#lee jungshin imagines

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Moth to a Flame | Jungshin (CNBLUE) Imagine

Pairing: Lee Jungshin x Reader

Requested by anon: hi 🐣 i noticed that your cnblue list is pretty empty, can i request one because im gonna see them in a concert soon? (yeay!!) it's for jungshin and an ex to lover, maybe after a dangerous mission settting? lol i know it's so detailed but i was just dreaming about something like this not too long ago. inspiration quotes: jungshin: "you're the one I've always wanted" y/n: "are you sure this time? if I'm burned again, i'll personally deliver you to the devil himself." sorry for keeping as anon im shy idk why >///<

Genre: agnst

Word Count: 1,358 words

A/n: ngl, i was vaguely inspired by spy family for this as soon as it came through (mainly because that was what i was watching when the request first cam through). i hope this one is good. especially since it's the first time i've written for him

Tunes: Crime Junkie Podcast: MURDERED: Maria Marta Garcia Belsunce Part 2

If looks could kill, you were certain that both you and Jungshin would have killed one another within seconds of realizing you had been assigned to the same mission. Why?

Well, you can blame the fiery burn of romance mixed with the passionate endeavors to complete every single mission you’d been assigned over the years.

Yet there you were, in the middle of a busy cafe at lunch, staring at one another while you listened to the mission debrief that was being delivered in code. To any normal passerby it would’ve looked like a group of old friends catching up during a typical lunch break. The three of you knew better though. The words leaving your handlers mouth were being unconsciously filtered by your brain one after another, decoding the information, making you more infuriated by the second.

You two have been assigned a mission where you’ll need to pose as a family. We’ve already made arrangements for an orphan to be placed into your care for the duration of the mission. A child is essential in carrying out this mission effectively. That child, Marie, will be your in with your target. Get her to befriend Jacob Ford’s son, Ivan, and you’ll be in. Easy to take the old man out then.

Just when you thought the organization couldn’t get anymore reckless with their stupid mission ideas and assignments, they go and drag an innocent child into this for no good reason other than for the purpose of simplifying a mission - something you already guessed was going to hit the fan no matter which child they gave the two of you.

“Same time next month to catch up on everything?” the handler stated rather than questioning. “I can’t wait to meet the little one then. I heard through the grapevine that she’s been enrolled into one of the best institutions in the city. Shouldn’t be shocking considering you two are her parents.”

You gave a tight lipped smile at the messenger as your eye twitched. If you could shoot the messenger without any repercussions you would have the moment their mouth had opened and began spewing this madness.

“Yes…” you dragged out. “She’s quite the intellect at such a young age.”

“3pm on the corner of Welch and Grant on the 23rd of May then?” they offered.

Welch and Grant 3pm today. You’ll pick up the child then.

“Of course. We’ll all make our way here together,” Jungshin offered, an equally forced smile on his face. “Come on then Dear. We should get going if we want to make sure the house is ready for when…”

“Marie,” you finished, remembering the little girl’s name you’d decoded earlier. “For when Marie gets home this afternoon. You’re right.”

Imminent death was starting to sound like a better alternative to this little game of house you were now expected to play with your former lover. Who would die first is the question.

~~~

“Mr. and Mrs. …” the headmistress began, poking her salt and peppered head out of the office doorway. “Smith…” she eyed the two of you furrowing her brows as she took the two of you in. “Right this way. Marie is waiting in my main office.”

Two days.

This girl had been in your care for two whole days and was already fucked up by your horrible parenting skills. 

You do suppose being an orphan and having been thrown into a “family” who was clearly less than normal wasn’t helping with any part of the adjustment period. Although, neither of you had expected to get called into the academy so soon after having stated your mission under the pretenses of violence inflicted by the little girl who was sitting in the corner of the room with tear streaks on her cheeks. She didn’t even look like she was capable of hurting a spider much less another living person.

Correction. She wasn’t capable of hurting a spider. She had burst into tears when you’d demanded Jungshin kill the arachnid that had crawled out from behind the bookshelf that you’d be placing some generic photoshopped pictures on to make the apartment fit the role of a warm and lovely family home it needed to play.

You quite frankly didn’t believe that it was Marie sitting in that chair. It couldn’t be….although you had to admit two days to know a child was not enough time. It would never be enough time.

“Were there any other students involved in the altercations?” Jungshin asked as he too spared a look at the small girl, more than likely also confused by the urgent call from the academy to your landline.

“Yes, Mr. Ivan Ford,” the headmistress replied, folding her hands on the desk as she took a seat. “Mr. Ford’s father is a very high standing official in the government. Your daughter, as I explained briefly over the phone, had a physical altercation with the boy and actually broke his nose.”

You swore you wanted to puke right then and there upon hearing the name of the boy your “daughter” had punched. Jungshin clearly shared the same sentiment given the look in his eyes as he heard the words coming from the old woman in front of her. Two days in and this mission was already going straight to the gates of hell with a priority entrance ticket.

“She’ll be serving an in school suspension due to the…circumstances around the incident, as will Mr. Ford. But we do need to send her home for the rest of the day.”

You took in a deep breath, nodding in understanding as you looked at Marie, trying to meet her gaze. It was going to be an interesting evening.

~~~

Jungshin walked out of Marie’s bedroom, closing the door gently.

“She thinks we’re mad at her and are going to send her back,” he said without being prompted.

As soon as you had arrived back home, Marie had burst into tears apologizing as best as her six year old self knew how - something which had thrown you and Jungshin for a loop. Neither of you had known how to react when it first happened and she had run into her room after stuttering out that she had only punched the boy because he’d hurt her friend. While that made you feel a tad bit better, you both knew it hadn’t been the right call on her part. Jungshin had offered to take the first step to talk to her about it while you tried to clear your head.

“Is it possible for a six year old to get attached so quickly to two strangers?” you asked, sitting down on the couch after drinking a glass of water. 

“To you probably,” he murmured. “You’re easy to get attached to…”

There was no denying the sudden tension that came in the aftermath of his comment. It would be easy to say something kind and lighthearted, but somewhere within you there was a boiling rage filling you. 

“Considering it was something I once wanted and was willing to leave this life for, I’d hope I’d at least be able to do something right for her…” as of two days ago, you wanted to add.

“I wanted that too,” he whispered, barely audible to himself, much less to you.

“What was that?”

Jungshin looked from the floor, “I wanted that too. A long time ago. And I think a part of me still wants that. Still wants you. You’re the one I’ve always wanted.”

Your breath hitched at his words. This certainly wasn’t what you were expecting two days into this mission, or ever if you were being truly honest.

“Do you really mean that?” you asked. “Are you sure this time around? Because I swear to every superior being, Lee Jungshin, that if I’m burned again, I will personally send you on a one way trip to the devil himself.”

“I do?”

You heard the hesitation in his voice as he answered your question.

But that didn’t mean it couldn’t change. That you two couldn’t change. That this fake family…could one day…become a reality.

At least you hoped it could.

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✧ CNBLUE as Cats ✧

✧ CNBLUE all members ✧ genre: misc, fluff ✧ more parts~

Jung Yonghwa:

incredibly beautiful long haired cat with tiger stripes

white paws

amber eyes 

seriously you could swear you’ve never seen such a beautiful cat before

always has that chill expression on his face that tells you he’s never thought a mean thought in his life

...or so you’d think

is the kind of cat who will always be at the worst place at the wrong time

got an assignment due in 30 minutes? doesn’t matter, he’ll sprawl out on your laptop anyway

trying to cook dinner because your date will be over in an hour? guess who decided the stove is the perfect place to take a nap on?

if he wants attention he wants it now, and he will get it

try to pick him up and put him elsewhere, he’ll be back to his original position within seconds, ready to unknowingly bother you

needy, but also very silent (he annoys in a different way lol)

*wanders across shelf* *makes sure to knock over every single thing that’s placed there*

when he jumps down he proudly looks at the mess he created and then runs up to you purring, expecting you to praise him and give him chin scratches

pretends to be picky about his food

but also you’ve seen him steal very strange food choices for a cat on multiple occasions

like pickles or bread

loves fish, almost as much as he loves himself

nr 3 on the list of his favourite things would be sunbaths, sprawled out across the floor in the middle of the room of course, so that he can take up as much space as possible lol

Kang Minhyuk:

little grey cat with short fur

big eyes that watch everything with great interest and just the right amount of suspicion

follows you around wherever you go

seriously you could take him on a stroll through the city without a leash and he’d focus on nothing but you

does get distracted by food sometimes, especially meat and whipped cream

if it’s greasy he wants to at least smell it

might try to lick it with his lil pink kitty tongue and then decide if it’s too fatty or if he should go over to phase 2 and figure out how to steal it

very balanced energy levels, despite being super attentive to his surroundings

also pretty simple to please

it’s play time? cool, let’s play!

time for a nap? sure, just don’t wake me up!

