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Changbin Coffee Shop AU

A soft slow burn Changbin x reader coffee shop AU

Word count: 2986

You never thought you would witness the day a student that looked more stressed and exhausted than you would appear in front of your tired eyes. But as they say nothing is impossible…

It was a damp and rainy autumn day, in your third year of your classic literature degree. Snuggled up in your favourite oversized sweater, you stumbled into the small cafe hidden in an empty corner of your university campus, a pile of books under one arm, your heavy leather shoulder bag slipping off slowly, damp strings of hair getting stuck on your dark lashes making it difficult to see. Of course it would also be on this shitshow of a day that your usual corner seat would be occupied by whom you declared to be your new found mortal enemy. This seems like a completely insane reason to hate someone you have never even seen but if your being late for a lecture with one of the most anal professors on campus wasn’t enough to make your mood worsen, the fact that your only friend in that same class decided to admit she was secretly dating your campus crush that she was fully aware of had made the cloudy day a nightmare. So when your only hope of comfort would be in the routine you followed everyday by sitting in the quiet coffee shop, in your usual corner only to see that wasn’t even an option you questioned if a God really existed and even if he did why he had decided you were his least favourite human.

The boy who occupied the old worn out couch and coffee table littered with notes, a bunch of the coffee shops disposable cups and a laptop was dressed in a gunmetal grey sweater and some black jeans. When he looked up making eye contact with your glare you noticed that behind his thin framed glasses there were dark circles that rivalled your own, his lazy gaze returned your glare. With an irritated huff and another glare in his direction you plopped down onto one of the small wooden stools by the window. Slowly your frustration faded as you lost yourself in the pages of poetry in front of you, numbing the previous emotions of fury and regret. Every now and again scribbling some incoherent afterthought next to a specific line or verse. What felt like minutes were hours later when you finally stretched your tired body that had sat hunched over the textbooks and notes that had now taken over the table. You stood up with your wallet in hand and made your way over to the friendly barista who was patiently going about cleaning his work space.

“Felix, how has your day been?” You sighed as he approached you with a soft smile, his freckles faint in the soft orange light of the coffee shop.

“Like every other one, quiet. Am I getting your usual?” His deep voice and accent soothed something in your soul, like the smell of a forest after it rained and soft candle light. You nodded enthusiastically, your sleep deprived brain in desperate need of its caffeine fuelled pick me up or your eyes would fall shut before you could work through the mountains of work your course required of you. You stood hands behind your back, shifting your weight from your heels to your toes as you rocked back and forth, trying to hide your impatience but the small smirk on Felix’s face told you, you were doing a terrible job.

“Here you go Y/N. You know you should try and sleep instead of being the sole reason I still have to work at this cafe.” He said jokingly but there was a hint of concern and he placed the big blue cup on the counter. You scoffed and waved him off before carefully picking up the jumbo sized cup with the black liquid in it.

“I’m not the only reason, that loser is obviously also helping you stay in business.” You turned your head to look at the guy who had rudely taken your seat only to be met with a dark glare. Obviously the headphones on his ears weren’t completely as sound proof as you had hoped. You quickly faced Felix who seemed to be amused by the incident and he simply shrugged.

Your day had been uneventful after that, despite you sneaking not so secret glances at the dark haired guy. It was strange to see someone else who looked as haggard you, which was more haggard than the average college student. You noticed he’d uncomfortably shift, running his hands through his wild hair, that revealed a clean shaven undercut with a heavy sigh as if aware of your gaze. You also when he left passing by the big window you sat in front of that his shoulders were a lot broader than it seemed when he was hunched over a coffee table, and despite his tired appearance he was somewhat handsome. Of course he wasn’t nearly as gorgeous as your crush but then again in your head no one was. The thought of said crush had sent you spiralling into heartbreak and despair and after returning to your dorm room you had drowned yourself in cheap wine and instant noodles, that you had to eat out of a pan because you didn't have the strength to do dishes.

You woke up with a headache unsure if it was because of your sobbing, the loud screaming of 2000’s heartbreak anthems or the wine but one thing was sure, you would not relinquish your spot at the cafe again.

After your first and only lecture, you ran for the first time in 6 years, you struggled to keep the pile of books in your arms and your bag from sliding down your shoulder. You heaved loudly as you pushed open the cafe door, sweating, grateful you decided to wear your converse for the dangerous task, when you looked up you spotted an empty couch. With the last bit of energy you had in you, you tossed your things on the table and let out a victory cry.

