#barista student

[goldenstudyhour]

1.27.23

work work work work ☕️🍃<3

[starker-sorbet]

Barista Tony flirting with the cute college student that stops by his coffee shop each day

@starkerfestivals Extended AUpril: Coffee Shop card below

[justjams7787]

Coffee shop au!!

[multi-joong]

Introduction Post

Happy weekend everyone. We’ve settled in and now it’s time to have fun~

Fun? Fun? Not all of us get to play around all day

Something about the all black that makes me feel… powerful

I miss the warmth of the sun

A little sweet. A little savory. A lot of imagination

Just because I’m on the other side of the camera doesn’t mean I can’t be cute

Is can it be time for nap time cuddles?

[anachronistic-falsehood]

i do not understand modern vashwood coffee shop aus where wolfwood is the barista. he is not barista material he'd cuss out the first karen to criticize his coffee. that man should be a line cook at a shitty run down restaurant and he smokes weed in the break room and swears at the owner but they can't fire him because he's the best cook they've ever had. actually vash shouldn't be the barista either he can't memorize all the different ways to make beverages and would spill an entire black coffee on wolfwood and wolfwood didn't even order a black coffee he orders decaf, vash would get fired like ten minutes into his first shift

this applies to every version of vashwood btw none of them should be handling hot coffee. put wolfwood in a shitty restaurant that vash frequents bc they make good desserts or put vash in a flower shop that wolfwood goes to often because the kids he babysits like the flowers. they would b terrible baristas

[pinkcadavart]

MC sona ehehehe👻

[onedivinemisfit]

For the OTP/character asks: 1 for Megumi and Torou

1. Who is the better cook?

That would be Torou, in probably any AU she and Megumi feature in. Megumi’s a rich girl, she usually has people to cook for her; Torou has always had to look after herself. Also Obi is so gonna joke about how she claimed HE was the love cook type - look in the mirror gurl

AnS (c) Akizuki Sorata

Art: Me

[goldenraeofsun]

Day 27: Liar

“Name?” Castiel asks without looking up from the plain paper cup in his hands.

“Bruce Wayne.”

Castiel frowns at the unnecessary last name, but dutifully writes down the necessary information. “Large red eye,” he tells Meg as he passes the cup along.

Meg snorts – an odd reaction even for her – but takes it.

“Seriously?” Bruce asks, his expression flabbergasted.

“He wouldn’t know a reference if it zip tied him with a grappling hook,” Meg cuts in. “Unless you want to stand here for the next ten minutes explaining Batman, you’d better get a move on.”

“Thank you, Meg,” Castiel says sourly, catching onto Bruce’s little game. “Is that all, Bruce?”

Lips pressed together like he’s holding in a smile, Bruce hands over a ten dollar bill. “Yep, that’s it.” His eyes flick down to Castiel’s chest where a name tag would be, if this university coffee shop gave a crap about making sure their student baristas complied to a dress code. “What’s your name?”

Castiel purses his lips. “None of your business.”

Bruce whistles. “Cold, man. That’s cold.”

“That’s Clarence for you,” Meg says as she hands over Bruce’s red eye.

“Clarence?” Bruce repeats, grinning from ear to ear.

“A nickname,” Castiel says, shooting down that train of thought before it can ever leave the station. He doesn’t need two people calling him that.

“Hm,” Bruce says, “We’ll see.”

* * *

“Name?”

“Fox Mulder.”

Castiel looks up at the odd response, not that he should really be throwing stones when it comes to first names. “Oh, you,” he says as he catches sight of Bruce’s – Fox’s? – smirking face.

“Me,” he says with a wink.

Castiel exhales a put-upon sigh. “I take it Fox isn’t your real name either?” 

“Nope,” Fox says cheerfully. “Large red eye, please.”

After Castiel writes the made up name on the paper cup, Meg takes it from him with a grin. “Fox,” she reads out loud. “Caught any aliens lately?”

