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jinyoung + 45 ☺️☺️

prompt: 45. “Are you trying to flirt with me?”group: GOT7pairing: park jinyoung, yougenre: coffee shop!au, 2young as brothers hehwords: 3175

idk if you like long fics, so i’m sorry if u don’t ;;;;;; but um, writing jinyoung is hard sjfhfk but that’s why i specifically asked requests for him, so i’m trying ToT

“Hi, good morning!What will you be having for today?” were the first words you had uttered tohim.

You weren’t thinking much of it anymore as you have recitedthe same greeting for the past two years or so with countless of customersranging from your age to possibly the 60s—some professors from the Musicdepartment were more than eager to chill in the quaint little coffee shoparound the corner of building 131 and chat with their students about lessons onmusic theories or whatnot—you tend to just zone them out as the words onlytranslate to gibberish in your mind.

You don’t remember what exactly prompted you to take thejob as a part-time barista twenty five minutes away from your side of thecampus, but you have stayed for nearly half of your college career withoutcomplaining enough to quit, so that has got to be something. Besides, workingfor five hours every day after—or sometimes before—your classes in this placebecame your convenient escape from the college kids in your major.

Some students practice their instruments in the corners ofthe café, and thankfully they were all at least good at it or else you would have quit the first time your earsare tortured by demonic harmonies. Listening to the quiet strumming of acousticguitars, playful tones of flutes, or even harmonization of voices calmed yoursenses as you brew them their favorite choice of beverages.

You had grown familiar to the homey atmosphere of theplace, and you’ve once almost decided in switching majors just so you canemerge yourself even further into the community, but your lack of understandingmusical technicalities forbid you in pursuing the dream—and you’re totally finewith that. Might as well spare these kids your own demonic harmonies, right?

But the serenity you’ve always felt during your shifts wassoon shattered by a man—who didn’t seem to be that much older than you,probably a senior—barging in the coffee shop like he owned the place, zoominghis way towards the counter—which was, unfortunately, your position thatday—and cut you off your usual cheerful greeting by a nonchalant, “Smallespresso to go,” followed by a wad of paper bills being forced into your hand.“Make it fast,” he had the audacity to add.

You were taken aback, to say the least, as you rarelyexperienced customers as rude as him. But, keeping your composure, you acceptthe payment and give him his change, almost ripping the receipt at thequickness of his grasp.

“Your name, please?” You asked politely yet with grittedteeth. You had just started workingyour shift this morning so you refused to let him turn your feelings sour toosoon.

“Doesn’t matter, I’m the only one here,” he said, obviouslyirritated. As he walked towards one of the bar stools, you begin fuming whilescribbling down his words in the fanciest cursive you could muster. You triednot to express your anger through shaking hands as you wanted to show him youweren’t fazed by his demeanor.

Sighing to yourself, you quickly make your way to thestation and brew his black coffee. Huh,we are what we eat—well, drink in this case, you thought to yourself,snickering at your own little joke. As much as you wanted to add a heapingtablespoon of salt into his drink, you avoided the temptation and completed theorder in under five minutes. Placing it on the counter, you ring the bell andsee him whip his head at the sound, thick black eyebrows furrowing in annoyance.You kept your tight lipped smile on your face as your mind begged you torelease certain profanities already scratching away in your throat. Be professional, you reminded yourself,pushing the small cup a little forward.

The man approached the counter and hastily grabs onto hisdrink. “Thanks,” he muttered under his breath and you blink in surprise for asecond. So he still had some manners left in him? Huh, interesting. You thoughthe was finally going to leave the shop, hoping you’d never see him again as hedidn’t look like he roamed this area of the university that much either—maybehe just stopped by for a quick coffee fix since his usual place was too far orsomething—but you immediately halt in your tracks as you hear him say your nameout loud with a firmness you couldn’t deny. Your fingers automatically touchedthe name tag attached on your apron, cursing yourself for actually rememberingto wear it today of all days. Slowly facing him, you tilt your head and waitfor a response. He seemed as if he wanted to run a hand through his hair, butyou noticed it was slicked back with gel so he probably didn’t want that ruined either.