I’m getting fed? yay, be right there, just lemme stretch real quick!

sometimes he makes you wonder if you really own a cat or a dog

surprisingly fine with the vet, so long as he’s used to going there

a little shy when meeting someone for the first time

give him time until he approaches you first, and soon he’ll curl up on your lap and let you pet his head and back

don’t touch his belly if you want to still be able to use your hand tho lol

his favourite toy is a little blue bouncy ball that you got him for his first birthday

but he also likes other kinds of toys like little mice or bird toys

very active at night, especially if he’s allowed to go outside

is usually home by morning though, and loves to curl up at the end of your bed to nap for another hour or two, before you get up to feed him

Lee Jungshin:

black cat with short fur and a white dot on his chest

on the bigger side, but very slim

super friendly with anyone

whether he’s known you for ages or you just met for the first time, he’ll excitedly run up to you and smash his whole weight against your legs to rub his body against them

loves pets, but is easily overstimulated and bites if you don’t take your hands off him on time

does he love belly rubs or does he hate them? you really don’t know

will willingly throw himself on the ground and expose that fluffy belly

lets you touch it but also attacks your hand with his paws and teeth

starts whining if you stop petting him ksajdflak

not always in the mood for playing, but when he is, nothing is safe from him

sometimes chases things that aren’t there multiple rounds through your whole living space

just let him be lol

comes to sleep next to you afterwards, but almost never on your lap

if you lift him up to sit him down on top of your legs he’ll most likely get up and curl up right next to you, so that you can feel his body still touching you

sometimes in the middle of the night you hear him meowing loudly, and when you get up to see what’s happening he’ll just be sitting there in front of a wall, screaming at it

as you can see, he does very weird things sometimes, but usually he’s chill

still spends the majority of his day sleeping, just like any other cat

loves doing the thing where he curls up on a high shelf or a platform on his cattree and the only thing visible from below is the tip of his nose and his paws

snores

also starts drooling when you pet his head right between his ears, or when he’s having a good nap

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The Book That Started It All

Prompt: #101 + #125 for @noona-clock​ – “Do you want to leave?” + “It’s over!”

Pairing: Lee Jungshin x reader

World: Next in Line

Genre: university au / cheesy fluff

Warnings: none

A/N: Happy Birthday Becky! I had two options… write Jae or do another segment in your beloved world with Jungshin. I chose your soulmate this time! I hope you enjoy this and have a wonderful day. I love you! <333

Word count: 1563

“It’s over!” you exclaimed, letting out a long-winded exhale with it. Looking back at the building you had just exited after submitting the hard copy of your thesis, you tried not to shed a tear. You thought you would be excited to never step foot within it again after the gruelling years and multiple exams held within it.

You were overwhelmed by all your accomplishments. You had done all you had set out to do and more. When you started your Bachelor’s degree several years ago, you had never expected you would carry on to do honours and become an assistant teacher during your time as a student.

But here you were after it all. You had survived. There had been times during your studies where you thought you wouldn’t make it to the next term, let alone semester.

And now you were staring back at all those memories with a fond smile. You blinked rapidly to prevent the tears from falling, even wiping at your skin on your face in attempts to settle your emotions. You weren’t really ending anything. All this study had led to a full-time job and it was simply one chapter closing to move into the next.

Still, you couldn’t help the sentimental mood that washed over you.

Wandering aimlessly around the campus you could call a second home by this point in your life, you somehow found yourself climbing up the stairs to the library that stood in the middle of the university. You couldn’t fathom a guess of how many times in your education that you had thumped up and down these stairs. And now it would be your last time.

Your feet lingered on the last step into the building before you took a deep breath, walking through the entrance doors.

This place had never changed. It was the constant to your student life, the hub of all information. Whilst the books were rearranged and the faces behind the service counters might have differed, the feel never shifted. You looked towards your favourite table in the main lobby of the library, your go-to whenever you needed to stop in to study. You had spent many hours at that table, discovering new worlds and facts that had led you to this point.

Taking a seat in the chair you always picked out, you smiled, placing your hands on the tabletop. You would have no need to come rushing over here with a stack of books and laptop in tow, your frazzled state calming once deeply settled into a book. You wouldn’t need to worry about requesting texts that were already loaned out and battling it out for the high demand ones anymore. In fact, you looked over to the department that you loathed and equally loved. Getting up, you approached the section, stepping down an aisle and then stopped when you turned a corner, your eyes soaking in the tall man leaning against the shelf perusing a book.

“Took you long enough,” he said, not lifting his eyes from the text, though you saw the way his lips curled up. “I thought you’d forget all about me in the throes of your internalisation.”

“What am I internalising?” you asked and Jungshin snapped the book shut, shooting you a warm smile. You slipped into his ready embrace, burying in deeply.

It was funny; the reason you hated and loved this section was all because of Lee Jungshin. He had stolen your book and your heart within this small area. When you thought back to that moment in time, you truly wondered how you had ended up like this now. It had been a whirlwind of a romance, something that started within this university.

And although you were certain it wouldn’t ever end, you were a little on edge thinking about the outside world. When you both moved into your careers, would you find yourselves separating slowly? Despite now living together, could things change without the confines of this little campus and daily study sessions in the library?

You sighed, you were just being foolish.

Still, it was easy to have that doubt, only because all you had been a history student for the entirety of your relationship. You weren’t going to be students for much longer, technically you no longer were with all your requirements handed in for marking. And once you graduated, that would end your time here for good.

You buried in deeper, hoping it would help you hold onto Jungshin forever.

He chuckled against you, his lips brushing over the top of your head. “You know, even if I can’t read your mind, I know what you’re thinking.”

“Then you can read my mind,” you mumbled from within his embrace that tightened slightly. You eventually lifted your head away from his chest and Jungshin reached to wipe away the tears you hadn’t even felt yourself shed. “We’re going to be fine.”

“Of course we are.” Jungshin leaned down to kiss you softly before giving your upper arms a gentle rub. “Do you want to leave?”

“Five more minutes,” you bargained and he nodded, taking you back within his arms. You inhaled deeply, stabilising your emotions with the scent of his cologne you loved so much. When you felt the time had passed, you stepped back; taking his hand with a smile and the pair of you left the library and all the books you had learned from behind.

You hadn’t ended up back home after your departure. Jungshin had driven up into the hills, taking you on a scenic drive that you enjoyed a lot. It wasn’t quite yet dark out, the dusky hues in the sky casting their final light on all things below. By the time the car came to a stop, you had been lulled into contentment.

Jungshin grinned over at you and gestured to get out of the car. You did as you were instructed, coming around to his side of the vehicle and taking his hand as he pulled out a blanket from the back seat. You looked up at him. “It’s too early to stargaze.”

“Really? Then what are you? A meteorite instead?”

You rolled your eyes. “Not funny.”

“Let’s end today doing something we did the first time we went on a date, hm?” Jungshin offered and you immediately stopped scowling, chewing your lip in anticipation. On your first date, Jungshin had brought you to this spot, telling you it was his favourite place. And it had become yours as well, a place where all the stresses of the world back down in the city couldn’t reach to. You always felt so free up here.

It felt fitting with the change in your lives now to come up here.

After getting settled on the blanket and into Jungshin’s side, you both fell silent for some time comfortably. The thing you loved about him was that as much as you sought out his attention, he equally respected your need for quiet time. He was much the same as you, and despite being together, there was something intrinsically beautiful that you could shut him out and think for yourself without offending him by doing so.

This, however, meant you startled when he spoke after some time. “Y/N, the stars are almost up.”

“Really? Hm, let me see if I can find a constellation from here.”

“You always try for the impossible. The naked eye can’t see them at this time of night.”

“Leave me to my wishes, Jungshin. One day I’ll prove I’m talented at this!” you retorted and with a chuckle, he left you to it. You were avidly searching the skies when something came into your view, causing your eyes to go unfocused momentarily.

“Look, I found something,” he breathed and you gasped at the ring he held up. “I don’t think it’s a constellation though.”

“Wh-what are you, oh my God.”

“You once told me I’d have to step up my game to propose to you. That nothing could top what I had done that time in the classroom. I thought over so many different ways, even the cheesy ones.”

“Well, this isn’t exactly not cliché,” you managed through your tears and you felt Jungshin nod beside you.

“I realised after school, the world we knew would be changing. It was the perfect time to do this. I uh, didn’t know I would be proposing tonight. But when I saw you in the library, I figured I couldn’t not try. Will you marry me, Y/N?”

You were too racked with emotions to answer verbally, your head bobbing up and down so fast that Jungshin hand to grab onto it to stop the movement. He leaned in and kissed you, which was hard to reciprocate when you were already out of air from his proposal.

When you pulled away, you realised he had already slipped the ring onto your finger and you marvelled at the perfect fit of everything today. The handing in of your final assignment, the last visit to the place that started all this, and now the confirmation that you and Jungshin would be forever.

You were excited. As you whispered streams of adoration for the man at your side and spent many more moments kissing until the night sky, you were grateful for one thing in particular.

The book that started it all.

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CNBlue when you throw them a Welcome Home party

Thank you @cramelot for the idea!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the gifs used in this post.

-Admin B

Yonghwa

Yonghwa would pretend to be surprised, but he would’ve known all along that you would do something like this! He would’ve been expecting a party with all of your friends and family to celebrate him being discharged from the military, but to appease you, he would be all “Oh my goodness! You did all this?! For me?! Wow, I can’t believe it!” And then the two of you would party would the night away with your loved ones!

Jonghyun

When Jonghyun comes home from the military - permanently - and sees you’ve hung up a ‘Welcome Home’ banner and made treats, he would playfully scold you. “What is this? You rascal, you’re throwing a party, aren’t you?” But when you assure him the party is just for you and his cats, he would wrap you up in the biggest hug and whisper how much he missed you.

Minhyuk

Minhyuk would get so shy and happy when he sees you’ve prepared a ‘Welcome Home from the Military’ party for him! He would smile that sweet, sunshine smile of his and act all embarrassed and adorable. It would be just his closest friends and family members at the party because you know having a huge party would be too overwhelming. When everyone leaves, he’ll be more than happy to spend some alone time with you, though.

