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well, you have me now - jeno

request: Requesting a jeno scenario! Where jeno's the son of a baker's and he works at part-time over there (which is your favoirte bakery) but since you were busy with school you couldn't visit him much so he misses you...?

a/n: ok but this request is so cute but i feel like the scenario i wrote isn’t cute enough im sorry ;(( (ps the scenario isn’t really 2.3k long i just had to be extra and add extra stuff lol)

summary: Having more time on your hands now that it is summer break, you decide to wander around your town. You stumble across a cute little bakery, where you meet Jeno. However, with the start of school, you visit the bakery less and less due to an overload of work, and Jeno misses your company.

genre: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 2.3k

The weather today is one that feels like a kiss of summer rather than the usual fiery heat of June. The sun is perched high up in the sky, blocked by white fluffy clouds shielding you from the harsh rays. There's a light breeze that carries the ends of your hair, making it casually sway from side to side. You're grateful the day isn't too hot because you would've suffered from the ripped jeans you're wearing now. A gush of wind blows through the holes of your jeans and flutters your plain red t-shirt, it's refreshing.

You walk down the streets of your small town and take in the summer air as you finally have some free time over break. You've never seen much of your town, having to drive to school then right back home to do homework, or stay in school for club meetings.

Small dainty shops are lined up side by side, all serving different purposes ranging from flower shops to hardware stores. You didn't even know your town had many of these shops. Curious, you walk into some of the stores, checking out what they're selling.

After a few window shopping adventures, you stop in front of a little shop that caught your eye. The outside is painted a warm beige with outlines of dark brown. The corners have intricate and elaborate designs, swirling towards the name of the shop: Lee's Bakery, in golden cursive writing.

Thinking that you can go for something to eat as of now, you reach for the handle and pull back. The scent of warm bread and sweet creams immediately draws you in, making your mouth water a bit.

Inside the bakery houses only a few of people, a college student off to the corner with the table covered with her laptop and textbooks, a couple to the other end who are chatting quietly, and a mother with her toddler, sharing a slice of chocolate cake.

An old man, around his 40s or 50s, greets you with a, "Welcome to Lee's Bakery."

You enjoy the aura the bakery gives off, it's warm and familiar, even if you've never visited this shop before.

Walking further in, you take a seat at the counter where the old man is wiping dry a few mugs.

"Would you like to order now?" the man asks, looking up from his glasses that are perched up on the tip of his nose.

"Not yet but can I have a menu please," you ask politely. The man sets down the mug and pulls a small laminated menu from the counter and slide it towards you. You thank him while picking it up to examine it. There's a variety of pastries and drinks listed in a simplistic manner.

《 LEE'S BAKERY 》ets. 1991

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drinks:

espresso...............................$4.30

cappucino.............................$4.00

cafe latte...............................$3.20

hot chocolate........................$2.00

tea.........................................$2.00

strawberry smoothie.............$4.50

*a cup of water is free

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pastries:

banana bread.......................$3.00

cupcake (choco, vnl)............$2.00

slice of cake.........................$5.00

muffin (berry, choco)............$2.75

crossiant..............................$4.00

bagel....................................$3.50

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You place the menu down and look up for the old man to order, but in his place is a much younger boy, probably around your age. He's wiping the counter with a rag. His black hair falls in front of his eyes as he works, he flips it away. From the angle you see him, the boy looks irritated, maybe even mad, as he's cleaning around the drink machines.

"Excuse me?" you say, waving your hand slowly to get the boy's attention. He glances up from his task at the counter to meet with your eyes, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

"Can I get a vanilla cupcake with a hot chocolate?" you order with a small smile. The boy wipes his hands on the front of his beige apron before nodding. You watch him as he quickly washes his hands at the back sink and starts making the hot chocolate, clicking some buttons on a machine. The boy nonchalantly pours in water from a picture into the top of the machine, closing the top, and waits for it to warm up.

You lean over the counter, with your head leaning on one of your hands.

"What's your name?" you ask out of the blue. The boy looks back at you and licks his lips, before answering.

"Jeno, Lee Jeno."

"Oh! Are you related to the man who works here?" you question, since they have the same last names.

"Yeah, he's my dad."