Rotating the cup with your handwriting visible to you, heplaced his free hand, instead, on his hip and asked, “You think this is funny?”

“Actually, yes,” you caved in, shrugging nervously toyourself as the more you stood there—sweat trickling down your temples—the moreheated the atmosphere between the two of you became.

“You came in here looking like you were having a roughmorning, and I just thought it would help you lighten up a bit, sir,” thehonorific was definitely not necessary, and you mentally thumped yourself onthe forehead for thinking it was on the spot.

The shiny black words spelling out ‘doesn’t matter’ enunciate the whiteness of the cup, and you noticedhis firm grip loosening just a tiny bit. You thought it had worked, yourunconventional way of brightening up his day, until you see his dark brown orbsshooting you an angry glare, and you almost screamed for help under hismurderous aura as the front door opens, revealing your favorite customer—and newfoundfriend—rushing inside.

“Hyung, why didn’t you wait for me?” Youngjae panted, haira sweaty mess probably from running too fast and too much. “I told you aboutthis place so we can get coffee together,”he added with a pout. Youngjae saw you from the corner of his eye and thus hisface brightened up in anticipation.

“I didn’t know it was your shift today!” He beamed.

The man next to your cheerful friend raised an eyebrow atyour seemingly comfortable encounter, so you quickly come back to your sensesand wave a hand at Youngjae. “Yeah, I switched with Dahyun. This fits myschedule better. You get your coffee every Wednesday morning, Jae?”

“Yup, gets me going for my Math class. Honestly, when am Iever using math while performing? Not only is it a stupid general requirement,but the only slot they have is at eight thirty in the morning!” Youngjaecomplained, rolling his eyes in which you chuckled at.

“Tragic,” you commented, wiping your hands on your apron. “Areyou still getting your usual?” You asked, already on your way to the station.You heard him say yes but with less creamer this time since he needed to feelthe espresso hitting him hard. You began making the drink, relieved for thesudden distraction but still slightly confused as to what kind of relationshipthe two opposing poles of attitude the two men in the shop had with each other.You hadn’t known Youngjae for that long yet, anyway, so you ought to ask himthe next time you see each other—preferably without the grumpy man in tow.

However, your question is answered right away with Youngjaeapologizing to you. “Oh, by the way. This is my brother, Jinyoung.”

You felt your back stiffening at the information, but youcontinue pouring the hot liquid into the medium-sized cup with twitchingnerves. “Oh, really?” You muttered quietly, not fully comprehending how the twowere even remotely alike.

“Yeah, he’s taking his master’s already, though, so he’susually on the east side of campus,” Youngjae informed you, stepping closertowards the counter. “He has an interview located near the Music building and Ithought it would be nice to get coffee and walk together,” he added as you turnyour head to see him smiling from ear to ear and you heart soared. Handing himhis cup with ‘otter jae~ written in the same cursive fashion,you see his brother, Jinyoung, tapping away his foot impatiently.

“You guys better go, Jae. Someone’s itching to leave,” youwhispered, chucking your pointer finger discreetly towards Jinyoung. Youngjaedidn’t have to look back as he chortled, saying, “Don’t worry, he’s justnervous for the meeting. He isn’t always this mean looking.”

“Mean looking? Talk about being mean in all aspects of theword,” you cried out, shaking your head in disbelief. “Anyway, Jae. It’s on me,think of it as my first morning shift promo…of sorts.”

“That you’ll be paying yourself?” Youngjae asked. Smilinginnocently, you shoo him away while bidding him good luck for the rest of theday. Youngjae left the shop first, and Jinyoung followed suit, giving you aside eye you only grinned at him menacingly.