Jungshin

Unlike Yonghwa, Jungshin would have no idea that you were throwing a Welcome Home party for him. He would be genuinely surprised - very pleasantly surprised. He’ll be constantly smiling and thanking everyone for coming, and when he sees Simba wearing a party hat, he’ll whip out his phone and take so many pictures. The party will definitely be documented on social media!

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10 Bias Tag Game

Tagged by @foxybread uwu thank you Sammy!!!

Rules: Write down your top 10 biases and answer the following questions.

In No Particular Order than no. 1 Being Ult Bias:

01. Jung Hoseok, j-hope(BTS) 02. Kim Namjoon, RM (BTS) 03. Cha Hun (N.Flying) 04. Kim Jaehyun (N.Flying) 05. Shin Gwangil (LUCY) 06. Son Hyunwoo, Shownu (Monsta X) 07. Han Jisung (Stray Kids) 08. Lee Jaejin (FTIsland) 09. Lee Jungshin (CNBLUE) 10. Choi Beomgyu (TXT)

[Questions Under Cut]

Between 1 & 4 who would you rather kiss?

I have good caution to not drink while I do this questionnaire.

For this the Ult will take the cake, so Hobi with have my kithes.

Like please... I want to kith the tiny dimples so much.

Between 2 & 7 who would be your best friend?

I feel like Jisung and I would get into so much trouble together.

If he brushes up on his Malay, we can plan things in secret in front of everyone in his group. ksdfkjadhsfkjhsdfjh

I love Joon but he isn't exactly a best friend hit for me.

Between 5 & 10 who has the better voice?

I have no verdict. 

Both Gyu and Gwangil are wonderful vocalists but they aren't exactly ones I would pick out for favourite vocals. I am pretty neutral on both fronts.

Between 1 & 8 who is the funniest?

JAEJIN. It's a different kind of humour he brings and I love him for it.

Hobi is great but I more likely to coo at him than laugh at him being funny.

Between 6 & 9 who would you date?

Both guys are out of my "age range dating sphere". Both also rather more quiet people.

But out of them, I would probably like to date Shownu. He's so sweet and also, himbo vibes in the most attractive way possible.

Between 9 & 10 who would you want to do a collaboration with?

Not a collaboration but by god ever since I got to know Jungshin, I would just like to listen to him trying to teach me how to play the bass.

I had such a big, big kid crush on him.

Between 4 & 8 Who is the best dancer?

Battle of the Bands in dance. Drums VS Bass AJHDKAJHDKJSHDKJHA

I mean I don't see Jaejin dance as much as I see Jaehyun dance.

I pick Jaehyun cause he has the enthusiasm of a good active 5 year old. He's not that bad at dancing actually.

Between 3 & 5 who would you most likely marry?

Neither? I am not a marrying kind.

Honestly even the whole "spend the rest of my life with" thing, I can't imagine either of them.

Between 1 & 7 who would you nurse when they are sick?

Hobi.

Again, my fault for my weakness of an Ult.

I still love you Jisung but I just am too caught up being wrapped around Hobi's little finger.

Between 2 & 3 who has the best smile?

I am a sucker for dimples

BUT I have to choose Hun for this because his smile is so sweet and pretty?

It's just such a small soft smile that I just smile back on instinct and I can't help it.

And when he does that smile with his teeth showing, he looks a little bit like he'll cause trouble just for fun.

Between 6 & 8 who would you vacation with?

I, for one, do not trust Jaejin as much as I love him.

I would rather a quick vacation with the Big Teddy Bear Man.

[bluestringss]

The first CNBLUE article since April! I am always proud of Jungshin in anything he does. So much talent. So much passion. I can imagine his smile and excitement after hearing the news. I am so proud I want to cry right now. Hahahaha JUNGSHINNAAAAA 

I've seen the announcement of INSP last week. I thought it will again be buried like Jungshin's past achievements. But we have a Soompi article!!! Hurrah

And lol when the author called Yongshin a writer. All I know Yongshin is a photographer. BTW, Yongshin is Jungshin's brother. 

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KEY: Smut🌶️, Fluff 🥰, Angst 🥺, Violent 🔪, Ships 🚢, Suggestive 😏

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After Party

Summary: the endless parties had gotten stale for you, though the new band playing evoked a reason to look forward to the next one.

Pairing: Lee Jungshin x reader

Genre: 1920s era / fluff / romance

littlebeckybee said:

Hi lovely! Could I get a fluffy historical AU with Jungshin??? Whichever era you want! Thank you!! 💜

A/N: For my lovely B, I do hope you like this. Admittedly my instant idea was 1920s for Jungshin, but the idea was more towards angst/romance, and I’m glad I decided to change it, even if it’s been late in getting posted today. I’m probably not entirely accurate with the era with everything, but for the window of time I had to research and write this, I’m really happy with it! xxx

Word count: 1978

You were sick of the glitz and glam every weekend. The novelty had worn off; much like the overstayed welcome of several people who lingered in your home long after the music stopped playing. You were over the pretentious conversations, the gossiping of other people’s failures from those who were just as flawed.

You were done with social expectations.

As the only daughter of the biggest business conglomerate in the city, you weren’t exactly able to escape any of it. Even on the rare occasions where you feigned a terrible headache and opted to spend the night in bed, the garden party below would still go on. From the third floor of the family estate, you couldn’t avoid the buzzing of the affluent. The jazz band would play into the early morning, and you would be just as frustrated up in the confines of your own bedroom as you would if you went downstairs to join the festivities. And so you often would fold, unable to enjoy the parties but disliking the walls that entrapped you within the house equally.

It was yet another weekend and another party. The bankers were jovial, talking of how prosperous the financial year had been so far, and the current strength of Wall Street. The celebrities gushed over new silent film offers and the women all sported the short-bobbed hairstyle that had swept the nation by storm. There were a few women who flitted around from one occupation to the next, looking for someone to start the American dream with.

And then there was the band setting up for the next round of songs. With a champagne flute in one hand to look the part and steer anyone clear of offering to get a drink for you, you wandered around the party, looking for a corner to hide in. You knew that it wouldn’t be long until someone chose to spoke to you about your Daddy’s company, or sought out your time to get into business with your family. You were tired and the band had only played one set so far.

You turned your attention to the quartet, noticing that they weren’t the same band your Daddy usually hired. They were all rather tall, yet the one holding the string bass was the tallest. You watched him prepare for their next segment, expertly checking his instrument and then he looked to the drummer who took a seat and lifted his drumsticks on the ready. The pianist loudly cried for them to begin and you listened to their upbeat music, fascinated that they could create such a sound without a single woodwind instrument. They were energetic and unlike the bands that usually played at these parties, they refused to remain in the background, welcoming the clapping from those who gathered around. This spurred on their playing. You smiled, moving closer to the quartet, your gaze shifting from one member to the next. The drummer smiled often, the guitarist was throwing his head back with the rhythm and the pianist grew livelier with the increasing crowd. When you finally looked to the bassist again, you were transfixed. He wasn’t really paying attention to the party; he was lost in the music. You watched his nimble fingers pluck and flick at the strings, creating a unique sound. Soon you weren’t aware of anyone else around you either, the music transporting you to a place that made you float along in ecstasy.

And you hadn’t had a single drop of champagne yet.

When the song ended, the group that surrounded the musicians dispersed except for you. Blinking slowly away from your magical state, you blushed immediately, finding the bassist staring right at you. He smirked and then turned to his band members, promptly ignoring you. You watched his back as your frustration built and you gave him a final glare before stomping off to the garden pergola by the lake. There you sat for the remainder of the party, trying not to give the music that filtered down to where you were any mind.

Except, you were truly captivated.

You replayed the expression on his face over and over, smiling lightly at his passion. You had seen countless people play music over the years, but none seemed to be as engrossed with their art as he had. You wondered what kind of formal training he had, if any.

You hoped that he would teach you at least some.

“Don’t be foolish,” you scolded yourself outwardly, shaking your head. Your mind shifted to the way he had coldly ignored you and your grip on the skirt of your evening dress bunched up in your fist. You let go, only because the embroidered sequins dug into your palm of your hand through your gloves.

“Do you always talk to yourself?” a voice asked, and startled, you turned to see who was there. You blinked once and that smirk he had given you before now returned. “You left the party?”

“I needed fresh air.”

He shrugged and sat down, leaving some room between you both. “The party is outdoors, yet it became stuffy for you, Princess?”

“Prince- I’ll have you know, I’m nothing of the sort!” you spluttered and a chuckle vibrated its way out of him. Even the noises he made were like music to your ears. You glowered at the lake in front of you momentarily before snapping your focus to him. “Why are you here?”

“Well, I didn’t know there was a place off-limits to me.”

“Are you always this condescending?”

He smiled, his gaze amused with your flustered state. “Are you always hiding away?”

You faltered, staring at him and trying to decipher how he had come to that conclusion. He rested back on his elbows, stretching out his impossibly tall frame beside you. Finally, he glanced at your troubled expression. “I didn’t ignore you.”

“Well,” you started, opening your mouth and then closing it when no other words followed. You huffed out a breath and then looked back at the lake. “I wasn’t exactly looking to gain your attention.”

“Really?” he asked, and when you stared in his direction again, his gaze implored you to tell the truth. His infamous smirk crossed his lips again and you struggled with whether you wanted to wipe it away for good, or continue to encourage it to remain there. “Should I go, Princess?”

“Would you stop calling me that, you have no basis to call me that.”

“Aren’t you my boss’ daughter? The one who never enjoys Daddy’s parties?”

