ISHI MAE

To celebrate it’s been a months her is a little short treat for our readers, enjoy ;)

Yerin looked at the businessman again, wondering how a man that was clearly making a lot of money could be so idiotic. He just kept standing there, looking at her like she was supposed to do something.

“Was there anything else?” Yerin asked with narrowed eyes, feeling the annoyance bubble up inside of her. She really wasn’t in the mood for anything but her damn job. She had been making far too much iced coffee to be in the mood for anything but yelling.

“You’re really pretty,” the man smiled like a dog that had just done a trick and expected a treat. Yerin really wasn’t in the mood for this.

“I know, now fuck off you’re holding up the line,” she huffed, secretly relishing in the man’s shocked expression. She never understood why some people thought complimenting her looks made them special. Yerin knew she was pretty, that really wasn’t a fact worth stating since it was glaringly obvious.

“Welcome. Order, please,” Yerin huffed eyes falling on the next customer who looked her with a frown. Apparently, it was one of those days where she just wanted to kill everybody.

How pleasant.

“Order or move,” she snapped feeling the last threads of patience escape her. Some days she wished her passion wasn’t making coffee but something that would have allowed her to escape these mindless idiots. If it wasn’t for her regulars Yerin was pretty sure she would have given up on this adventure completely. Well, the fact that Seokjin would never stop teasing her about giving up was also a factor. Minor, but still enough to go pour more ice and make even more sad diluted coffees. At least nobody had asked for a Frappuccino yet.

The day continued as usual, morons walked in and then left caffeinated. A few actually wanted proper coffee which saved some of Yerin’s patience. There was nothing wrong with lattes and milky coffee but she really had to put her foot down when people wanted six different syrups and coffee that didn’t taste like coffee at all.

Only Grumpy got to drink milkshakes in her shop.

It was afternoon when Yerin looked up and saw them through the huge glass windows. She could feel a smile tug at her lips when she saw Cutie and Hyper make their way slowly towards the door, Cutie looking like he was about 99 percent done with everything. Hyper was holding onto Cutie, clearly guiding him like the younger was an invalid or too fragile.

Yerin couldn’t help but feel proud when Cutie stopped, turning to snap at Hyper who just looked like a puppy. It was a good thing that Cutie didn’t just take the Hyper’s overprotective tendencies but fought back a little. Hyper really need to learn that Cutie was a damsel in distress. Yerin could only be surprised that no one had realized that Cutie was the strongest of them.

“Sad face,” she yelled at her helper who looked up from where he was re-stocking new cups, his sad eyes settling on her with a frown. “Take this,” she said pointing at the confused man halfway through his order. Sad Face looked at her and then at the couple outside and nodded in understanding. Yerin had few favorites among her customers and none of them got more than a smile in terms of special treatment, but she always made their coffee. Those seven were hers, and no one else was allowed to take their orders except her.

After all, if they were special to Seokjin, they were special to her.

“Sure, Boss,” Sad Face replied, slipping in and taking the bewildered man’s order as Yerin began on the espressos. For Cutie and Hyper she only used the best of her beans. She couldn’t help but be more attentive and she measured out the syrup, sweetening the drink just like she knew her friends liked it. After the espresso, she poured in the perfectly steamed milk, turning around just as Hyper and Cutie stepped up to the counter.

Something settled in Yerin’s chest as she saw cutie’s flushed cheeks and bright smile. It was the first time he was back in the café after the day he had collapsed. To be honest she hadn’t thought she would ever see either of them here again, both of them smiling and happy. The way Cutie had looked, lifeless in a puddle of pink petals and blood splatters still haunted her dreams. She wasn’t a romantic sap like Seokjin, but she liked it when the universe got things right.

Hyper’s arm was around Cutie’s shoulder – no doubt a compromise to stop him from treating Cutie like he would collapse any moment – and Yerin had to fight the smile at how both of their eyes widened as she placed the two vanilla lattes in front of them.