“Not today,” Fox says, “maybe after English.” He eyes Castiel warily. “You’ve really never seen the X-Files?” At Castiel’s bemused shake of his head, Fox demands, “How?”

“Is it a movie or a television show?”

Fox scoffs, “It’s just one of the most influential TV shows of the 90s.”

Over by the espresso machine, Meg snorts. In a carrying voice, she says, “I had to make him watch Friends last semester. You’re fighting a losing battle.”

Clinically, Castiel observes, “You seem very invested in this.”

Fox gapes at him. “But –”

“Order up, Agent Mulder!” Meg calls from the other end of the counter.

Muttering darkly to himself, Fox stalks off to grab his drink.

That night, Castiel searches Bruce Wayne Google and dozens of movies come up, plus a television show, and decades-worth of comic books. 

He spends the night watching the first season of the X-Files instead.

* * *

“Hello,” Castiel says as Bruce/Fox steps up to the register. “What can I get for you today?” he asks politely, already reaching for the large paper cups.

Bruce/Fox smirks, his eyes following Castiel’s hands. “A large red eye.”

“Name?”

“Obi Wan Kenobi.”

Castiel frowns down at the cup. “Should I write Obi or Obi Wan?”

Obi makes a face that can only be described as distressed. “Goddamn, no Star Wars either?”

“Obi it is, then,” Castiel says, copying it down.

“Obi Wan if you’re nasty,” he says in a low voice, eyebrows wiggling suggestively.

Castiel blinks. “Please tell me that’s another reference.”

Obi’s shoulders slump. “Yeah, it is.”

“Don’t worry, Jedi, I’ll fill him in,” Meg says as she takes the empty cup from him.

Castiel scowls at her. “You don’t need to do that,” he tells her sharply. “I can figure it out on my own.” As Meg stares at him in disbelief, he retorts, “I watched Batman Begins and the X-Files last week.”

“You did?” Obi asks, delighted. “So, what’d you thin –”

“Red eye for Obi Wan,” Meg interrupts.

“We’re not done here,” Obi promises Castiel as Meg shoves his cup at him and waves goodbye.

The next day, after Meg hears that Castiel watched Episode I – the logical beginning, any sane person would reason – she quickly sets him right with Episode IV and warns him to never slip to Obi he started with JarJar.

* * *

“Name?”

“Indiana Jones.”

Castiel frowns. “Are you ever going to give me your real name?”

Indiana leans in, bracing one elbow on the counter. “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.” He smiles, his green eyes crinkling at the corners.

Castiel’s brain fritzes out.

But before he can gather his wits together, Meg interrupts their conversation, “Move along, Indy, he’s not interested.”

Castiel gives himself a little mental shake to get it together. “What will you be having today?”

Indy scowls at Meg. “A large red eye.”

Castiel writes Indy in black letters on the cup as he gestures for the next person to come forward to order. “Thank you and please come again.”

“You come again,” Indy retorts nonsensically as he flees to the other end of the counter to wait.

* * *

From behind the register, Castiel narrows his eyes as his most memorable regular saunters up to the counter. “Hello,” he says, already reaching for the large cup. “Large red eye?”

“Yeah,” he says, staring at Castiel intently.

“Name?” 

“Butch Cassidy.” As Castiel writes Butch along the side, Butch asks, “Damn, no westerns in your arsenal either?”

Castiel shakes his head. “I’m afraid not.”

“Shame.” 

But Butch doesn’t move down the counter as their conversation lulls. Ignoring the two caffeine-deprived students behind him, he says in a casual voice, “I couldn’t help but notice that you didn’t shoot me down the other day – your little partner in crime did.”

Behind Castiel, Meg snorts. “What?” she asks as he throws her a curious look. “They’re good puns.”

Butch’s jaw drops.

Castiel blinks, equally surprised at Meg’s response. “I didn’t know you liked puns.”