You froze, unsure how he knew such a thing. This was his first time performing here. The man grinned at you and gently reached out to finger the edge of your dress. “You’re also the best dressed here. Are you sure you’re not a Princess?”

“I may look the part but I am definitely not afraid to step out of my social status either,” you announced, hiking your chin up in defence. He laughed and you swivelled in your seated position to face him. “Why do you laugh?!”

“I should have ignored you after all. I feel you might be trouble.”

You smiled, triumphant. “And why is that?”

“Because I want to make you prove it,” he said, the humour leaving his handsome features. You stared back at him for a moment, wondering what he would expect from you. And then suddenly, before you truly grappled at the consequences of such a decision, you leaned over and pressed your lips to his.

To say he was surprised was an understatement and you blinked rapidly before yanking away, your cheeks reddening the same shade as your lipstick. For a moment neither of you made a move.

And then he laughed.

He laughed so heartily that it stunned you. But it was so infectious that you began to join in, soon clutching at your sides as they began to ache with your lively gesture. You turned to him. “Why are we laughing?!”

“Because if that’s how you plan to prove to me that you’re not just some rich man’s daughter, I don’t know what else to expect from you,” he replied, reaching out to place a hand on your shoulder so he could settle himself. Once the laughter rippling from within him dried up, he smiled at you, shaking his head incredulously. “Is that truly how you kiss a man?”

“Well, I-”

“Wait, don’t tell me that’s the first time you’ve kissed a person before,” he continued, chuckling along with his statement. You didn’t respond immediately and he hiccupped back his amusement, eyes wide as your silence answered him. “It was?”

“And you just laughed at my first kiss as well,” you grumbled, folding your gloved arms over your chest. “I’ll be forever haunted by this, you know.”

“Really?”

You nodded once.

“Wow, and you gave it to me?” He became still, processing the situation. “What is your name? You kissed someone without knowing who they were.”

“Yet you kissed me back!”

“Hardly!” he remarked, shifting closer to you. “Your name?”

“Y/N.” You looked up at him and sighed. “Surely, you knew it already since you guessed who I was. Everyone in this city knows of my family.”

“Y/N,” he repeated, his smile now genuine. “Surely you should know my name too.”

You glanced at him and then scoffed. “Very funny. I’m sorry to deflate your ego, but tonight is the first time I’ve ever seen or heard of you. I have no name to refer to you by.”

He kissed you then, languid, soft. His hand reached for the side of your neck, cupping it gently as he continued to steal your breath and your heart. You didn’t want this to end, though you began to feel dizzy with the lack of air. When he finally pulled away, he smiled, brushing your hair behind your ear. “That is how you really kiss someone.”

“Without giving a name?” you somehow managed to answer, and he let out a breathy chuckle. Standing up, you watched his steps in confusion, wondering where he would go right now. You stood up yourself, your gaze pleading for him not to leave. He groaned and returned, cupping your face again.

“You’re trouble,” he told you, pecking your swollen lips softly. “And I’m Jungshin.”

“You’ll be in trouble if you leave me here, Jungshin,” you uttered and he gave you an exasperated look. You let out a deep breath. “You can’t just kiss me like that and disappear!”

“And why not? The party’s over. Don’t you need to return to your home? I heard someone calling your name just now.”

You gasped, wondering if it was your maid that had been sent out to collect you like usual. Despite worrying about if you got caught with one of the band, you moved towards Jungshin’s side, looking up at him. “Still, you can’t just disappear.”

“I should have ignored you,” he concluded, shaking his head at himself. He then pointed down the path you both had to take to return back to the garden. “Do you know what happens when you perform well at an event, Y/N?”

“You get paid well?” you guessed and he smirked, shaking his head and taking your hand in his. “Your ego inflates from how many people clapped for you?”

He laughed. “You get asked to return and play again. So am I really disappearing for good? Even if I weren’t playing here again next weekend, I’d find a way to get back to you, don’t worry. I don’t just kiss anyone.”

You smiled, his hand that held yours letting go so he could head back before you. As you watched Jungshin move out of your view, you knew that whilst you were over how parties had previously been, you now had something to look forward to for the next one.

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It’s In The Books

Summary: Even after all this time of dating Jungshin, he’s still leaving you notes in books and stealing them from out under your nose.

Pairing: Lee Jungshin x reader

Genre: college library au / fluff

A/N: dedicated to B at @noona-clock. Happy birthday B! I decided to revisit the request I did for you with Jungshin. I hope this brings a smile to your face and that you’ve had a great birthday!

**This is from the Next In Line world previously created. You can read it HERE

 Word count: 1189

You finally found him within the bustling library environment, a small huff of air departing you as you narrowed your gaze on him.

Jungshin had done it again.

You weren’t normally a petty person, especially when it came to your boyfriend. He didn’t always make it easy on you to love him either. He was as determined as you were when it came to your studies and dating you hadn’t softened this in any way. Sure, he would often copy pages he thought you would need for your assignments and you would email him resources you found during your part-time job helping in the library archives. You both had a mutual understanding that helping each other with notes would assist you both in succeeding. And this had worked throughout your entire university degree so far.

You knew better than to let him know which books you wanted to hire out though. After your incident over the textbook you had both booked out in your second year of being a history student, you hadn’t faced too many crossovers towards the information you needed. Because you had a well-oiled system.

Or so you thought.

Storming over to him, you saw the small smile that played on his lips when he noticed your arrival. It irked you further and you placed your hands on your hips. “Why.”

“Why what?”

“You know I needed those three texts for my thesis. I need to get through the second third of my paper and those books are vital. I know it’s you who rented them out,” you explained, sounding calmer than you felt. Until you saw all three texts you required sitting on the table beside him. You grumbled. “You’re not even writing the same concept as I am on the American Revolution so why do you have my books?!”

Jungshin smirked and kept trailing his pencil over the segment in the book he was reading. You huffed at his avoidance.

“Jungshin!” you whined and his hand moved to pull the chair beside him out and then pointed at it. You sat down heavily and blinked rapidly when he yanked both you and the chair closer to himself.

He finally looked at you and smiled. “You’re always so cute when you’re worked up, you know?”

“I’m not in the mood to be cute to you, I need those books.”

“Mm, I know.”

“So, why do you have them?” you asked, feeling some of your annoyance seep away when he slung his arm over the back of your chair. He always smelt ridiculously good and you couldn’t help but inhale his cologne with a relaxing sigh.

He was affecting you again.

“Well, I figured since my girlfriend is so stressed out about her thesis that I should help her.”

“This isn’t helping. This is the complete opposite of helping. I need to have those books for some time to complete this portion of my thesis.”

Jungshin nodded. “I know.”

“Return them so I can hire them out,” you instructed and Jungshin sighed as he placed down his pencil. “I can’t miss this opportunity in my schedule to get it all done.”

“I hired them out for you,” he explained and you frowned. “I figured if someone so much as stole your texts out from under you again you’d combust. So, I hired them out for you. And, if you request to hire them now, you’ll be next in line and able to peruse them for double the time.”

You blinked again. “You did this all for me?”

“And you think I only consider what I need all the time. I’m offended, Y/N.”

“You really aren’t playing with me?” you asked cautiously, leaning over to the books on the table. “I know you, there’s always a catch.”

“Mm, maybe there is one,” he admitted with a small smile, diverting his gaze from your hesitant focus, whilst reaching down for his bag. He placed his things away in it and then turned to kiss the side of your head. “I’ve got to get to my tutorial I’m running for Professor Jung. I’ll see you soon?”

“Yeah,” you breathed in farewell, looking at the books on the table curiously. Several years ago when you had received a handout like this from Jungshin, he had left you notes and his number. It was how you started your relationship. Slowly, you reached forward for the first text, flipping through the pages for any handwriting that you recognised as your boyfriend’s. You didn’t find anything, and moved onto the second, coming up empty there too. You scoffed at your notion of finding something important inside these textbooks. You almost abandoned looking at the third but you humoured your foolishness once more, reaching for the final book and flipping through.

A sheet of paper fell out and you picked it up hastily, reading a room number from the history department printed in Jungshin’s handwriting. You collected the books and slipped them into your bag before heading out of the library and up to the third floor where the small tutorial rooms were located. Did he mean to leave you the note in the book? Was it just a coincidence that it was in there waiting for you? You tried to squash your doubt. You knew Jungshin enjoyed leaving you little trails to follow to get closer to him. You hoped there would be meaning for your trip to the classroom.

You frowned to find the small window in the door covered and you couldn’t check if a class was in session in there. Listening in for any voices, you felt it would be safe to enter after knocking softly on the door.

And then you stopped dead in the entrance.

Jungshin glanced up at your arrival with a shy grin. “It didn’t take you long.”

“What’s all this?” you breathed, noticing a cake, drinks and balloons decorating the front table. Jungshin pointed to the whiteboard where he had pulled down the screen and projected a powerpoint presentation onto. It soon started to move and the words Happy Birthday Y/N turned up on the slide.

You laughed, of course it would be just like this. A student-teacher using all his classroom tools to present you with a birthday present. Jungshin moved over to you and guided you gently to a chair he had pulled out. You sat down and looked at everything around you.

“First you hire out my books for me and now you’re spoiling me like this? Is there anything you can’t do to make me swoon further?” you asked, blinking back your overwhelmed emotions.

Jungshin sat down beside you and leaned in to kiss you softly. He then smiled. “I’m not sure but I’m glad I have many years ahead of me to keep trying to make you fall even more for me.”

“It will be impossible for you to top this,” you murmured and Jungshin smirked slyly. “What, I’m being honest! This is just so sweet of you.”