"That's cool that he owns a cute bakery that you work in."

Jeno mumbles someone under his breath, though you don't quite hear it clearly. A short silence flies by as the softly played cafe music fills the air.

"How long have you worked here?" you continue to ask. A beep signals that the water is ready and Jeno adds in the cocoa powder.

"All my life basically..." he answers looking down at his sneakers. You tilt your head to the side in confusion, it doesn't seem like Jeno is happy working here.

"Do you not enjoy working here with your family?"

"No, no. It's not that," he begins to say, leaning on the counter on one side. "It just gets really boring here, especially because not a lot of people come in. And my dad won't let me go on my phone so I don't have much to do a lot of times."

You nod, understanding his situation.

"Well, my name is Y/N by the way," you introduce yourself, reaching a hand out. He stares at your out-stretched hand then takes it in his. The size difference causes you to chuckle a bit.

"Nice you meet you, Y/N," he says, seeming to test out the sound of your name. He smiles at it, causing his eyes to slim into two crescents. Your ears grow warm at his cute smile.

There's another beep letting Jeno know the hot chocolate is done. He pulls out a beige mug and sets it under the machine, pressing a couple buttons, before the steaming brown liquid pours out of an opening into the mug. It stops just below the rim.

Jeno grabs ahold of the mug, placing it on a matching plate.

"Do you want marshmallows in it?" he asks while carefully handing you the drink over the counter, not wanting to spill it on you.

"Please!" you respond a bit too quickly. He softly laughs before plopping a spoonful of mini marshmallows in your drink. They float around on top, some already starting to melt.

"Be careful, it's still really hot," Jeno warns. "I'll go prepare your cupcake in the kitchen. Be right back."

He's cute, you think to yourself with a shy smile.

Soon, Jeno comes back with a vanilla cupcake on a small plate, a spoon also provided on the plate.

"Enjoy," he says, setting it down. You look at the sweet in front of you. It has white cream swirled on top with some marshmallows pushed in. You look up at Jeno, who has a matching shy smile.

"Since it seems light you like marshmallows," he explains, cheeks slightly tinted pink. You carve a piece out with your spoon and taste it. The sweetness coats your tongue, and you respond with a "mmm."

"Did you make this?" you ask, taking another bite. Jeno scratches the back of his neck, peering to his left.

"Yeah, I bake most of the pastries. My dad handles the profit and management and my mom cleans and decorates."

You look around at the little trinkets and painting hung symmetrically around the room.

"She's an artist, my mom. She painted every painting in here," Jeno brags for his mother with a proud smile. Your mouth forms an 'o' as you study the decorations once more. They are all done with oil paints, some of flowers or fruits, and others of people and scenery.

"They're beautiful! Tell her that she's really talented, though she probably knows," you laugh, continuing to feed yourself bites of the cupcake.

"If you come back again...you might be able to meet her and tell her yourself," Jeno offers after a hesitant cough. His arm returns to the back of his neck.

"I would love to come back soon."

Jeno's face lights up at your reply with his signature eye smile. You guess he's excited that he finally has someone to talk to during his shifts in the bakery. So you decide to continue trying to get to know Jeno.

Hour pass as you and Jeno share more about each other. You converse about your preferences and favorite things while Jeno does the same. You learn that Jeno is home-schooled by his parents, taking classes online. Because of this, he doesn't have many friends and not many people visit the bakery, especially ones around his age.

"Well, you have me now," you respond with a bright smile.

After that, each day for the rest of Summer break, you visit the bakery to see Jeno. The both of you talk more and become close friends, even exchanging numbers one visit.

The end of Summer vacation rolls around, which means you have to go back to school. Though for the most part of August and September, you still come to the bakery to hang out with Jeno. However, once your school work starts to pile up, you have no choice but to stay home or in school to do them.

One Thursday afternoon, when the school bell has just rung, you jog quickly to the library of your school. You have to meet up with your classmates for a group project. Being the first one to arrive, you take a seat at one of the big tables, pulling out your textbooks and project necessities.

A ding sounds from your phone as the librarian gives you a stern look. You bow your head a few times before switching your phone to silent.

The notification on the lock screen displays Jeno's name and a couple messages.