“What you don’t know about me could fill a bible,” Meg says flippantly. She nudges him in the shoulder. “Pay attention, Sundance.”

Butch clears his throat. “So, what do you say...?” he pauses, “I still don’t know your name.”

Castiel bites his lip. “You don’t know me at all.”

Butch grimaces. “That’s the point of going out, man.”

Castiel glances at Meg, who rolls her eyes. “I’m not your keeper, Clarence. Do what you want.”

“I’m sorry, but no,” Castiel says, quietly but firmly. “I wouldn’t feel comfortable going out with someone I barely know.”

“Fine,” Butch says. “But I’m gonna keep getting my coffee here.”

Castiel huffs a noise that might be a laugh. “I look forward to it.”

Butch grabs a napkin and scrawls something on it. “’S not my number, don’t worry,” he says as he thrusts it at Castiel. “In case you forget.”

As he walks off, Castiel reads Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid (1969).

* * *

After that, he starts leaving Castiel all sorts of recommendations on napkins, from Ghostbusters to Top Gun to Dirty Dancing (Meg has a good laugh when he uses a name from that movie).

“How come you don’t get any of my references?” he – James T. Kirk, today – asks. “It’s not that you don’t like movies or TV shows, or else you wouldn’t watch them after I bring them up.”

Castiel shrugs. “My parents never invested in a television or cable package, and going to movies alone was never particularly appealing to me.”

“Clarence grew up very sheltered,” Meg adds.

He cranes his neck to glare at her.

“What?” James stares. “Going to the movies alone is the best.”

Castiel reins in his surprise; James exudes such charm that would no doubt entrap any passers-by into attending the film with him.

“It’s the ultimate escape,” James continues. “You just sit there and watch the movie and forget about all the crap in your normal life. ’S why I’m a cinema studies major.”

“That doesn’t sound… too bad,” Castiel says tentatively. “I’m majoring in classics.”

The next day, James, going by Frodo Baggins, hands Castiel a ten dollar bill for his red eye and a single ticket to the local theater for the current blockbuster playing at 8pm.

* * *

Castiel smiles as his favorite customer approaches. “Name?” 

“Freddy Krueger.”

Meg snorts.

“What?” Freddy asks her over Castiel’s shoulder. “I’m thinking I should do theme-weeks. Like, Halloween’s in a few days.”

Castiel doesn’t bother confirming his red eye, and instead writes Freddy on the cup and hands it to Meg. 

As she prepares Freddy’s drink, Freddy grabs a napkin. 

Castiel reads Nightmare on Elm Street upside down before he takes the note from Freddy. “I was thinking,” he says as he pockets it, “You proposed a deal earlier.”

Freddy’s expression turns intrigued. “What deal?”

“I’ll tell you my name, if you tell me yours,” Castiel repeats.

Freddy grins. “Seriously?” He waits a beat, his eyes narrowing as the silence drags on. “You’re fucking with me.”

“I am not,” Castiel promises. “So? What’s your real name?”

Freddy taps his fingers against the counter as he deliberates his next move. “I dunno, you tell me,” he says, his voice infuriatingly playful.

Castiel crosses his arms over his chest. “Are you five? You need me to go first?”

Freddy nods.

Castiel stares him down.

Freddy stares right back.

“Large red eye for Freddy Kruger!” Meg announces loudly, and more than a few heads swivel around in surprise.

“We’re not done here,” Freddy swears as he takes the cup from her.

“I didn’t think we were,” Castiel says pleasantly.

* * *

“Your name?”

“Michael Myers.”

“That’s not your real name, is it?” Castiel asks suspiciously. Michael has used a few normal-sounding names before.

“Nope.”

Castiel rolls his eyes as he scrawls a messy Michael on a paper cup. “You can give me your real name, you know.”

“So could you,” Michael vollies back.