“I haven’t proposed to you yet. Are you saying I won’t be able to do better than this when that time comes?”

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Office Blues: Epilogue

The finale to our collaboration series!

Genre: Office!AU

Pairing: CNBLUE x You

By Admin B & @cramelot

Read the series here: Jungshin, Minhyuk, Jonghyun, Yonghwa

Yonghwa

“I told you we didn’t have time to drop my stuff off at your place,” you playfully nagged as Yonghwa drove the two of you to your first official date.

“Well, who knows how long the reception will go. I didn’t want you to have to worry about unpacking after a long evening. PLUS this way we can kick off the sleepover as soon as we’re home!”

“Hey!” you said, shoving your elbow across the console of the car and into Yonghwa’s ribs, making him laugh and grab your hand.

He twined your fingers together and rapped out a beat to the song on the radio with your hands on his knee. You looked out the window at the city that had slowly begun feeling like home to you since that first moment you’d touched down at the airport. Thinking back to around three months ago, your gaze shifted to the man in the driver’s seat.

You had the same thought you had on the first day you’d met him. All dressed up in a black tux for the wedding, he was undeniably handsome. And he was all yours.

At least, I think he’s mine? you thought, realizing that after months of late night phone calls and plans for the future, you guys hadn’t actually confirmed any relationship titles. I mean he invited you to a wedding for your first date and you already had things at his place, so that meant you were boyfriend and girlfriend, right?

Your brows started to knit together as your mind kept confusing yourself with your own situation. You lightly rubbed at your forehead, making Yonghwa look over at you.

“Is everything okay?” he said, pulling your hand up to his lips for a quick kiss.

But instead of pulling you out of your thoughts, that actually made it worse. Because the two of you hadn’t kissed yet either. You’d been traveling for some other clients, hence all the late night phone calls. So if you were on your first date, hadn’t kissed, and hadn’t clarified your relationship, were you even in one yet?

Pulling up in front of the venue, you pulled your hand back so you could unbuckle. Still stuck in your own thoughts, you missed Yonghwa hopping out of the car and running around to your side to open your door until he was already helping you out of the car.

Placing his hands on your shoulders, he made you look him in the eyes.

“Y/N, what’s going through your mind right now? Where are you?”

“I just am a little bit confused I guess,” you answered, shying away from explaining yourself but, when you saw his own brows knitting together, you knew you had to be straight with him.

“I just started thinking ‘what are we?’ I mean we’ve been talking on the phone as much as we could for months now. I’m your date to a wedding and my stuff is at your place, but we’ve only ever actually been around each other for a few weeks? Are we dating? Are we flirting? I don’t do this so I’m just not really sure -”

Abruptly, Yonghwa pulled you to him and pressed his lips to yours, stalling your brain and silencing your motor mouth. They were sweetly soft as the plucked against yours. He didn’t move to deepen the kiss, only seemed to be enjoying breathing you in.

You had clutched at the lapels on his jacket, so hard in fact that when he began to move back you had moved right with him, eyes closed, chasing after his lips. With a chuckle, he obliged and moved back in for another quick peck before separating the two of you.

He pulled your hands from his jacket, only to hold them both in one of his while his other hand brushed under your eye and across your cheek.

“I’m sorry if I hadn’t made my intentions clear.” he started, looking you sincerely in the eyes. “I want you to be my girlfriend. Not just because you are intelligent and beautiful and kind and independent, but because who else is going to get my blanket obsession and tease me about how I look at myself in mirrors?”

You laughed at his quirky version of a confession. But I mean with the way he’d asked you on your first date, you shouldn’t be surprised.

You pulled one of your hands out to fix the little bit of your lipstick that had smeared on a corner of his lips and Yonghwa playfully chased your finger to kiss the pad of it as you pulled your hand back.

“Well, then I guess that clears things up for me. We should probably head inside to grab our seats now,” you said, starting to walk away with a smirk.

“Wait!” Yonghwa said, catching up to you. “So are you my girlfriend? Really?”

Reaching down to grab his hand and pull him along, you turned to the side and gave him a smile.

“Yes, Yonghwa, I’ll be your girlfriend.”

Jonghyun

There it was. The music you’d picked out to play as you walked down the aisle.

All of your bridesmaids had already strolled down ahead of you, and now it was your turn. If Jonghyun hadn’t been waiting down at the other end of that stretch of carpet, you probably wouldn’t be able to work up the nerve to do it.

Your heart was pounding, your palms were sweating - you were fairly sure your bouquet of flowers was going to slide right out of your hands - and it was a very real possibility that your shaking legs were not going to make it all the way to the altar.

But knowing the love of your life would be there to greet you gave you the strength you needed to put one foot in front of the other. God, that sounded cheesy, but… it had always been that way. Ever since you’d met him, he’d made you a better person. And he would argue (very calmly and sweetly) that you had done the same for him. Why else would you be marrying each other, pledging to spend your lives together for as long as you could?

When the doors opened, you took a deep breath. You looked up, your eyes immediately finding Jonghyun’s, and although you weren’t quite close enough… you could tell he was crying. Or, at the very least, he was tearing up. So, of course, you teared up. And by the time you’d made it to him, a tear had slipped out and was now trailing delicately down your cheek.

Jonghyun reached up to wipe it away, a watery smile tugging at his lips as you quickly handed your bouquet off to your maid of honor.

“You look so beautiful,” Jonghyun whispered, taking your hands and squeezing them gently.

“Yeah, except you’re going to ruin my makeup.”

He let out a whisper of a chuckle, shaking his head slightly just before the officiant began to speak.

“Ladies and gentleman, we are gathered here today to celebrate the union of two souls…”

All throughout the ceremony, you found you kept holding your breath. As if you weren’t sure this was actually real, and if you breathed too much, you would wake up.

But Jonghyun’s hands were really holding yours. His eyes were really gazing at you. His smile was as bright and sparkling as ever. His words of love, his vows, rang through your ears so powerfully that you were certain they’d never leave your memory. There was no way this was a dream.

And then the cold metal on your finger. “I now pronounce you husband and wife.” The kiss. The applause. The music.

All of a sudden, you were holding your bouquet again and walking back down the aisle. Though, this time, Jonghyun was by your side. Not as your boyfriend or your fiancé, but as your husband. Officially.

“Okay, we’re married now,” you said in slight disbelief as the photographer began directing you where to go. 

“Yeah,” Jonghyun said softly, the smirk on his lips undeniably adorable. “We are.”

You could no longer hold back your excitement at the prospect of actually, finally being married, so you let out a squeal as you stood on your toes and threw your arms around Jonghyun’s neck. He caught you easily, of course, squeezing and hugging you tightly.

“I love you so much,” he whispered into your ear. “I can’t wait to spend forever with you.”

And there went your tears again. 

Good thing your makeup artist hadn’t left yet.

Minhyuk

You couldn’t remember the last time a smile had hurt your face so much. Ever since the “I now pronounce you husband and wife” bit you had been grinning like a fool. You were sure you had been the very first to start clapping as the couple walked back down the aisle because you could barely contain yourself.

And Minhyuk? He was right there with you.

When the two of you had stood up at your reception table to applaud as the happy couple walked in, he had been nudging you in the side while laughing because honestly, he was just as excited as you were.

Throughout the reception, you had been walking around introducing him to all of your coworkers. They all fawned over him but Minhyuk was good about continuously keeping his arm around your waist and bragging about you. Most people would think he was posing as the enamored boyfriend, but really that was just how he was all the time.

He always liked touching you in some way when you were out in public (and a whole different way when it was just the two of you at home but that was a whole nother part of his teasing flirty personality you could not let yourself think of at a wedding). The two of you just couldn’t get enough of each other, as cliche as it sounded.

Since your first date, every weekend without fail you’d met up for movies, day trips, picnics, amusement parks, laser tag, a park fair, you name it! And in the evenings, Minhyuk almost always was waiting outside Code Name for you so you could go to each other’s places or out for dinner and drinks (and dancing!)

You were both young and full of energy and it showed. From couple tees to Eskimo kisses, you both enjoyed doing the mushy romantic things. And the best part? Minhyuk would still bring you treats at work! Only now you rewarded him with cheek kisses along with waters or teas depending on the weather.

And because you guys were practically inseparable, most of your coworkers had seen him around even if they hadn’t officially met him. So when you were properly introducing him at the wedding, your face was constantly red as coworkers kept bringing up all the times they had seen the two of you flirt at the company. And Minhyuk was eating it all up, glad that everyone not only knew who he was, but also that he was with you.

“Alright, I’d like to see all the unmarried females on the dancefloor for the toss of the bridal bouquet!”

You popped up on your toes to give Minhyuk a quick kiss and then took off for the floor. You loved weddings and even more you loved flowers, so of course, you were going to try and go for the bouquet.

Everyone was crowding around and, as the bouquet came flying, everyone jumped. But you thrust out your elbows to give yourself some space. Two of you seemed to grab it, you say seemed to because you immediately yanked so that the bouquet was all yours.

The whole crowd laughed as you turned to wave the bouquet around in Minhyuk’s direction, but instead of seeing him laugh at you, he just seemed to be giving you a look.

The look.

The look of someone who has something big on their minds.

You walked up to him, wiggling your eyebrows slightly trying to make him laugh.“What’s going on in that head of yours, Minhyuk?” you said, raising the hand not holding the bouquet to smooth down a stray eyebrow hair of his, then trailing your finger down his cheek only to leave your hand resting on his shoulder.

Wrapping his arms around your waist, he pulled you closer until the only thing separating you was the bouquet.

