Free in the wind that surrounds me

coffee shop !

⌦ .｡.:*♡ college students! h. shota x f! reader

: ̗̀➛ shota, a regular at the coffee shop where you work, who you also have fat crush on, finally asks for your number!

: ̗̀➛ warnings: no smut, just cuteness, shota is a nervous wreck, piwon dynamics, both sho and reader are awkward and shy as FUCK, not proofread, im sorry

: ̗̀➛ wc: 2.952

︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚. ༉‧₊˚. ︶︶︶︶

youve been working at this shop for three years now.

at first, it was just a job. somewhere you worked for the money, not because you liked it. but after about a year in, you got new managers. and they honestly made it so much better! they managed the shop in a very different way, a way that had you actually enjoying work rather than dreading it.

now, youre in your last year of college, have a job you absolutely love with coworkers you adore, and youre actually happy with your life currently!

“how were your classes today?” aera, your coworker, asks, leaning against the counter where youre standing in front of the register.

“wasnt too bad today, actually.” you start, looking over at her. “just notes and lectures, same old same old.”

she smiles, shuffling a little closer to you and dropping her voice. “its almost three. your boyfriend and his friends should be here soon.” she jokes, poking at your sides.

you push her away, sucking your teeth, “not my boyfriend, era. hes just a regular. a cute one. everyone finds people attractive.”

she makes a face at you, rolling her eyes and turning away to clean up the work area a bit. “keep telling yourself that, y/n.”

you roll your eyes back, and turn back to the door just in time to see him. soul, the cute guy you were quite literally just talking about three seconds ago,

and he looks the fuck good. hes a bit sweaty from the sun outside, and is wearing a tank top and black baggy jans, a bandana tied around his head. your eyes run down his body, his arms, everything before youre snapped out of it.

“speak of the devil.” aera whispers, walking away from the front and into the back room.

you take a breath, then look up at soul, putting on the same smile you do everytime.

“good afternoon, just you today?” you ask, leaning on your hands against the counter.

“yeah. just me. everyone else is still at practice, they sent me to get drinks. can we just get our regulars? all medium sized.” he says softly, reaching for his wallet.

“of course.” you say, already typing each order into the computer, as you have them all memorized by heart by how much they come in.

“alright.. thats gonna be $32.64.. cash or card?”

he smiles a bit, and pulls his card out, handing it over. “did the prices go up?”

you take it with a sigh, inserting it in the card reader and doing all that before handing it back.

“they did, actually. everythings like a dollar more now.”

he nods his head, taking his card and putting it back in his wallet.

“just give me like 15 minutes? ill have everything right to you, okay?”

he nods again, keeping his eyes everywhere but in you as he walks to sit down. you notice the way hes not looking at you as much, but decide to shrug it iff, telling yourself its nothing.

aera comes back out, wiping her hands on a paper towel before silently moving to help you with the drinks.

“just him today, huh?” she asks, looking over her shoulder at him before back down at the cup.

“yeah.. his friends are still at practice.” you say, pouring the fruit in the blender and clicking the button, watching as it blends into a soft mush.

“you ever find out what they do to practice almost everyday?” she asks, looking up at you,

“not a clue. something to do with dance i assume? hes always in dancewear. i dont know though.”

aera nods and looks back down at her current task, making the drinks. it takes a little over ten minutes to finish making everything and load it into two drink carriers. aera goes back to the back, leaving you to it,

you grab both carriers and walk then to his table, putting them down in front of him.

“there you go.. six drinks to go, enjoy.” you smile, moving to walk back behind the counter. soul looks up at you walking away, and hesitates a bit before standing up and calling out.

you turn to face him, a look of confusion on your face. “whats up? something wrong?”

“no, no. everythings fine, uh.. i was just wondering.” he starts, his fingers nervously fiddling with his pocket loop. you smile at his cuteness, tilting your head to the side, nodding at him to continue.

“wondering if i could get your number? if thats okay.” he finishes, and now its your turn to be nervous.

you feel your cheeks heat up, and you have to force yourself to look away from him and at the floor.

“uh, yeah! yes, of course, ill write it down.” you say, patting your pockets for the mini notepad and pen you keep on you.

“no need! just.. here.” he says, grabbing his phone and unlocking it, handing it to you. “enter it here. ill text you when i get a chance.”

you sigh, and then wipe your hands off in your apron before grabbing his phone and punching your number in.

“there we go.. thats me.” you say, handing it back. he saves it right there in front of you before pocketing it again.

“okay. thank you, ill text whenever i get a chance.” he says, grabbing the drinks and practically running out the door.

you watch him, not in shock because you probably wouldve rushed out too, but just watched him walk out before wiping your hands again and moving back behind the counter.

“i saw everything.” aera coos at you, following you as you walk to the corner.

“im gonna tweak. i cannot believe that happened, oh my god.”

aera just laughs in your face, and pulls you into a hug. “at least one of you toughened up and asked, yeah?”