“Thanks for stopping by. See you soon, ‘doesn’t matter!’” You greeted good byeas you hear a loud bang reverberating the now quiet shop. You felt proud ofyourself for handling that quite well, you thought. But, finally, knowing thatit was just a one-time thing, you stretch out your arms and go through yourshift with a breeze.

It was after two weeks when you opened up the shop again ona Wednesday morning. You realized no one really comes in before ten so youdecide to sit on one of the tables close to the counter and take a quick powernap. Youngjae was polite enough to text you he wasn’t coming to the shop todayfor he had early vocal training, and you weren’t able to sleep at all lastnight after finishing the ten page research paper you should have done a weekago for your humanities class. Just a few minutes wouldn’t hurt, right? You setyour phone to the side with an alarm for seven twenty five as you dip your headon the wooden surface and feel your senses relaxing into slumber.

“Hey, wake up!” Not even two minutes in, your body shot upin high alert as your head turns to the source of your awakening. You finallylooked up in front of you, none other than Jinyoung staring you down with hisarms crossed, a smirk playing onto his lips. Eyes widening, you scramble toyour feet, hitting your knee below the table thus making you yelp a curse outloud. The blush your cheeks started emanating grew hotter on your skin, and youalmost thought getting caught by your manager would be a better punishment thanJinyoung.

“H—hi, welcome, what—what can I get for you?” Youstuttered, rushing behind the counter while fixing the sides of your hair. This—thiswasn’t what you were expecting at all. Jinyoung stood to where he greeted you,smirk still evident on his lips and it took the little strength in your bodynot to rake it off of his face. He was enjoying this; the second time you twomeet and he’s got the upper hand now, he caught you off guard. Well, this isgoing to be interesting.

“Sleeping on the job? That’s not what a good employeeusually does on their shift,” he commented, hands behind his back. “And leavingtheir phone on the table really shows how professional they are,” he added. Youwere about to make a dash for it, but you see his hand snatch your phone awayand you gape at him.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know anyone was going to come in thisearly,” you apologized, desperation almost leaking in your tone.

You assumed Jinyoung probably knew a lot of connections oncampus—Youngjae had mentioned him being well known for his achievements when hewas still an undergraduate, which was why he was offered a paid internship atthe law firm in the university. You had to admit you were impressed by him, andslowly realized the looks he was sporting that was definitely your type—sadly,his attitude negated all of those qualities of him. Youngjae had repeated toyou that it was just his nerves getting to him, but seeing as how calm andcollected and still mean he was atthe moment, you were doubting Youngjae’s statement right about now.

“Please don’t tell, I actually like this job,” you keptpleading, back hunched forward and hands gripping firmly on the counter edge.Jinyoung was wearing a more casual outfit, but still exuded elegance no doubt.Gulping, you pried your eyes away from the midnight blue tie was recentlyadjusted onto himself. Why did that look like the sexiest tie fixing action you’veseen in your life? His hair wasn’t slicked back today, though, it looked morenatural—wavy, even, and you thought this suited him better; not saying thesuave hairdo didn’t work for him, it did,but the curls made him look more approachable, amicable.

“Why do you think I’d tell?” Jinyoung asked teasingly,approaching your form with the phone twirling in his hand. Your eyes followedthe movement, fingers drumming nervously.

“You look like a person who would tell,” you saidcautiously, eyes peering over him. He was staring at your now, at your nervousfigure and you regret ever showing vulnerability. This was only the second timeyou’ve met the guy and the first wasn’t particularly any good either. Yousuddenly thought if your friendship with Youngjae was worth keeping knowing hehad a brother that had you trembling with your knees.

“I’m hurt,” Jinyoung replied, hand dramatically clutchingon his dress shirt. “I’m actually more of a ‘kiss-don’t-tell kind of guy, and Ifeel it works so much better,” he indicated, lips in a suggestive smirk and youscoff at him. The audacity.

“Okay, then, Mr. Grumpy Nice Guy, if that’s the case, can Ihave my phone back now?” You asked, hoping he’d spare your soul.

