her apartment and stepped into the quiet. The soft click of her heels against the floor echoed faintly as she slipped them off and padded into the kitchen, the city lights outside painting pale stripes across her walls.

She poured herself a glass of water and leaned against the counter, exhaling slowly. Her first day at Artois had been a blur of names, faces, laughter, and more stories than she could process all at once. The team was loud, chaotic, and strangely comforting. It felt... promising.

She thought back to the courtyard. To the laughter. To that brief second when her eyes had caught his—no, when she looked at him a little too long. Jun.

She shook her head, smiling to herself as she padded toward her bed.

“Get a grip, Song Min Ah,” she whispered, pulling the covers up.

And with that, the city hummed on outside her window, and her first day in Seoul faded into dreams.

—

MY NEWEST SERIES!!!! I've been obsessing about Jun and Hoshi lately because DAMN they're super handsome................ So here's a series based on them! (Also most probably based on their part on Thunder, the second chorus HEHE). Hope u like it!!!! And see u sooooon <3

[itsagrimm]

How the 141 + König wake up

Price: alarm clock rings once. He gets up and makes coffee for himself and the Misses if she has to get up too for work. Will do some light stretches while walking through the house in pjs in the dawn of the day. Gaz: hits snooze once for him to roll over and scroll a bit through social media. Will get up afterwards and leave for a workout. Cold shower and coffee from his personal fully automatic coffee machine. Soap: alarm at 6:23. alarm at 6:30. alarm at 6:34. alarm at 6:41. alarm at 6:56. alarm at 7:00. Gets up. Eats a toast half asleep only to then realise he is late and will finish the rest of his mandatory morning routine in -10 s to not run late. Will listen to very loud music on his commute. Ghost: tends to wakes up before his alarm. coffee and a smoke. if there is a dog in the Riley household he will go for a walk with it and watch the sun rise. König: has one of those fancy sun light alarm clocks to wake up mOrE nAtUrAlLy. However, the buttons on this thing are really small and he keeps not hitting it correctly, leading to him waking up lowkey annoyed.

[dipaccicoffeecompany]

Buy automatic coffee machine from di pacci coffee company

[miracleflash]

Random Astarlan HCs

- They're t4t

- Arlan has seen Asta's apartment plenty of times. It's the same size as the rest of the researchers', but she kept all the fancy gadgets that she enjoyed in the past. Arlan doesn't fully understand how her slipper cleaning machine or automatic clothes folder works, but he loves and supports her

- In contrast, Arlan's apartment is pretty minimalist. Keys and hand sanitizer in a box by the door, only a rice cooker, stove and fridge to his name, etc. The only decorations he has are those that other people gave him - grateful letters from his staff, framed pictures of him with peppy and asta, etc

- Arlan has a box in his closet filled with increasing amounts of toys that peppy rejects

- Astarlan tried to get peppy one of those super complicated puzzle dog feeders and peppy just pretended not to see it. Arlan (did all the research) was more devastated than Asta (bought the dog bowl)

- Arlan actually cooks a lot, but he believes that his best dish will always be the fried rice that Miss Asta taught him

- Both are often up late at night. Asta goes to bed at a healthy hour, but mind is constantly racing with new ideas for the space station and her research so she keeps getting out of bed, while Arlan takes on too much responsibility and keeps re-checking stuff just in case. It's gotten to the point where Arlan passes Asta working furiously at a computer atound 3am like 'Hey Miss Asta! Wait, MISS ASTA?'

- Both are avid coffee drinkers, but no one knows that Asta is a 'black coffee' girlie (too impatient to wait for better coffee) while Arlan is a 'hazelnut latte' dude.

- Arlan had a lot of tooth infections when he was younger and now he's scared that the acidic black coffee will disintegrate his teeth. Plus it tastes nicer. Asta knows this and specifically programmed the coffee to dispense milk from their homeworld

[florexyy]

𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐔𝐬, 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞 / 𝐍𝐢-𝐊𝐢

𝟒. 𝐂𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐭

Genre: Enemies to lovers, a bit of smau Pairing: ni-ki x fem!reader WC: 950 Warnings(TBU!): profanity, slow burnish,  y/n & riki have an attitude problem, might contain bad grammar and may be illogical sometimes.

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⇝23.08.22⇜

Y/N pulled the café's door open, the jingling of the bell above announcing her arrival. The air inside smelled of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries. It was cozy, a stark contrast to the bustling streets outside. She loosened her scarf around her neck before fully slipping it off, an uneasy feeling building up inside her.

This was it: her first day at her part time job.

The manager, a kind woman named Jisoo, greeted her with a clipboard and a smile. "Welcome, Y/N. Ready to get started?"  Y/N nodded, feigning confidence. "Yes ma'am."