“You guys are so disgusting,” Meg says, snatching the cup out of Castiel’s lax hand. “Just get the big reveal over with. I’m getting cavities over here.”

“Sure, once he goes first,” Michael says. “I put in all this work to drop a new John Hancock every day; it’s the least he could do.”

“Like it’s work for you,” Castiel retorts. “You once dropped five references in a single sentence! You do it as easily as breathing.”

Michael scowls. “Tell you what, let’s up the ante. I guess your name first, and you go out to the movies with me.”

Castiel freezes. Michael hadn’t brought up dating since that first time he asked Casitel out. Deep down, Castiel knew he hadn’t let it go, or else he would stop flirting over coffee and keeping up the parade of fake names. But still, the request takes him by surprise. “And what if I guess first?” 

Michael shrugs. “Whatever you want.”

Castiel holds his hand out to shake on it.

Grinning, Michael does. “You’ve got yourself a deal… James?”

“That was your name a month ago,” Castiel tuts. “Try again.”

* * *

“Steve,” he says before Castiel can even ask for his name-of-the-day.

“C’mon, does he look like a Steve to you?” Meg asks, pinching Castiel’s cheek as she passes. 

Castiel swats her hand out of the way. “My name isn’t Steve.”

“Damn.”

“I’ll get that red eye for you,” Castiel says, glancing up at him from lowered lashes, “Sam?”

He bursts out laughing. “Close – that’s my little brother’s name.”

“Right, well, what should I write on the cup, then?”

“Let’s go with Norman Bates,” Norman says, still chuckling. 

“Going old school?” Meg calls appreciatively from over by the espresso machine. “Nice.”

“If it ain’t broke,” Norman says with a shrug. He turns to Castiel. “Are you dressing up for Halloween this year?”

Castiel purses his lips. “I wasn’t planning on it, but now I understand a great deal more costumes than last year.”

“That’s the spirit,” Norman says, his eyes sparkling.

* * *

Castiel’s usual, “Name?” dies on his tongue as he takes in how tired his favorite customer looks. “Are you okay?”

“Fine,” he says before yawning hugely. “Pulled an all nighter last night to marathon a few movies I slept through during lecture.” He grimaces. “Breathless can go fuck itself, and if anyone says French New Age film revolutionized cinema, run in the other direction.”

“I’ll take that under advisement,” Castiel says. “Name?”

“Ichabod Crane. Seriously, I almost fell asleep again –”

The customer behind him coughs loudly, and Castiel’s gaze flicks over his shoulder to see - “Dean?” he says.

Ichabod straightens, his face paling. “How’d you –”

“Large red eye, Meg!” Castiel calls as he gestures to the next person to step forward. “What can I get you Dean Adler?”

Castiel’s hard-ass Roman Philosophy Professor and Dean of the College stands behind Ichabod, already looking annoyed at the wait. “Large black coffee with an extra shot and extra cream.”

“Of course,” Castiel says as he swipes Dean Adler’s card through the machine.

By the time he looks up, Ichabod has disappeared.

* * *

“Hello, Dean,” Castiel greets the next day.

Dean sheepishly smiles at him. “You figured it out?”

“Hard not to, when you went white as a sheet when I addressed the Dean,” Castiel says. “So I only thought it fair…” he drifts off, gesturing to his chest.

Dean’s eyes widen as he reads the HELLO MY NAME IS sticker stuck to Castiel’s shirt, along with a clearly printed CASTIEL below it.

“Cas-tee-el?” he sounds out. “For real?”

“Clarence was named after an angel,” Meg sing-songs from behind him.

Castiel rolls his eyes. “I won’t watch It’s a Wonderful Life on principle.”

Dean laughs. “It’s overrated, anyway.” 

Castiel grabs a cup and writes Dean in his best handwriting, turning it around to show Dean. 

He nods in approval. “So, you won. What’s your poison?” Dean grimaces. “I’m not getting on a plane – or listening to Jefferson Starship. There are some lines I won’t cross, even for a gentleman’s agreement.”