The sound of someone clearing their throat made you pause, arms still raised above your head, your messy hair stuck to your forehead, eyes wide as you noticed the stranger from yesterday in the doorway and Felix behind the counter with another employee, Jisung, trying to contain their fits of laughter. You quickly dropped your arms fixing your shirt that had ridden up due to your cheering and plopped on the couch. From underneath his long fringe his dark eyes narrowed into a subtle glare before he sat in the spot you occupied yesterday. With a satisfied smirk you pulled out your first book for comfortably sliding down on the poofy couch.

This little race for the cafe couch continued for weeks, there were very few days that you didn’t sit there and work, it seemed to be the same for your competitor, Changbin. Felix and Jisung had told you what his name was the first time he didn’t show up in the shop. The two of them teased you endlessly for the immature competition between you and your infamous enemy, but they had slowly become your friends too. The cafe had changed from being a simple quiet study space with good coffee, to a coffee shop that your only friends worked at during their classes. The autumn weather had completely faded to winter and you found yourself huddled under millions of layers, but lucky for you the jogging had become an easy way to warm you up.

It was a Monday when you strolled in after noticing that Changbin had beat you to the couch, you were greeted by two smug smirks from Felix and Jisung. You gave them a small wave, your eyes rolling the only visible facial action as you had wrapped your head in a big woolen scarf. You slowly unwrapped yourself from your millions of layers before going over to the counter.

“Your usual?” Jisung said with a teasing wink and you simply nodded before a thought popped up in your head.

“Whatever his usual is but make it in one of the mugs.” You instructed and Jisung raised a brow in surprise, he pouted and muttered an ‘okay’ before doing as you instructed. You walked back over to your designated table and scribbled the short message on the sticky note. You stuck it to the side of his cup that was surprisingly, exactly the same as your usual order, a pitch black americano. You placed it on the coffee table and his head snapped up to look at you, his eyes wide in surprise.

He looked back down at the mug and his brow turned to a frown.

‘The least you can do is try and not destroy the planet, if you’re gonna order ten coffee’s get a mug.- Y/N’

When he looked back up you were back at your table and working. It was dark when you left and in your brain dead state had left your scarf behind. Which wouldn’t be a problem if the rest of your week wasn’t jam packed with exam papers and due dates, meaning you wouldn’t have time to visit the Cafe but be confined to lecture halls and the library. You had texted Felix Thursday, who usually locked up to ask if he had seen it but to alas, he had not.

Just before the short winter break, and the campus would close, your workload had become lighter and you found yourself making your way to the cafe. To your surprise you had made it there before Changbin and you made your way to the couch putting your things down. Later he did come in but you assumed his corpse like appearance mirrored your own and neither of you participated in the usual glaring contest. It was dark again when you made your way out the door waiting for Jisung who got to leave early to study for his own exam when you felt something soft wrap around your neck, eyes wide and you turned around. Changbin stood looking at you before sticking something to your forehead. Your eyes crossed as you looked up to see what it is before plucking it off.

‘The least you can do for your friends is not contribute to the lost and found box, don’t leave your shit lying around.-Changbin P.S. I used it a few times.’

You looked up at him where he stood, hands buried deep in the pockets of his jeans, your eyes wide, so that was the wonderful smell that assaulted your nostrils, his cologne.

“Thank you…” You mumbled, he raised a brow in confusion, you tugged down the scarf.

“I said thank you.” You gave him a close eyed smile. When you opened your eyes again he was gone, you frantically looked around only to spot him walking away with his bag on his back.

“Yah!” You ran after him grabbing his arm to stop him. He stopped and looked down to where you were holding his sleeve.

“What?” he asked, raising a brow and you quickly let go of his coat.

“You’re just leaving?” You asked, frowning in disbelief.

“Yes?” he said hesitantly.

“No! My first face to face encounter with my mortal enemy can’t just end like that. Where’s the threats of my imminent doom? Your scheme to take over the world?” you huffed frustrated.

“And you're majoring in?” he inquired.

“Literature.” you huffed exasperated, blowing a stray hair out of your face.

“Figures,” he said and as you raised a finger ready to wag it at him in anger he cut you off,

“Well then brave hero let me walk you to your dorm.”