“It just hit me all of a sudden.”

“What did?”

“Your smile.”

“My smile? Minhyuk what is going on with you?”

You saw him take a deep breath before he said something that took your own breath away.“I just realized it’s a smile I could look at for the rest of my life. That’s all.”

You couldn’t think of how to respond, because you knew that whatever you said now couldn’t match up to his sweet words. So you did the only thing you could think of.

You kissed him, starting to realize you could smile with him for the rest of your life too.

Jungshin

It didn’t matter who it was getting married - you always cried. Anyone who didn’t know you well would be shocked to see the tears in your eyes; you were so quiet and reserved, and you barely ever showed your emotions on your face. Your heart was most decidedly not on your sleeve.

But Jungshin did know you well. You’d been dating for almost six months, and you spent time together practically every day. It was one of the benefits of working for the same company.

As you sniffled away a tear, you felt Jungshin’s hand come to rest on your shoulder, squeezing it gently in reassurance.

“Sorry,” you whispered guiltily, rolling your eyes at yourself. “The first dance always gets me.”

Jungshin simply chuckled softly and leaned in to press a kiss to your temple. You were more than grateful to have him in your life, more than you’d ever imagined when you’d simply had a crush on him. He was… pretty much the perfect guy for you. It was amazing but kind of scary at the same time.

The DJ came through the speaker then, inviting any couples to join the newlyweds on the dance floor. 

Normally, you would refuse. You weren’t a dancer, and you didn’t like to be the center of attention. But when Jungshin stood and held his hand out to you… you couldn’t say ‘no.’ You still felt your cheeks warming as your boyfriend led you onto the dance floor, though.

“Don’t worry,” Jungshin murmured as he took you into his arms, his hand resting on the small of your back. “There’s a bunch of other couples up here, too. No one’s looking at you… except me.”

Of course, this made your cheeks warm even more, but that had most certainly been Jungshin’s intention when he’d said that. He was cheeky like that sometimes. You actually loved that about him.

“Thank you,” you said softly after a few moments of dancing in comfortable silence (save for the music).

“For what?” he murmured, pulling you just a little bit closer.

“For… being you. For being my wedding date. For being mine. For all of it.”

“You’re welcome.” Jungshin leaned in to press his forehead to yours and let out a soft, contented sigh.

You closed your eyes, drinking in this moment and burning it into your brain. But your thoughts were interrupted by his own “Thank you.”

“Thank me?” you asked in slight confusion.

“Thank you for being claustrophobic.”

“What?!” you laughed. “What are you talking about?”

“If you hadn’t panicked when we got stuck in that elevator, you probably wouldn’t have confessed. And I was too stupid to figure it out on my own --”

“Hey, that’s not --”

“So thank you for being claustrophobic. And for being beautiful and funny and smart and caring and helpful and thoughtful and --”

“Okay, okay!” you chuckled. “I get it, you don’t have to --”

“I love you.”

Those three words, spoken so softly but so confidently, stopped you in your tracks. Your mouth hung open, slightly agape. Your heart forgot how to beat. And you thought you had lost all power to talk, but all of a sudden, you heard yourself.

“I love you, too.”

The smile which appeared on Jungshin’s lips started your heart back up again, and a smile grew on your own lips.

“I love you, too,” you repeated. And you realized… you’d never said it so easily before. In the past, you’d always been too anxious or had completely overthought the situation. But right now, the words left your lips as if they’d simply been waiting, ready to say to him at a moment’s notice.

Jungshin leaned in and pressed his lips to yours; you could feel his smile, and your heart actually soared. You’d liked Jungshin for two years, yes, but you honestly never thought he could make you this happy.

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Next In Line

Summary: You had waited long enough to get the textbook you needed to start your essay but you kept being next in line thanks to Lee Jungshin.

Characters: Lee Jungshin x reader

Genre: college library au / fluff

A/N: Thanks so much for your request and patience, B (@noona-clock​)! I know you requested a library au and I had to include your love for American History in there so I set it in a college library! I hope this still fulfils your request well enough for you! Thanks for your endless support Xxx

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It wasn’t often that you felt like you had everything on track as a student.

Most of the time you were fighting through exhaustion and being overworked to get every assignment in on time. Last semester had been such a nightmare that you were not looking forward to the new one, worrying about whether you would get everything done now that your hours at work had increased too. But by some miracle, you had adopted a schedule that allowed for optimal study and you were suddenly ahead for the first time ever in your degree.

It was as if you had finally learned what it was like to get through life successfully. And now that you were ahead, you wanted to remain that way. You had just received your essay questions in your American Revolution lecture and thankfully one of the topics you had hoped for was a proposed question which gave you the motivation to get started now.

You didn’t exactly like writing essays but you did enjoy this course a lot. You were already pumped about researching the topic right away, heading into the university library and into the high demand book section. You knew the three texts that you required were in there after checking the library app on your walk across campus and all three were marked as available.

Of course, because no one else was going to start their essay a month early like you.

After finding the first two, the specific text that you knew from an earlier study in the course that held a lot of content for your question was surprisingly not in the section. You checked your app again, frowning when it said it was still available. Knowing no one could leave the high demand book section without borrowing the book, you glanced around to see if any of your classmates were at the tables along the wall. You didn’t recognise anyone and frowned.

I guess I can always start with these two, you thought to yourself before letting go of your minor frustration, heading over to check out your books so you could begin researching.

The book wasn’t there when you went to leave a few hours later and it appeared checked out later that evening. You didn’t want to be petty about it even though you really needed the book to continue your preparation. The other two were already helpful but you knew there was more content in the elusive text. Since the book had to be returned within three days this settled some of your anxiety over it and you had requested to be the next in line, feeling at ease that the current borrower couldn’t renew it on top of you.

But when you went to pick it up it wasn’t back in yet.

“Are you sure it’s not waiting to be scanned as returned?” you asked, hopeful, and the librarian went over to the bin, returning with a shake of her head.

“It shouldn’t be too long,” she mentioned and you nodded softly, checking your phone for the time as you had a class to get to. You waited for ten more minutes before dashing out, hoping you could find the time to head back before work.

Your lecture ran late and so you couldn’t return back to the library right after as you had to rush to work, so you went first thing in the morning, seeing it sitting on the front shelf waiting to be picked up from your request. You picked up the book right as another hand gripped on, your eyes shifting to see who would be grabbing your textbook.

You couldn’t help the light blush that grew upon your cheeks even if your eyes were still scrutinising him for trying to take what wasn’t his.

It was so unfair that Lee Jungshin was doing this to you.

“What are you doing?” he asked softly, tilting his head and looking at your hand on the book briefly before continuing his sentence. “You can’t take books that are on hold.”

“I could say the same thing to you, I’m next in line.”

He frowned, his eyes travelling to the book once more and smiled. Was he flirting with you? His hand was currently over yours and all semester long you had been on and off with bantering with the tall student. It wasn’t your usual type of thing to do, knowing that dating is what every college student dreamed of but you had no room in your schedule to exactly hold a stable social life with all the studying your papers demanded. All the same, he made you feel different when you were with him, his outgoing nature somehow encouraging your introverted self to be more outspoken and not just because you were passionate about the American Revolution as a subject.

Right now though, words were failing you because his hand was over yours, and well, now that you were staring at his hand you wanted to keep staring. If you had lifted your eyes to the slip sticking out of the book though, you could have saved yourself some embarrassment from seeing his smile whilst holding you like that.

“Y/N,” he started and you nodded, gazing up at him in a dreamy daze, wondering where the independent and hard to distract version of you had gone. He grinned and you bit at your bottom lip. “The book is mine.”

This derailed your romanticising and you let out an indignant scoff. “Listen, Jungshin I–”

His free hand tapped on the docket sticking out the top. Your eyes shifted to it, narrowing at seeing the wrong name there. It certainly wasn’t yours. And as you tried to understand why it didn’t have all the correct letters there, you realised it was someone else’s name entirely.

Lee Jungshin.

His smile was triumphant and in your stunned state, he reached to pull the book away. You jerked with the action and your hand gripped on tighter, his smile disappearing. “What are you doing, let go!”

“There’s a mistake, I was next in line, the app said so!”

Jungshin yanked on the book and being taller helped him take it higher than you could really handle, knowing you wouldn’t be able to maintain such a good grip on it for much longer. If you weren’t so worked up, you wouldn’t allow either of you to treat a textbook in such a manner but desperate times meant you weren’t going to let go.

Even if you had to stand on the tips of your toes.

“Y/N, let go.”

“I waited three days for this book, Jungshin!” you mentioned with a bit of exertion, cursing inwardly at how at ease his body was compared to yours. You were certain you were red in the face now, though perhaps it had to do with the annoyance just as much as the challenge he was presenting. “I am entitled to use the book for my three days now.”

“The essay isn’t even due for a month, why are you so rushed?”

You shot him a dark look. “Then why do you want it?”

“Because I want to get ahead.”

“I am already ahead, but I need this text to continue my preparation,” you countered and he lowered his arm a little, moving closer to you. It took more strength than it should to keep a hold of the text and breathe at the same time.  

“Then you should let me borrow it first.”

“No!”

“What exactly is going on here?” another voice asked and you both snapped apart, looking at the man in front of you. It was then that you realised the book wasn’t in your grasp and you whined.

“There’s been a mistake, I was next in the system and even received an alert that I could collect my book today, yet you’ve assigned it to the next person in line,” you explained, and then gasped to find Jungshin over at the borrowing station, placing his student ID under the scanner. “Hey!”