Castiel pulls out two tickets from his back pocket. “I was thinking we’d go see a movie.”

[grim-01]

Modern au Starbell

Not as awesome-sauce as I'd like to draw but it's honest work

[nat-love-4ever]

2.14.2024

Happy Valentines Day! ❤️🫶💌

I hope you have a wonderful day spending time with your loved ones today! In the mean time I’ll be writing notes and catching up on class lectures for my Health Psychology.

P.S. My new MacBook Pro is Amazing!🤩

Also for work, I need to work on my latte art and cappuccinos.

[little-devil-art]

[Modern AU Xander]

“Phrases like “Welcome back“ or “Here you are, finally“ while accompanied with a warm smile gave me a feeling of safety and for a short moment, all worries are faded away.“

- Probably a Quote from an imaginary Fanfiction about Barista Xander when you enter his newly opened Coffee Shop after a while of visiting it.

[pinkykats-place]

BakuDeku Cafe AU

No Quirks AU

AO3 Fanfic Recommendations

Disclaimers!

Stories linked below are not mine.

Some contain mature content.

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Art work by @artisticookie.

Note: If you read any of these stories and like them please let the author know with a kudos and/or comment!

How to swoon a little bunny?

Summary: Katsuki often brought his work to the café, normally to do paper work or go over on-going cases that were until recently, Katsuki made eye contact with the most adorable thing he’s ever seen, a little curly bunny, forest green hair which reminded of when he goes mountain hiking, freckles that reminded him of the stars in a clear nights sky, a cute little button nose he wanted to bite, those eyes bright and beautiful like a freshly polished emerald, Katsuki was swooned right away, he wasn’t aware he was even capable of such feelings he always wasn’t aware how pathetic he is, he couldn’t even muster more than 5 words to the bunny, he was ashamed.

How will Katsuki ever get a date if he keeps choking every time he saw Izuku?

Complete | 2 Chapters | Hybrid AU

Rated - Explicit

Rain, rain, don't go away by Okieitsfine

Summary: An annoying regular keeps on coming to the cafe Katsuki works at. Every time he comes, he brings in a pile of slush along with his rain filled boots and matted green curls.

It’s April, you know- rainy weather. But that doesn’t excuse the absolute mess that his guy always brings in.

What gives?

— — —

Or: The generic Cafe AU no one asked for with college student Izuku and angry barista Katsuki.

Incomplete | 4/? CH | College AU

Rated - Mature

Mocha by dumbbottomenergy

Summary: "What coffee are you today, Kacchan?"

Deku asks the same question every day and maybe Katsuki wishes he gave him an answer when he still had the chance.

{One Shot}

Rated - General Audiences

Decaffeinated by Cloudsu

Summary: “Café latte for Momo!” he exclaims. He waits for the pretty brunette to come to claim her drink before he turns to Katsuki again, resting a hip on the counter with his arms crossed. “I said, all you have to do is ask. You think I won’t take you in the back room and fuck you?”

The angry red blush on Katsuki’s cheeks darkens, and he has the sudden need to pinch himself.

“I-I…what?” Katsuki says in confusion, his eyes unable to look anywhere but Izuku’s face as the man smirks down at him.

--

Or the one where Katsuki thirsts over his coworker until they've both had quite enough of pining in silence.

One Shot | Trans Bakugo

Rated - Explicit

Cupid Cafe by kjuzera

Summary: Around four o'clock in the afternoon, the Cupid Cafe was crowded. Bakugou's attention turned to the most annoying cupid of all: Deku. The bastard did not take the smile off his face, he served all customers as if they were the best people in the fucking world. He did not miss orders and served everything perfectly. Irritating to say the least.

One Shot | College AU

Rated - Explicit

Salted Caramel by OnyxDragons

Summary: Student Katsuki runs into a nerdy Deku at a local coffee shop. First impressions aren’t always the best...