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From: jeno /ᐠ. ᴗ.ᐟ\

hey Y/N!!

how come you haven't stopped by the bakery lately :((

[Read 3:02 PM 11/04/2018]

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To: jeno /ᐠ. ᴗ.ᐟ\

sorry lee i've been busy with school work :'(

[Read 3:03 PM 11/04/2018]

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From: jeno /ᐠ. ᴗ.ᐟ\

oh :((((

good luck tho!! fighting!

[Read 3:03 PM 11/04/2018]

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To: jeno /ᐠ. ᴗ.ᐟ\

thanks ♡

i'll try to stop by later?

[Read 3:04 PM 11/04/2018]

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From: jeno /ᐠ. ᴗ.ᐟ\

:D !!

[Read 3:04 PM 11/04/2018]

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A smile spreads across your face, as your friends finally arrive and take their seats around the table.

"What're you smiling at Y/N?" one of them, Haechan, asks with suggestive eyes and wiggly eyebrows.

"Nothing," you reply with a roll of your eyes. "Let's just get this project over with, I have somewhere to go afterward."

Almost three hours fly by as your group finishes most of the collaborative work, now leaving all 4 of you with individual work to do at home.

You quickly pack everything up, throwing all of your papers and books into your backpack without care. Shouting a quick goodbye and getting another strict look from the librarian, you race to the bakery, the route permanently engraved into your brain. The cool air fills up your lungs, stinging when you inhale.

The hanging sign of Jeno’s bakery comes into sight as you slow your pace, trying to catch your breath. You reach the door handle just as someone on the other side pulls it open. Slightly panting, you come face to face with Jeno, who is looking god-like in just casual black jeans and a white sweatshirt. A large jacket hangs on his free arm.

“Jeno,” you gasp, startled by the situation.

“Y/N! You made it! I was just going to go walk around the nature trail nearby because I’m on my break,” Jeno says, stepping out of the shop and closes the door. The chilly air is the total opposite compared to the weather on the day you first met Jeno. He slips his jacket on, pulling the sleeves over his hands to keep them warm.

“Can I come?” you ask, stepping back so Jeno has enough room to exit the entry way.

“Of course silly.”

The both of you start walking down the street towards the sunset where a luscious nature walk is located in a large park. The November winds blow your long winter coat back, exposing your bare legs. You mentally curse to yourself for not wearing leggings under your school uniform skirt. Unconsciously, you scoot closer to Jeno for warmth.

“How’s school?” he makes small talk while looking down at you beside him.

“It’s alright, I mean my teachers are starting to assign of a lot of work because the semester is almost over and midterms are coming up. That’s why I haven’t been able to come visit you for a while. I don’t even remember how long it’s been since I’ve seen you-,” you explain but gets cut off by Jeno.

“38 days.”

“What?” You look up at him, who is still staring down at you.

“It’s been 38 days… since you’ve last visited,” he says with a small smile. You nod with an inaudible “ohhh.” He’s kept count, you inwardly say, that’s adorable.

“That’s a long time, wow. I didn’t think it’s been that long,” you laugh while saying. You’ve been so caught up with school that time just flies by so quickly before you realize it.

“Yeah…It’s been super boring without you in there. I’ve resorted to reorganizing all of the mugs by size and color. There’s a lot of mugs in our cabinets if you didn’t know.”

“Aww Jeno, did you miss me that much,” you smile while knocking into him with your shoulder teasingly, causing Jeno to stumble away. He shuffles back to you, a little closer now.

“Yes, in fact I did miss you, a lot actually,” Jeno responds, looking down at his shoes and watching one step in front of the other. Unexpectedly, your heart flutters rapidly and you can feel the back of your neck warming up as well as the sides of your face. Somehow, the smile stretched upon your face can’t seem to stop.

“Well, I miss you too Jeno, more than you’ve missed me,” you say, linking your arms with his. Jeno’s head snaps towards your face and then to your now linked arms. He shakes his head before tugging his arm towards himself, which causes you to step closer.

“I don’t think that’s possible. I reorganized like 70 mugs Y/N. It was pointless but I did it anyway,” Jeno shoots back.

Your smile somehow grows bigger.

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