“yeah. yeah, i guess.” you say, relaxing into her arms.

︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚. ༉‧₊˚. ︶︶︶︶

soul walks back into the dance studio holding the two drink carriers in both hands, and rushes to the table to out then down before anything fell and made a mess.

“thank you, shota.” intak says, grabbing his shoulders before reaching for his drink. everyone slowly gathers around the table to get their drinks, and begin to talk about random shit like their classes while sipping on them.

soul, however, is staring at his phone. your contact open to the blank screen where no past messages are, thumbs hovering over the keyboard.

jongseob notices him zoned out, and peers over his shoulder at the screen. when he sees your name at the top of his screen, he gasps, and grabs ine if his shoulders.

“you got her number?” he asks, a fat smile on his face. everyone looks over at soul, eyes wide in shock. when he finally nods, the whole room basically erupts, and they all surround him with a mixture of questions and congratulations about the long awaited moment.

soul is clearly confused and overwhelmed, and keeho noticed and backs off, pulling everyone away.

“sorry. that was a lot. howd you do it though? tell us.”

soul shrugs his shoulder, looking down at his phone before cutting it off and looking up at everyone.

“i just.. asked. i dont know.”

everyone nods at the simple answer, not entirely sure what answer they were expecting.

“so.. whats your plan? you got her number, now what?” jongseob speaks up after a bit of silence, sipping on his drink.

“i wanna talk to her more. maybe ask her out. i just dont know how to go about it yet.”

“just be casual about it.” theo says, patting his shoulder. “she gave you her number. theres some interest there. she’ll probably say yes.”

soul nods, and turns his head when their coach/choreographer walks in, ready to resume practice after the 40 minute break.

everyone starts to move back to the floor, and soul quickly types something out on his phone and sends it before rushing to join the others.

︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚. ༉‧₊˚. ︶︶︶︶

its almost ten at night before you finally get back to your apartment. you walk in and slip your shoes off, groaning at the ache from standing up all day, then walked further into your place.

you went straight to the shower, not even bothering to put music on, leaving your phone, which you havenr touched since before soul came in because everyone and their mama decided they wanted coffee on a wednesday.

you take a quick 15 minute shower, do your skin care, get dressed, and finally flop down on your bed, grabbing your phone to check for any notifications.

you see a message from an unsaved number, and you look confused for a couple seconds before you remember you gave soul your number.

your heart immediately starts to be faster at the thought of finally talking to him outside of work, and you click on the message to open it.

“hi! :D its shota, or soul, whichever you prefer. i know ur at work, so just text whenever you get off or wake up in the morning!”

you read the message twice before taking a second to have tweak out a bit in excitement.

you kick your feet while giggling and biting your finger before you lock in and text back.

“hi shota! i got off about an hour ago, im just now laying down. how are you?”

it takes a couple seconds before a response comes in, and instead of sleeping all night like you planned, you ended up texting him until two am.

you found out a lot of things about him too! you found out he and his friends go to the school about thirty minutes away from yours, that all of them are on a dance team there where they create and cover choreo, and hes been dancing all his life.

he sent videos of his solo dancing along with the group, and youre actually amazed. they all have great synchronization, and soul alone is extremely talented.

he can do tricks and flips you had no idea were even possible, and you told him that he was amazing after he sent them.

you told him a couple things about yourself as well, and even through text, you could tell he was interested based on his responses.

“alright! im gonna let you go to sleep now.”

“maybe we could hang out next time youre able to?”

you smile, and move to check your work schedule before sending a reply, just to be slightly dissapointed.

“ah, i only have tomorrow off :(, i literally work all next week until saturday.”

“im free tomorrow if you want? it would just have to be later in the day.”

“oh, well sure then! lets go out tomorrow, ill text you in the morning? good night!”

“(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)! good night y/n”

you smile at the little emoji, then turn your phone over, putting it on the charger before finally turning around to go to sleep.

︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚. ༉‧₊˚. ︶︶︶︶

its been forever since youve been this nervous.

its currently around 5 PM and youre currently sitting outside the boba shop you agreed to me soul at, resting on the small bench with your headphones on, phone in your lap playing music.

hes a little over ten minutes late, but youve never been too picky at that. literally anything could happen for someone to be late, so you want to give it some time.

finally, shota appears in front of you, trying to play off the fact hes clearly out of breath.

you take your headphones off quickly and stand up with a smile.

“hi, shota.. you look nice.” you say with a smile, looking him uo and down. “you okay? did you run here?”

he sighs before chuckling and wiping his forehead. “yes. i overslept, so yeah. i did kind of run.”

you laugh, following behind him as he walks towards the boba shop. he opens the door for you, walking in behind you and getting in line.

“what are you getting?” he asks, looking down at you. you shrug your shoulders, eyes squinting at the tiny words on the menu.