Complete | 3 Chapters

College AU | Art Students AU

Rated - Explicit

I Just Like You Kacchan! by Rainymilktea

Summary: Izuku is a clumsy, virgin, barista. After a few embarrassing run-ins with a big, sexy blonde, Izuku decides he wants to be in a relationship. But does the flirty blonde want to? Eventual smut

One Shot | College AU

Rated - Explicit

Fixations by Hachimitsuun

Summary: “Oh you are on, name the terms.” Sero grins wide, white teeth gleaming and black eyes shining. How they can both look so confident is beyond Izuku.

“If I win and you lose, which you will, Midoriya has to get his tongue pierced,” Kaminari states, and Izuku’s head snaps over to him.

“Wait, what?!”

“Okay, then when I win and you lose, Midoriya has to get a tattoo saying ‘Kaminari sucks’ on his ass.”

“Hold on just a second, what on earth does this have to do with me?!”

--

Izuku just wants to continue going through his ordinary life while keeping his oral fixation a secret, but his friends are idiots, and now his secret is up in the air.

One Shot | Tattoo Parlor AU

Rated - Explicit

The Bunny's Burrow by RadPax

Summary: At 14 years old Izuku came out to his mother as transgender and a week later she pulled him from school and transferred him somewhere else and started him on testosterone. She wasn't about to have her only son be bullied relentlessly and misgendered.Since then its been over a decade since Izuku has seen anyone from his childhood neighborhood, that is until his old bully Katsuki Bakugou wanders into his cafe one morning and the two are forced to meet again.But it almost seems like Katsuki doesn't remember who Izuku is? And his face keeps getting red for some reason!?

(AU where Izuku owns a cafe and is trans, and Katsuki attempts to court the little guy while being terrible at it.)

Incomplete | 11/? CH | Trans Deku

Rated - Mature

i want to scream but i can't by lordyuuri

Summary: Reunions aren't always happy nor always welcomed.

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

[n0chanxes]

Open starter from new muse Nil~! [he is a demon and maybe very slightly tremendously insane but can also be cute i---]

"My eyes?" A few blinks passed. A head tilted. "OH! Right right uhm--" He blinked a few more times, the deep black of his sclera changing to white, the dark grey of his pupils turning to brown in a single instant, all as his smile widened and he took a step closer, hands in his pockets. "Sorry, they look odd cus of allergies.. Er nono- cus of the lighting. The sun makes them look weird." His head cocked slowly to the other side, grin widening. "This better?"

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[berriesandjunnie]

❝ you must like coffee a lot ❞

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° synopsis the tale of a student who keeps coming back to the same coffee shop just for the barista. ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° genre & tags fluff / barista!seungkwan / student!reader / small coffee shop vibes / potential love at first sight on behalf of the reader / just overall soft blushy gushy stuff ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° pairing seungkwan x afab!reader ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° w.c 1.8k words

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“Anyone would think you have a caffeine addiction, y/n.” Your best friend sighed as he walked beside you, pulling the scarf wrapped around his neck over his chin as a harsh, bitter wind blew into your faces. Your hands grasped your jacket as you pulled around your lithe body to protect you as much as you could.

“Trust me Nonnie, best coffee in Seoul.” You flashed him a grin, your feet picking up their pace to reach the coffee shop sooner. Just the thought of being somewhere out of this wind was appetising right now but you classified yourself as on a mission. This started about two weeks ago, unbeknownst to Vernon. You’d discovered this quaint, chill vibes coffee shop on your walk to class one day and impulsively you decided to just grab your usual iced americano from there.