The next few hours were a whirlwind. Jisoo taught her how to use the espresso machine, froth milk to the perfect consistency, and handle the endless orders of chai lattes and cold brews. Y/N fumbled here and there, nearly dropping a tray once, but Jisoo assured her it was all part of the learning process.  ༻꧁✬꧂༺

By the time her training ended, Y/N felt a little steadier on her feet, though the slight ache in her arms from carrying trays and whipping up drinks reminded her this wasnt going to be as easy as she'd thought.

The café grew busier as the evening went on, the hum of conversation blending with the hiss of steam and clatter of mugs. Y/N was wiping down the counter when the bell above the door rang again.

"Welcome!" she called out automatically, glancing up, and froze.

There he was. Riki.

Of course, it had to be Riki.

He walked in with his rude red haired friend from school, his hair a mess of perfectly styled waves. His presence seemed to suck the air out of the room, or maybe that was just Y/N forgetting how to breathe.

Why him? Why here? Why now?

Her fingers tightened around the towel in her hand as she watched them scan the menu board. Did they even see her yet?

Rikis friend- heeseung -nudged him, pointing towards an empty table near the window. They made their way over, laughing about something Y/N couldnt hear, and her stomach twisted.

Fate had a sick sense of humor. Out of all the cafés in the city, he had to walk into this one.

"Y/N?" Jisoos voice snapped her back to reality. "Can you take Table Seven?"

Y/Ns eyes darted to the table in question. Of course, it was their table. She swallowed hard and nodded, grabbing her notepad and trying to calm herself. It wasnt a big deal. She'd just take their order, deliver it, and move on. No awkward encounters.

But as she approached their table, Rikis gaze lifted, locking onto hers.

"You again?" he asked, his lips turning into a frown.

Y/n forced a tight smile. "Good to see you too, Riki."

"Didnt know you worked here," he said, leaning back in his chair. His tone was casual, but there was a glint of mischief in his eyes that made her want to strangle him.

"Just started," she said bluntly, turning to the red head. "What can I get you?"

Heeseung rattled off an order, and Y/N jotted it down quickly, determined not to linger longer than necessary. When she turned to Riki he had a slight smug look plastered on his face.

"Ill take an iced coffee," he said. "Extra ice."

Y/N scribbled it down, biting back a sarcastic comment. She spun on her heel and walked back to the counter, ignoring the way her cheeks burned in anger once again.

By the time she returned with their drinks, her nerves had settled, until Riki said something that made her pause.

"Dont think you'll last here. Youre not exactly.. graceful."

Y/N glared at him. "I am graceful."

Riki raised an eyebrow, as if daring her to prove it.

She placed the iced coffee on the table with a little more force than necessary, causing a few droplets to splash onto it.

"Careful," he teased. "Wouldnt want to make a mess."

That was the last straw.

As Y/N turned to leave, her foot caught on something, her own shoelace?, a chair leg?, she wasn't sure, and she stumbled forward. The tray in her hands tilted shakily, and before she could steady herself, the iced coffee went flying.

The cold splash hit Riki square in the chest, soaking his shirt and dripping onto his lap.

The entire café went silent.

Y/n's eyes widened in horror as she stared at the mess she'd just made. "Oh my god."

Riki stood, holding his soaked shirt away from his body, his expression unreadable. His friend Heeseung tried, and failed, to hide his laugh.

"Really?" Riki said, his voice surprisingly calm.

"It was an accident" Y/N insisted scoffing, though she wasnt entirely sure that was true.

Y/n's face burned with embarrassment. "Ill get some napkins."

As she rushed off to grab them, she could hear Heeseung saying something about "karma" and Riki mumbling something that sounded suspiciously like, "Shes such a klutz"

But as she returned to the counter, she couldnt help but wonder. Why did riki always seem to appear when she least expected it? And why, no matter how much she tried to avoid him, did it feel like they were always meant to encounter one another.

༻꧁✬꧂༺ Later that evening, after the shift had ended, Y/N arrived home, her mind still buzzing with the events of the day. She tossed her bag onto the couch  and flopped down beside it, groaning.  The incident couldnt leave her mind, she was embarrassed, messing up on her first day, in front of everyone, and the fact that it was Riki just added onto it. She was annoyed by the fact, Riki showed up wherever she went, ruining her day, whenever he was close.

⇜Last Part ❀ Next Part⇝

[gyuswhore]

it's been a while since we interacted, so I am just stopping by to ask how you're doing >.<

HELLO omg ive been missing so many asks im sorry for answering so late rip

but Ive been doing good! im on winter break now (finally) and I have pretty packed week ahead of me!! gonna be tiring but im excited too. my bday gift came in yesterday though!!! its a fully automatic coffee machine and ive been tinkering with it all day hehe

other than that, its been lots of fun work for the collab blog and getting back into the flow of writing!!

what about you??? how are you doing?