You stood mouth open in shock before following him again as he started walking again.

You don’t remember when it became normal for you and Changbin to walk home together or when you started sharing the couch. When witty and dry sarcastic humour was replaced with normal mundane conversation. You don’t know when he started playing his music for you to critique despite having no basis to do so since he was the music production major. You do remember the day that the thought of him caused butterflies to erupt in your stomach. It was when you came out of your class and he stood waiting further down the hall, leaning against the wall. He was looking up at the wall but when turned to look at you his small smile made you numb. You could feel the blush spreading from your cheeks to the tip of your ears, everything felt like slow motion as you walked over to him, your sweaty palms tugging at the ends of your dress. You suddenly wondered why you had chosen to wear it at all, sure it was spring but you had chills running up and down your spine as you made your way towards his as if someone had pressed a repeat button and goosebumps suddenly made their way up your arms.

You were now stuck in yet another all-consuming crush but this time luckily the only friends who could betray you were Felix and Jisung but luckily they both seemed to be straight. You were so deep in thought already half dreading being in such close proximity with him without being able to do something, anything, you just wanted to run your fingers through his messy hair. You had caught yourself staring at his lips at random moments for long enough that he’d notice. You were reaching for the door handle when you saw your life flash before your eyes. The next thing you knew you were lying on the pavement, the books you were carrying beside you and a faint throbbing on your face accompanied the ringing in your ears. You groaned as you rolled onto your side.

“Y/N! Oh my- I’m so sorry!” Felix was waving his hands around your face like a hummingbird that consumed redbull and with an amused expression you sat up.

“Just pick up my books you idiot.” Suddenly something warm started running down your face and you reached to check. Your nose was bleeding. To make matters worse, your white shirt was spotted with bright red and Changbin had made his way out of the cafe to see why Felix had started squealing. You slapped your hand over your nose and scrambled to get up wide eyed.

“Felix why are you imitating an 8 year old girl-,” he paused when he saw you,”Oh… Y/N are you okay?” it was barely two steps and he stood in front of you tugging your bloodied hand away.

“I’m fine, really, I just need a tampon or two and we’re all good.” He ignored you as he scooped up your books and dragged you into the cafe and sat you down on the couch. He instructed you to keep your head back and you obediently complied. He came back with a towel filled with ice that he softly placed over your nose, taking your hand and instructing you to hold it in place. You swallowed hard, his touch sent static electricity sparking through your veins. And as he wiped off the blood stains on your nose, lips and chin down your neck, his breath fanning against your skin you had to keep yourself from jumping him luckily the nose bleed was preventing you from giving into your desires.. Eventually when the bleeding stopped you got the opportunity to move away from him in an attempt to calm your heart that felt like a time bomb ticking away in your chest. This did not help because Changbin pulled you back towards him. He scanned your face with worried eyes, his breath fanning against your cheek, your eyes couldn't help darting to his lips. You suddenly forgot how to breathe normally and you could tell the cause of this brain glitch had noticed. Changbin’s gaze went from worried to confused to widening in realisation.

Again everything moved in slow motion.

His grip on your arm remained tight as he tugged you closer and instead of moving away like you expected he softly pressed his lips to yours. Your eyes fluttered shut as your lips softly moved along with his, your kisses sweet and soft but impatient. His hand slid up your arm and made its way to the back of your neck as he forced your lips against his harder, softness being replaced by an urgency. A loud wolf whistle made your eyes snap open in shock as you suddenly pulled away.

“I mean I saw it coming but I didn’t think it would take Felix breaking your nose for it to happen.” Jisung said with a smirk where he stood at the counter drying a mug. Felix stood beside him chuckling.

“The supply closet is vacant if you two want some privacy.” Jisung said again with an evil grin and narrowly dodged the ice cube tossed in his direction.

“If it’s vacant, why aren’t you in there so we can have some privacy out here?” Changbin said with a raised brow and the two boys suddenly made their way into the kitchen. He turned back towards you who still sat up, eyes wide, like a deer caught in headlights. His hand softly brushed against your cheek and you snapped out of it, maybe it was the blood loss or the side effects of a possible concussion caused by getting hit in the face with a door but you crashed your lips against his again, desperately kissing him as he guided you to lie down on the old couch. Maybe now you’d finally have sleepless nights but because of a reason worthwhile. You couldn't help but smile into the kiss.

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