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changbeanie · 6 years

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coffee, first || lee minho

genre: college au, coffee shop au, fluff

word count: 1,093

pairings: reader x minho

author’s note: I was writing in a cafe, and I thought Minho would look dashing in a barista’s uniform💕…so yea. Minho deserves more love, so please enjoy reading this!😉

Picture not mine, edit is mine

“Tell me what happened?” Minho asked, preparing your coffee behind the counter. He worked part time in your campus coffee shop. Although he was quite the newbie, his iced caramel coffee was to die for.

“Wait, I need coffee first. My head is killing me,” you said to your friend. You sat down on the coffee bar right in front of his working space.

“Coming right up, a large, iced caramel coffee,” he chuckled.

You looked over at Minho working, “And extra whipped cream please. I need the extra love.”

Minho swiftly placed the drink in front of you. He leaned over the counter, “So, what’s on your mind?”

You took a sip of your coffee.

Oh good Lord. This is the best. I’ll treat him out to food later or something.

“You know, Minho. You don’t have to listen to me rant. But since you’re a good friend and insisted, I’ll go right ahead,” you started.

“No, you’re just lucky we don’t have a lot of customers today,” he rolled his eyes.

“Whatever. So here’s the tea. I have this one class with a dude I really want to avoid. However, he just doesn’t get the hint, and he tries to talk to me. Not that I don’t like him. He just makes me uncomfortable, like awkward uncomfortable,” you propped your head with your hand and started drumming the side of your temple with your fingers.

Minho gave you a weird look, “This goes back to high school doesn’t it?” He wiped his hands on the apron around his waist.

You stirred your iced drink on the table, “Yea, long story.”

He looked at the clock above him, “We have time.”

“So then, yea. Bad memories associated with that guy. New year, new me. I need to get rid of the bad mojo in my life,” you sipped your watered down coffee.

Minho cupped his chin with his hands, “Wow, someone’s life is spicy.”

You looked at him unimpressed, “Stop using sarcasm on me. This isn’t spice. It’s stress. And you have a customer coming in right now, so I’ll stop bothering you.”

His eyes widened as he speedily walked to the cashier.

“Hello, what would you like to order?” he asked the customer politely.

You smiled at his formality.

What a dork.

“Do you want another drink? It’s on me,” he said, whipping up the customer’s order.

“Naw, it’s fine. I can’t have too much caffeine or else I’d be up all night. Besides, I gotta head back now” you mentioned. It was getting late, and you still had a paper to work on.

Minho glanced outside the window, and the sun was already setting.

“So same time as tomorrow?” he asked before handing the customer his drink.

You waved and walked out the door, “As usual.”

Minho laughed and waved at you through the window.

You pouted, “I’m so sad.”

Minho cocked an eyebrow at you, “Why?”

You shoved the drink back towards him, “You didn’t draw me a happy face with caramel today.”

He rolled his eyes and drew a happy face with the caramel sauce, “There. Happy?”

You smiled cheekily, “Very.”

You took your drink back and tried it,“It’s perfect.”

“Of course, I made it. Why wouldn’t it be?”

You scrunched your nose, “Cocky bastard. Oh right, your shift ends early today?”

“Why? What do you want?” he asked, holding his arms in front of his chest as if you were going to attack him.

“Chill, boy. I was gonna ask you if you wanted to work on the visual arts project together,” you quickly explained.

“Is it because you don’t have any idea on how Indian art works?” he smirked.

“And you’re an art major, so like...” you gestured, “Hook me up with them facts and information.”

“Bye,” he turned walked around the counter and starting wiping down the tables in the cafe.

“No, come back,” you spun the seat around to face him. Minho ignored you and folded his sleeves up to continue spraying down the tables. He looked cute in a simple white dress shirt and trousers.

“Y/n, my shift isn’t over till seven. Go do some research first and start your power point,” he directed.

“Seven is in five minutes, so does that mean you’ll help me?” you smiled hopefully.

Minho shrugged, “Maybe.”

You beamed and swiftly spun your chair around. You turned on your laptop and started typing vigorously.

Minho chuckled lightly at your actions.

“Wow, you make great toast,” you said with your mouth full.

Minho ripped a piece for himself, “I can’t cook for shit. My co-worker made it.”

“Hmm, sounds about right. You look like someone who would burn the kitchen down,” you commented, picking up a piece of toast.

Minho glared at you and chewed on the bread, “You look like someone who would fail the class without my help.”

You clutched onto his arm for dear life, “No, don’t leave me here to rot!”

He softly shoved your head away, “Okay okay. What do you not understand?”

“Everything.”

He glared at you again.

“Fine, I don’t understand the hand signals they use in the sculptures.”

Minho searched up a few pictures of sculptures on your laptop, “So they’re called mudra. They symbolize energy flows. For example, this one means ‘have no fear’,” he explained slowly.

You supported your head with your hand and continued to listen to him explain each of the hand gestures. Slowly, you caught yourself staring at him.

He has nice eyes. Very brown.

“Are you even listening to me?” he asked, breaking you from your trance.

“Huh yea,” you mumbled. “That gesture means to not have fear and the other one symbolizes something else.”

“You got half of it right. Good enough for me,” he continued eating his toast.

“Hey, it’s getting late. I’ll walk you back to your dorms,” Minho offered.

You shook your head, “No, no. You’ve done enough for me. The coffee and the toast, and my project.”

“I insist. You might die in the dark for all I know,” he said, pulling his jacket closer to his body.

You scoffed, “Thanks for your concern, Minho. My heart is toasty warm, and I feel so loved right now.”

“That’s kinda my way of showing love,” he muttered.

You raised an eyebrow at him, “What’s that? Repeat what you said?”

“Nevermind,” he walked ahead of you.

You chuckled and ran after him, “Didn’t you say you were gonna get me home safely? Why are you walking so fast?”

“Because you’re too slow.”

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