Now you weren’t sure if you was turning up for your iced americano or the barista behind the counter who complimented your drink choice the first day you entered as a customer. He was cheerful, hosting a warm smile and you could sit and listen to his voice all day. Sometimes you would skip class and instead sit in the coffee shop with your laptop, working - to an extent, of course. Your eyes would find themselves always drawn to the barista, watching as he completed basic tasks or made other customers’ drinks. When the coffee shop was particularly quiet, you’d even heard him sing in a hushed angelic voice to the songs they would play on the small static radio on the shelf.

All of this and you still didn’t even know this name, he never had his name tag on - you figured perhaps he was new and waiting for it or he’d maybe just lost his name tag. The dim golden lights filled the place with warmth from where they glowed as you pulled Vernon into the coffee shop, the bell on the door jingling. Undoing your coat, you hadn’t even noticed the eyes set on you.

“Long time no see, how is school?” The familiar voice spoke up and you chewed your lip as you approached the counter. As difficult as it was, you were fighting the grin that was trying to light up your pale-from-the-cold face. Vernon side glanced you.

“Hm, getting by, I can’t wait for winter break,” you mused with a smile that he returned without a second thought, “I’ll have an iced americano and a slice of chocolate cake, please - oh and a latte.”

Vernon chuckled, leaving your side to sit at a table by the window. You watched him shrug off his coat now that you were in temperatures significantly higher than those of outside. A soft hum came from your throat as you tapped your foot, shivering slightly.

“Boyfriend?” The barista joked quietly, his voice a little low as not wanting to embarrass you. The words made your eyes widen, quickly shaking your head paired with the wave of one of your hands.

“No no no, a good friend of mine.” You were quick to interject, not wanting the barista to believe you were in a relationship. He didn’t say anything but his eyes looked over once more at Vernon before he placed your items onto your tray, telling you your total so you could pay.

Quietly, you took the tray to the table Vernon had chosen, sighing as you too now shrugged off your heavy coat. Vernon’s pale hand reached for his latte, cupping his hands to the mug for a heat source. Once your coat was removed, you fixed your outfit before sitting and patting out your skirt. Vernon rolled his eyes.

“So, are you actually coming here for coffee?” He scoffed quietly as he took a sip from the mug in front of him. Unconsciously your eyes widened as you stared at him, the straw of your iced americano in your mouth as no words came out. He raised his brow, his eyes glossing over your reaction before he looked down at his mug, smirking with a chuckle, “do you even know his name?”

You were silent for some time as you came to the realisation that your best friend had finally cracked your obsession with this tiny coffee shop that no one really knows about. He had finally cracked why your attendance was plummeting under 50% and why he’d found your laptop open on some tab about the types of coffees. It was all coming together and Vernon was brimming with a cocky attitude that he’d figured it out. A sigh escaped you as you placed the iced americano down, yet to have even sipped it.

“No, I don’t,” the words barely came out of your mouth, fighting the urge to look at the barista in question, “I’m not straight forward like you, Nonnie, this stuff is difficult...”

Vernon sat back in his chair, his arms folded across his chest as he stared out of the window as the clouds appeared to open up above Seoul and the streets experienced a pour of rain, heavily beating against the pavements and windows. There was no song for the rain to create however you could still relate to the chaotic, rushed sounds the rain made. It mimicked your mental panic about your situation with this barista who most likely didn’t even feel the same.

“Look, today we’ll make one step of progress, okay? Either you ask his name or I do.” Your best friend spoke again, leaning forward onto the table so his voice was more hushed. You were almost thankful that he wasn’t yelling it out in the empty cafe. Your eyes side glanced the unaware barista, who was unpacking more cakes for the front of the counter. You pursed your lips before nodding.

“Okay, when we leave.”

-

His name was Seungkwan. He’d dropped school to work at his mother’s coffee shop and you were pleasantly surprised by the information that he was the same age as you. He asked for your name in return and with that warm smile that showed his chubby cheeks, he complimented your name and called it beautiful. You vividly remember the heat rising to your cheeks as you thanked him. Did he even know the effect he was having on you simply by existing? 