“probably my usual. brown sugar.” you say, and he nods, looking away from you.

the atmosphere is a bit awkward, as you both feel like youve already talked about everything last night, so now theres not much to go into anymore.

it stays awkward all the way up until you order and receive your drinks, and are now walking out the resturaunt to go on the walk you agreed to.

“so.. how did your dance team form? i know youre pretty close with all your friends.” you say, trying to start conversation.

“ah, yes. there was a whole group of us who tried out for the team. all six of us made it along with 6 other people. then we were split, six girls and six boys. so we’re the boys dance team and the other team is the girls.”

you nod along, kind of surprised as to how it all worked out.

“wow. and you guys are all really close? thats so cool.” you say smiling. “are the six of you close with the girls?”

“not so much. we actually dont interact that much since we’re two seperate teams. we’ve only come together once for a joint performance, but never since.”

“aw, that sucks.” you start. “my college is so lame compared to yours. we dont even have a dance team. just stupid football.”

he guides you to turn a corner, leading you into the popular nature park, the same park that where theres another couple on a date there each time you walk past.

“because youre a sports focused school. ours is arts.” he says under his breath, grip tightening around his cup, getting more nervous with each step into the park. but you dont notice.

“well im not an athlete. nor can i sing or dance, so it was really a lose-lose situation for me.” you say, looking down at your cup after taking a sip.

when you look back up, you almost choke on your boba, eyes widening at the sight.

“surprise!” shota says, gesturing to the picnic he has set up.

its the cutest thing ever. a white blanket with light green patterns, a bottle of champagne sitting in a bucket of ice, sliders in a tupperware container, a variety of mixed fruits and a bag of cookies.

“oh my god.. you did all this?” you ask, hand still covering your mouth in shock.

“yes.” he says, walking towards the blanket. “this is why i was late. i was trying to make it perfect. come on.” he says, signalling you over.

you walk towards him, letting out a breath and letting yourself smile.

“you did amazing. its better than perfect, my god.” you say, hugging him. he hugs back immediately, as if its a natural thing with you, then pulls away, looking right at you.

“sit. help yourself.” he says, making your you get down safely before sitting next to you, shifting to lay on his side and hold himself up on his elbow.

“this is beautiful, shota. i seriously cant believe this. nobody has ever done anything like this for me.” you say, a small pout on your lips.

he smiles and reaches for your hand, holding it softly. “you deserve it. youre an amazing girl. i can tell just from looking at you.”

you break your pout with a laugh, hiding your warm face, squeezing his hand.

“well, thank you. let me take a picture.” you say, grabbing your phone.

he moves out of the way, letting you get a good picture of the picnic set up.

“here, hold your cup up.” you say, angling your phone again. he does so, and watches you take the picture of both of you holding your half empty boba, the pink sky in the background.

finally, you flip the camera and hold it up, getting him in the picture. “say cheese!”

he smiles and holds up a peace sign, you doing the same, and then you drop your phone.

“okay. lets eat.”

you both spend the next hour and a half outside, laughing and talking while you ate and your hair blew in the wind.

you dont have enough fingers to count on your hands how many times he stopped just to call you beautiful, and he even stopped you just to take a picture of you.

he walked you home that night, and after you showered and the afterglow from the date finallt wore off, you checked your phone to see he followed you and tagged you in his story on instagram.

he basically just soft launched, the picture he took of you the biggest one on the screen, the picture of the two of you he sent a bit smaller next to it.

he put a cute song, tagged you, and said it was so fun with one of his little emoticons and a heart.

you could cry right then and there, but you didnt. instead you followed back, reposted it on your story with a heart, and texted him.

“ugh, the story was so cute, ur so cute :(”

“youre cuter! (,,> ᴗ <,,), see you soon, good night!”

you heart his message and go to sleep, your heart beating out of your chest.

you didnt see much of him that first week after because of work, but you texted and facetimed a lot. when you finally got to see him, you went on a date to an actual resturaunt!

oh, and you became a girlfriend too.

︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚. ༉‧₊˚. ︶︶︶︶

: ̗̀➛ a/n - yall.. tell me this isnt the cutest thing ever! had me giggling and shii 😭 anyways enjoy, reblog, like, all that, i love u until next time bai <333

Mille Rose ᩙᩙ͏͏

⠀† ♡ ❤︎ ͏͏ ͏͏͏͏🩸 ͏͏ 𓂂 ˚̣̣̣︶ ྀིྀི︶˚̣̣̣💮

⠀⠉⠛⠛⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠙⠉

( ͠° ͟ʖ ͡°) gae? 🏳️‍🌈

5/6 girlpiwon

I forgot to post girl Theo here but here she is

Jongseob singing amnesia !! im doneee

THE SHIRTTTT THE PONYTAIL GAHH

⋆˚꩜｡魂👽🫧. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ🛸༄˖°.°‧ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 ·｡

saw this boy ♱ ´ཀ`

(//_¬")˚.🦴 ᵎᵎ in the mall last week

“please handsome dont be coy!!!” XX 🪩