Jungshin swiftly borrowed the book before you could stop him and smiled down at you smugly. Turning to the librarian he held out the docket that had been sitting in the book to him and then walked off, leaving you staring after him with murderous intent.

There had been a mistake, so the librarian insisted. And whilst you agreed with him, it was discovered you had been let down by the system and not by the injustice from a fellow student. Jungshin’s position had always been ahead of yours. It hadn’t shown up on the library app that there was another person in front of you and you shouldn’t have received the alert to pick up the book.

To make matters worse, two more people were now in line as you had been erased in the mix-up. The librarian couldn’t even honour your original spot. You cursed the failure of technology and library rules; of there only being one text available in your school and that you couldn’t buy it outright online anymore.

You went from feeling in control to desperate.

Rationally, you knew it was early days. But you had worked so hard to keep on track and ahead in schedule all term long that this felt like a signal that you weren’t far from heading back to how last semester panned out.

So now it seemed much larger of a problem than it actually was.

You tried to make the most of it all the same. Studying all other textbooks and online e-books that held some information, you tried to grasp at whatever you could until the book was ready for you. But it was useless and the longer you struggled, the darker your mood got. When you saw Jungshin studying in the library on the last day of his allocated borrow of the book, you walked right up to him and gave him the most desperate expression you could muster.

It wasn’t faked because you were desperate.

He eyed you warily, turning back to the text in front of him. You noticed it was the book you needed and clenched your hands up so you wouldn’t instinctively steal it from him. You didn’t even understand how you were acting like this right now.

“What do you want?”

“Let me borrow it for twenty minutes,” you pleaded and his eyebrow shot up. “I’ll go and photocopy all that I need to from it and then you can have it back.”

“But then I’ll lose twenty minutes of my allotted time.”

You groaned. “Because of you, I now have to wait for two more people to borrow it first because your name knocked me out of the system!”

“Was it me or a computer’s fault?” he questioned, not even glancing at you. “Y/N, I never knew you to be so petty like this and over a book too.”

You bit back your immediately formed insult and smiled as best as you could. “Please, Jungshin. It would really mean a lot to me and I’ll be as quick as I can be.”

He sighed heavily and you became hopeful he was caving. He nodded and smiled back at you. “Well, since you asked so nicely, I guess there’s only one thing to do.”

Your hand outstretched for the book now in his but he lifted it up over you as he stood up, walking towards a row of copiers. You followed along like a puppy following your master, frowning when he bypassed them too. And then he went right to the returns, slotting the book through the gap and turned back to you with a smirk in place.

You were going to kill him.

Two days later, you were seated in the library surrounded by books for another paper you had received and thankfully this one had better accessible research materials. You were invested in getting this one planned out and underway before your American Revolution one, knowing that part of your incessant need to get it finished was to feel back on track again. You weren’t going to cut corners though just because you wanted it to get through this, you still wouldn’t hand in anything less than worthy of your efforts.

So when someone sat down next to you, you were too busy taking down notes to see who it was. It wasn’t uncommon for students to take empty seats with random people when it was as busy as it was today but when they nudged you it was obvious they knew you and wanted your attention. Your best friend wasn’t on campus today so you turned to see who was beside you.

As soon as your gaze connected with Jungshin’s face you sighed, looking back down at your work and ignored him. Yet he nudged you again and you hissed at his annoying approach to get your attention. “What?”

“Testy,” he surmised and you didn’t answer him, because you were still furious with him.

Handsome or not, he was a jerk.

A couple of minutes passed before he sighed heavily, his hand moving into your line of vision. “Y/N.”

“Go away, I’m busy.”

“Are you sure you really want to send me away?” You glanced up then; there was something in his tone that enticed you even if you were mad with him.

“Why?”

“I mean, having company as you study is nice right?” he continued and you groaned. You had fallen for his teasing again.

“Jungshin I really need to focus on getting this essay underway because I can’t get my othe–”

A stack of paper was in his hand and he dropped it in front of you then, your eyes scanning the front page of it before you picked it up, flicking through it all. You glanced up at Jungshin, surprised. “This is the information I need.”

“I felt bad for you with the mix up so I went through the book, found all the information we needed and took a copy for us both. I was going to give it to you but then you came at me looking the way you did and well, it was too easy to play with you.”

“I want to hate you still,” you muttered and he chuckled. “But I’m just so relieved I don’t have to wait any longer, thank you Jungshin.”

“I went ahead and wrote some notes down as I studied on my copy before copying yours so feel free to use them if you like,” he mentioned and with a wave he was off again, leaving you reeling from his act of kindness.

It was the push and pull you were used to from the tall man now and right now you couldn’t help but grin at the paper in your hand, the rush of your emotions changing from the encounter.

He was still a jerk, but a thoughtful one.

You stopped studying for your other essay to take a quick look through the copied text, reading over his notes in the margin and agreeing with most of them. You were halfway through when you stopped and read the one at the top of the next page, he hadn’t written anything up there until now.

If you need help with my notes, feel free to call me. I have a lot to say on a few topics with you.

The message ended with his number and you read it over a few times, biting back your excitement.

You felt the weight of your burdens lift off. You had the required parts of the text and you didn’t have to stress anymore. Now you could prepare both essays with time to spare. Jungshin had played with you and whilst you weren’t exactly fully ready to forgive him, you knew some of it did stem from your irrational behaviour.

Not that you were willing to admit that to him just yet.

But you did have some pressing questions about some of the content missing from his notes. The ones about how he felt about you.

Because you were certain you needed to learn all about them too.

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Drabble Game: A Bar

A bar and 1950s au genre with Lee Jungshin please

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Genre: 1950′s!AU

Pairing: Jungshin x You

By Admin B

You let out a sigh as you slid onto the bar stool, lifting your hand slightly to catch the bartender’s attention. You thought he saw you, but when he came over... he walked right by.

“Excuse me,” you called out, lifting your hand again.

But still, he either ignored you or didn’t hear.

“Excu --”

“What would you like?” a voice beside you asked.

You jumped a little, shifting your gaze to the person - a man - sitting next to you.

“Oh... um, rum and coke,” you told him with a slightly furrowed brow.

The man, who you could now see was actually quite handsome, lifted his hand. The bartender, of course, stopped what he was doing and came over.

“A rum and coke for the lady,” the man said, nodding toward you.

Once the bartender was on his way, you shot the man a bit of a shy, awkward smile. “Thanks,” you told him.

“No sweat,” he replied, mirroring your smile.

You sat there in silence for a few minutes, your hands fidgeting nervously in your lap as you waited for your drink. And when the bartender finally brought it to you, you wasted no time in taking a rather large sip.

“...Long day?” the man asked with a soft chuckle.

“Long date,” you corrected. “I, uh, just had a blind date at the restaurant across the street, and it... well...”

“Didn’t go too well, I’m guessing.”

“No,” you smirked. And then you angled your body to face this man a little more, stirring your drink with the tiny straw absently. “What... what about you?”

The man let out a sigh, throwing back the last of his own drink before answering you. “Just don’t feel like going home yet.”

“Your wife and kids not letting you get any peace and quiet?” you asked.

“No,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “No, the opposite. Too much peace and quiet. No wife, no kids. No nothing.”

Ah, so he was a lonely one.

Interesting.

“I’m Y/N, by the way,” you told him as you held out your gloved hand to him.

He looked at your hand for a second before taking it, shaking it gently. “Jungshin.”

“So, Jungshin... what do you do?” You took a sip of your drink, raising your eyebrows over at him and awaiting his answer.

“I’m an Ad Man,” he said casually.

“Oh, really?” You tried not to sound too impressed, even though you were. Working for an advertising company had become the hot new thing these days. “Which company?”

“Sterling Cooper.”

“No way!” you chuckled. “My friend, Joan, works there. Do you know her?”

“I think everyone in the office knows Joan,” Jungshin replied with a slight smirk. “She’s kind of hard to miss.”

The two of you spent the next hour or so talking about Joan and his work and your work and your blind date and his lack of blind dates and then, somehow, you were making dinner plans for tomorrow night.

Jungshin helped you put your coat on before accompanying you out the door, holding it open for you as you stepped out into the dark New York night.

“Do you come to this bar often?” he asked, sliding his hands into the pockets of his tailored pants. “I swear, that’s not a pick-up line.”

“No,” you chuckled, feeling your cheeks warm. You weren’t sure if it was because of his eyes gazing at you or because of the two rum and cokes you’d had...

“Okay, good,” he murmured. “Because if I’ve been missing you all this time...”

You hid a goofy smile as you took a step closer to him, your gaze focused on the ground. “No, I actually don’t get out much. But... tonight... I’m glad I did.”

You lifted your eyes to look up at him, just now realizing how tall he really was.

“See you tomorrow?” he asked softly.

You nodded, even though you knew it was crazy to go out on a date with a guy you’d just met in a bar.

But... I don’t know. It just felt right.

“Say ‘hi’ to Joan for me,” you murmured with a slight smirk.

Jungshin chuckled, though he still nodded, even throwing in a sly wink at you. And as you headed off toward the nearest Subway station, you had the strangest urge to find that guy you’d gone on the blind date with. You felt like you needed to thank him for being so boring and sexist and just plain awful. 

Because if he hadn’t, you wouldn’t have needed a drink.

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Something’s Brewing ❄️☕

Genre: Coffee Shop!AU

Pairing: Jungshin x You

By Admin B

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12

It was a messy top knot, thick scarf, glasses kind of day. The chilly, drizzly weather outside on this dreary Tuesday wouldn’t allow for anything else. 