Your daily routine of grabbing an iced americano continued, as if it was becoming your holy grail to see Seungkwan at least once a day. Your parents had made their concern quite obvious about whether or not you were addicted to caffeine or not, but you never interjected that you were more addicted to the barista than the taste of coffee. 

With the South Korean summer sun burning down on you, you had a small skip to your step as you manoeuvred your way to the coffee shop - your favourite location in the entirety of Seoul currently. Vernon had baseball practise today - apparently sports is more important than summer break - so you were venturing alone but you didn’t mind. He was slightly pressuring when it came to your progression with your favourite barista and you simply wanted some peace without him jokingly about children’s names. The bell sounded your arrival into the coffee shop on this particular day, the sounds of voices chiming happily as people gathered to enjoy the warm weather. Within seconds, your eyes had met those familiar ones behind the counter, his smile beaming - most likely in relation to the popularity of the coffee shop on this day.

“Y/n,” he greeted as you approached the counter, “you must like coffee a lot - what can I get you?”

Your cheeks flushed pink at his words but thankfully they were already colourful from your walk here paired with your make-up. You let out a small laugh to hide your embarrassment yet you decided to be bold for Vernon.

“I like the barista more,” you mused before getting your purse out of your bag, “the usual, please.”

Seungkwan froze, his eyes wide and cheeks rising in temperature as he stared at you in surprise. He hadn’t expected you to reciprocate anything that he had felt towards you in these past months - and somehow you had just hinted that you did. Nervously, he smiled and let out a chuckle.

“You’ve been so quiet I didn’t expect that,” he mumbled, beginning to make your iced americano like he always did. You smiled as you leaned onto the counter, “my sister is taking over my shift at 12... do you want to go get a drink somewhere else?”

“I’d love to.” You beamed, catching his eyes once more.

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“You’re actually attending classes again?” Vernon poked as he pushed your shoulder gently as you walked through the school corridors. The next academic year had begun, summer seemed to breeze by with Seungkwan by your side whenever he had time off. You’d been to the movies, the beach and he had even taken you to Jeju for the weekend. 

“Shocker, isn’t it?” You rolled your eyes, chewing your gum quietly as you admired the bustle of students. You hadn’t missed this but it was your final year and suddenly you felt nostalgic to the school building, recognising that you’d miss being cram packed into a corridor on your way to classes like you were sardines and you’d also miss how Vernon and yourself would pass notes covered in awful doodles to each other.

“Big one, what made you change your mind about education so suddenly?” He laughed, taking a gulp of his energy drink that you had warned him about many times before, “what happened to the pretty barista boy? Ended up being gay or something?”

With a scoff, you slapped Vernon’s arm, shaking your head as he rose a brow.

“No,” you dragged with emphasis, “why were you hoping he was gay?”

It was Vernon’s time to scoff, shoving his spare hand into his jacket pocket with a huff as you exited the school building. The first day back to classes had been completed successfully and you didn’t feel the urge to start cutting classes again just yet. The crowds of sardines began to disperse a little once they hit fresh air, the heat of September still making people sticky and clammy. Your best friend opened his mouth but words didn’t come out as his eyes found something amongst the masses. You rose a brow, turning your gaze to follow his and your lips turned quicker than you could even imagine. There stood by the entrance gate to your school campus was Boo Seungkwan.

“Ooooooh...” Vernon exhaled as you quickened your pace towards the male, trying to follow your steps as he watched Seungkwan engulf you in his arms, bringing you into his chest as the two of you rocked slightly in the hug. Seungkwan pressed a kiss to your head and you looked up at him, smiling.

“Thought I’d come make sure you actually did keep your promise and attend classes.” Seungkwan teased, causing you to scoff and roll your eyes as you tip-toed to press your lips to his.

Thank God for coffee.

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i.. actually really like this little doodle

Im still trying to figure out a style (im.... a realism artist, cartoons are hard t_t) but I like how they turned out in this one....