“Didn’t I just say I was a kiss and don’t tell guy?” He emphasized, elbow now resting againstthe counter, body inching towards your form. He wasn’t too close for yourbreaths to fan over each other, but seeing it was enough to send your heartracing as fast as it can, guts flipping in your stomach you struggle not tosquirm.

“Are you…” you trailed off, mustering the confidence toask him what you were about to, wishing you weren’t about to push his buttonsbecause by god did he look so damnattractive gazing at you like that; eyes glinting with pride for making youfeel like putty to him. “Are you trying to flirt with me?”

Jinyoung smiled even wider, small crinkles around thecorner of his eyes forming at the same time. Your heart pounded seeing hisamusement towards your confusion. Stupid, that’s what you’ve become. Of coursehe wasn’t, he was merely making you feel like he was so he could exact revengeon that faithful day you two first met each other. This is it. He may not tellon your boss, but you sure are ready to quit after this shift is over.

“Depends. Are you taking it?”

You froze in your place, mouth slightly agape and eyesblinking nonstop. The red flush in your cheeks was burning your skin but youcouldn’t move, couldn’t translate his words in your mind coherently. Jinyoungsuddenly poked your shoulder causing you to stumble backward. He quicklygrabbed your arm pulling you to your balance, faces now mere centimeters apartfrom each other. His hand still wrapped around your wrist, but he loosens hisgrip as he exhales softly, eyes scanning every part of your face. The smugexpression had vanished being replaced with a much softer parting of the lips—probablysimilar to yours.

Your eyes found themselves staring at his pink lips and youfelt your tongue wetting your bottom one, and you swiftly detach yourself fromhim, panting from the excruciatingly close encounter with the man who—if yourecall correctly—looked like he wanted to plot your slow and painful deathminutes ago.

“I want to bet my savings on it as a yes,” Jinyoungbreathed out, chuckling to himself as he hands you back your phone. You took itquietly, mindlessly looking at the black screen for any answers to yourfrenzied thoughts. You lifted your head and returned your gaze onto him as yousee a sheepish smile now adorning his features. Your mind started whizzingagain. How could looking both angry and shy work on his face so well?

“That’s a serious bet to make on someone you’ve only mettwice,” you thankfully got your consciousness back, challenging the man beforeyou. Jinyoung laughed again, hand covering his mouth in the process. You foundit cute, adorable, something you’d want to witness again.

“And I’m more than willing to meet this someone anothertime,” he implied, “To make up for our first impressions of one another.”

“What? Youngjae sold me pretty damn well?” You asked, oneeyebrow arched.

“I’d say the opposite. He didn’t want me anywhere near youafter that Wednesday since he said I really took a toll on you,” Jinyoungremembered, crossing his arms.

You scoffed, dismissing a hand. “That was just him beingoverprotective. I wasn’t backing down from a grumpy old man like yourself.”

“Old? Is that what you think of me?”

“You might as well be if you keep pulling that frustratedface every time someone tries to make your day better,” you shot back,reminding him of your antics. He nodded his head understandingly and purses hislips to your phone. “Maybe you should try a different method of making my daybetter, yeah?” Jinyoung, then, pulled out his own smartphone, swiped on thescreen and urged for you to take it. You gave in, thinking you won’t be able tolast with all the teasing, and punched in your digits on his phone. Slidingyour own device back inside your pocket, you tell him, “You’re lucky I likeyour brother.”

“Oh? So is this your way of fooling me into thinking you’reinterested in me when in fact it was my younger brother you’ve been pining forthis whole time?” said Jinyoung, eyebrows wiggling with much playfulness. Yourshoulders started relaxing with your heart still trying to escape from yourchest. “I like him as a friend, Jinyoung. Let’s see if you surpass that levelsoon.”

“I’ll be looking forward to it,” Jinyoung replied with an exaggeratedwink. You chuckled softly, and start making him some black coffee which he wassurprised you remembered. But then again, he wasn’t easy to forget.

And you don’t see yourself forgetting him for a long while.

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