Even though it was chilly and drizzly, the clouds and sky both a dusty shade of gray, you had to get out of the house. You were working on your final paper for the semester, and the walls of your apartment had become far too confining; you needed space and a cozy atmosphere to help you concentrate. 

So, obviously, you were headed to your favorite coffee shop, The Grind. 

Whenever you needed a change in scenery while working on homework (or your latest idea for a romance novel), The Grind was your go-to. It was small but not too small; you could always find a cozy armchair or table for one. It was busy but not too busy; you always felt welcome and never claustrophobic. The staff was friendly and knew you by name. And they made the best chai tea latte you had ever tasted.

When you opened the door to the local establishment, you were greeted by the familiar sights and smells of a coffee shop. The place was always filled with a warmth from the hot beverages and the burning fire in the small, stone fireplace located in one corner. 

Although you didn't drink coffee, the aroma never failed to comfort you, and, weirdly enough, you found you were able to concentrate better when you were surrounded by this particular smell.

You took your place in the line, about four people deep, clutching at the straps of your backpack. You had come so many times you no longer even pretended to look at the menu, and you usually only had to show your face to the employee at the register to place your order. Today was no different. As you stepped up to the counter, you smiled at Seungyoon and handed him your debit card.

“How much longer in the semester?” he asked, keying in your chai tea latte before swiping your card.

“I'm working on my last assignment due next Monday,” you told him, letting out a little sigh of relief.

“And you only have one semester left, right?”

“Yep! Graduating in May!” you beamed, unable to contain your excitement. It seemed like you had been in school for so long because...well, you had been. You'd gone to college right after high school, and you'd gone to grad school right after college. So, really, you had been going to school every year since you were five. At this point, it would be weird to not be in school.

“You'll still come in here after you graduate, right?” Seungyoon teased, smirking a little as he handed your card back.

“Of course!”

“Oh! By the way... Jiyong quit.”

Your jaw dropped. “What?!”

“Yeah, he found a job at a record label, apparently.”

“Ahhh, okay. That makes sense.” While Jiyong had been a wonderful manager at The Grind, his passion and talent had belonged to music, specifically rap, so no one could blame him or be surprised at this turn of events. “So, do you have a new manager yet?”

“Yeah, he just started yesterday. You'll probably see him around. He's really tall, you can't miss him. And he's into music, too, which is kind of weird.”

You just frowned a little, saying goodbye to Seungyoon before heading toward a table. As you sat down, you thought about how strange it was going to be without Jiyong. He'd been the manager for at least four years, and you could no longer imagine The Grind without him. He was quiet but also powerful, and he had a certain way with people. Plus, he was pretty good-looking. It certainly wouldn't be quite the same with him gone.

You let out a sigh as you opened your laptop, your frown deepening when you came face-to-face with your paper. You were supposed to write ten pages on how the Civil War affected American society, and so far all you had was “When a war is fought among a country’s own citizens, the society of said country is certain to feel a large and lasting impact both economically and socially.” One sentence. A sentence you were fairly proud of, but still only one sentence. You had a lot of work to do.

Your drink arrived as you were in the middle of opening up some of your sources, but your gaze shifted from your computer screen to the employee when you heard an unfamiliar voice say “One chai tea latte for Y/N.”

This must be the new manager because the guy who set your mug down was someone with whom you were unfamiliar. He was certainly tall, and Seungyoon had mentioned such a fact…

“Thanks,” you replied, trying to smile but finding your shyness was getting in the way. Seungyoon had mentioned he was tall and into music, but he hadn't mentioned how cute he was. His facial features were all kind of large but somehow proportionate, fitting his face perfectly. His hair was dark and shiny and it swept over his forehead just so. His skin was quite possibly the smoothest, most radiant skin you had ever seen - not just for a guy, for anyone. And his smile (for he was smiling at you now) was so cute. It made you want to hear him laugh.

“You're very welcome. I'm Jungshin, the new manager. If there's anything you need, just let me know.”

Um, how about your number?

“Okay, I will. Thanks.”

Jungshin nodded, still smiling, before heading to another customer-filled table. Once he was out of earshot, you spotted Seungyoon nearby and hissed his name.

Seungyoon slid into the chair across from you as you closed your laptop. “What's up?”

“Ummmmmmmmmm….the new manager is dreamy.”

“Really?” Seungyoon stretched his neck to find where Jungshin was in the shop, his brow furrowing when he spotted him. “I mean, I guess he's a good-looking guy…”

“What else do you know about him? Is he single?”

“I have no idea… Want me to find out?”

“Yes! But don't mention me!”

“Of course I won't. We’re not in middle school,” he smirked. “I really don't know much else about him except he's tall, he's in a band, and he's our new manager.”

“Find out more about his band.” You would have to research them and find out if they had any gigs.

“Yes, ma’am! I'll report back when I find anything out.”

“Thank you! I owe you!”

Seungyoon knew exactly what favor he wanted, but he would save it until he actually had information to give you.  

Once Seungyoon went back to work, you did, too. You opened your laptop back up and began typing out the rest of your introductory paragraph.

About an hour later, you were just finishing up your third page as well as your latte. You picked up your mug, attempting to take a sip but you were greeted by your distorted reflection in the empty bottom of it. You began to stand up, though none other than Jungshin interrupted you.

“You had…a chai tea latte, right?”

“Oh...yeah,” you answered, smiling shyly.

“I'll be right back.”

You watched as he loped over to the counter and began to work on another chai tea latte. So, he obviously knew his way around a coffee shop. Where had he been before now? After a minute or two, you realized you were staring at him, so when he started back with your new drink you immediately turned to your laptop and began typing again.

“Here you go,” Jungshin murmured as he set your mug down.

“Thank you!”

“Anything else you need?”

“Umm…” you took a deep breath, forcing yourself to say more than just ‘No, I think I'm good!’ “Seven pages on how the Civil War affected American society?” 

You smiled up at him sheepishly, holding back a laugh.

Jungshin chuckled, reaching behind him to scratch the back of his neck. “I really don't think you want my help with that,” he admitted. “I'm terrible at writing papers.”

“Oh, well, I'm good then!”

Jungshin smiled, the hand which had been scratching his neck now making its way down to his jeans pocket. “So, uh, you're in school?”

“Yep. Getting my Master’s in American History.”

“Ah, that would explain the Civil War thing.”

“Yep. Pretty big part of American history,” you chuckled.

“That’s actually really cool. What can you do with a history degree?”

“Well,” you sighed. “I’m hoping to get a job at the city archives. My undergrad minor was historical document preservation, so working with really old papers is kind of my dream job.”

“Wow. I’m pretty sure you’re the first person I’ve ever met who wanted to do something like that as a career.”

“Yeah, I’m a pretty unique nerd.” you smiled at him, trying to hide your now blushing cheeks.

“Nerds are good,” he assured you, smirking slightly. “Without them, our society would be in complete shambles.”

“You know, you are absolutely right.”

“Well...I’ll let you get back to your paper. Again, let me know if you need anything -- beverage related.”

“I will, thanks.”

After he turned away, you bit your lip to keep from squealing. Had that really just happened? Had he just talked to you? And called you a nerd in a good way? This kind of thing never happened to you! If you thought a guy was cute, nothing ever came of it! Either you just never interacted, or the interactions you did have were brief and impersonal. Was it because you had forced yourself to say that part about needing seven pages for your paper? Maybe… but then he had continued the conversation by asking if you were in school. Was he...actually interested in you? Or was he being a friendly manager? You needed to know!!!!!

You finally turned back to your paper with a sigh, adjusting your glasses on the bridge of your nose before your fingers began their quick typing work.

You were able to get five more pages done before you completely crashed. Looking at the clock on your computer, you realized you had been there a total of three, almost three and a half hours. 

After packing up your laptop, you headed to the counter to buy a chocolate croissant; you always ended up feeling bad for staying so long and only spending three bucks on your drink. 

Instead of Seungyoon behind the counter, though, Jungshin was now taking customer orders. Apparently, he was a very hands-on type of manager. 

When you approached, he smiled at you. “Hi there. What can I get you?”

“A chocolate croissant, please?”

“Coming right up.” He grabbed a pastry sheet and carefully pulled a chocolate croissant out of the case. Once he'd handed it to you, you held out your debit card.

“It's on the house,” he told you, waving your card away.

“...Wait, what?”

“You've been working hard for a while, you deserve it.”

“But that's why I wanted to buy something else! I felt bad for being in here so long and only buying one drink.”

“Hey, some people come in just for the free internet and don’t even buy the drink.”

“...Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I saw at least two of them in here earlier.”

“No, about the croissant!”

“Oh! Yeah, I’m sure. I’m the manager, I can do this kind of thing.”

“Well...thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Enjoy.”

You noticed his smile softened a bit as you took a bite. Ugh, it made your heart flutter. You lifted your free hand in a little wave before turning and leaving the shop. It was still rather chilly outside, but the drizzly aspect of the weather had changed into mere cloudiness. 

You really hadn’t noticed a thing about the weather, though. 

You were too busy enjoying your chocolate croissant and daydreaming about the cute new manager of your favorite coffee shop.

You didn’t want to jinx it or anything, but... as you strolled down the sidewalk, munching on your treat as the cold air bit your nose... you had a strange feeling.

Like something big had just happened to you. Or was about to happen.

Like your life had just taken a turn in a different - but definitely not bad - direction.

I don’t know, maybe you were crazy or maybe it was just wishful thinking, but you just felt like something... something was brewing.

...Coffee pun totally intended.

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