“First drink is on the house, and welcome back both of you,” Yerin said, winking at both of them, finally allowing herself to smile before she disappeared into the back.

~ BTS in Hogwarts, an AU. ~

♢ Jeon Jungkook, fifteen years old, fifth year. Gryffindor’s wonder kid, duly dubbed “Golden Boy”. A pureblood, who is best friends with muggleborn Park Jimin. Believes in doing good deeds (or more specifically, in keeping a certain Ravenclaw as safe as possible). Keeping Taehyung is his little secret because he’s wary of how people will react if the Golden Boy was mingling with

♢ Park Jimin, sixteen years old, fifth year. Gryffindor’s resident ball of sunshine, and also one of the best Seekers Hogwarts has seen. A muggleborn. Has trouble with his studies due to Quidditch activities (and other extracurricular things that he likes getting himself into). His grades suffer because of this, so he asks Jungkook for extra lessons sometimes. Is also Quidditch buddies with Hoseok despite being on opposing teams, always discussing new strategies with each other.

♢ Min Yoongi, eighteen years old, seventh year. Most students fear him for his pureblood status, but he is also well-respected as Slytherin’s best Keeper. Can do wandless magic, and has metamorphmagus abilities (and notably, has a crush on a certain Gryffindor Seeker). Whenever Jimin has trouble with something, he changes his appearance and helps the kid. As a pureblood, he has mixed views on mingling with muggleborns.

♢ Kim Namjoon, seventeen years old, sixth year. Slytherin’s smartest student. A half-blood (with a pureblood father, muggle mother). Originally supposed to be in Ravenclaw, he asked the Sorting Hat to place him in Slytherin with his best friend, Yoongi. He sometimes gets flak for harboring feelings on a certain Hufflepuff, but Yoongi is always there to fight for his best friend. He pines after Seokjin, afraid of approaching the Hufflepuff mainly because he thinks the older is too good for him.

♢ Jung Hoseok, seventeen years old, sixth year. Hufflepuff’s Chaser, and due to his high score count, has been duly dubbed, “Hufflepuff’s Hope”. An animagus (horse). A muggleborn. Seokjin’s best friend. He has a fear of heights, but somehow loses this fear once a broom is in his hand. Beloved by everyone, he has no problem jumping tables every meal. No one bats an eye anymore, and it has reached a point where everyone is wondering which house Hoseok really belongs to.

♢ Kim Taehyung, sixteen years old, fifth year. A sweet and shy kid in nature, he is bullied by his fellow students for having a “strange” personality. Someone always makes the perpetrators pay, though, and Taehyung swears it’s not him. A muggleborn with a fascination for beasts. Idolizes Newt Scamander.

♢ Kim Seokjin, eighteen years old, seventh year. Hufflepuff’s Head Boy. A half-veela, with a cute crush on a certain tall and awkward Slytherin. Once saw Taehyung getting bullied, and stepped in to save the kid. From that day on, he has proclaimed himself as Taehyung’s “mother”. Every February, he keeps to himself in his room because everyone is always trying to give him things (and love potion drenched chocolates).

Taekook: travelling and talking nonsense together, road trips, free-spirited, camping out in the wilderness and cuddling under the stars, walking five dogs in the park then sharing drinks; “I don’t need much I just want you.” 

Yoonmin: city AUs, that couple that has been through too much but never breaks, angst but not without sweet itimate moments, will tell each other bits of their life stories on bed; “We never knew the burning kind of love, just the quiet one. Listening to each other’s thoughts." 

Crash and burn, we reach the fine line between love and lust

jin: do you still remember? when I decided to join BTS, you called me out to a café near the company. you asked me whether I’m determined to join BTS, what kind of dream do you want to achieve in the group. i thought that i was serious about becoming a singer and joining the group, but rap monster’s determination was way above that. i was touched, thinking that “ah, this guy is serious” and i thought that i had to get a grip on myself.[…] thanks to you i was able to grow.  thank you.