#bts cafe

Tapping your chin, you squint at the menu board behind the counter. You had raced from your spot in the library without much concern and had left your glasses atop your mountainous paper work.

Is that a six or an eight? It has to be a six, no coffee in the world would cost eight dollars for a small cup, but what small cup would cost six dollars. I’m not paying that, maybe they have smoothies or something? Why is the font so small and cursive? I cant see anything.

“May I help you?” a deep voice announces, trying to prod you from your thoughts. Without paying him much attention, you squint harder at the menu board.  

No I’m pretty sure its a four but it might be a six, I only have three dollars though. Maybe I should just ask? Asking requires interaction and you don’t want that. Yes, I think it might be a four. Should I just ask? Screw it, I’ll just ask.

“What drinks are on your menu that I can get with three dollars?” you murmur, fondling the pile of coins in your palm. “You see, I forgot my glasses and I don’t know if that’s a four or a six or an eight and I really need a drink.”  

Leaning on the register he taps his fingers on the back of it in thought. “Ah, you could get a fluffy, a hot chocolate or my personal favourite a vanilla chai latte!”

“The vanilla chai latte sounds nice if that’s okay thanks.” you smile, handing him over the coins. Taking the coins from your hand, his fingers press lightly into your palm, shocking you with static energy. You both flinch away at the feeling.

“I think we have a connection.” you joked, rubbing the weird feeling in your palm away.

“I think so too,” he laughs sweetly, putting the coins into the register. “Give me a second and I’ll make your drink.”

You watch him smile to himself as he moves to stand behind the expresso machine. The tips of his dark brown hair hung loosely over his eyes and he absentmindedly nips at his bottom lip as he pours syrup into the cup. You walk over to the waiting bay of the cafe and watch him make your drink. He was quite cute if you were to be honest with yourself.

Leaning against the counter, you watch his eyebrows furrow as he puts the steamer into the milk jug. His gaze is pensive and filled with concentration as he turns it on. On your list of “Things I like in a guy.” you had always found guys with serious stares the most attractive and the longer you watched him, the more you realized that this barista was a tick on everything on your list. He was kind, polite, hardworking, he smiled, he concentrates and he seemed like he loved his job – a huge tick for passion.  

You watch his fingers cradle the jug as he it begins to froth the milk. You’re really staring at him and you know you should look away but in that moment you don’t want to look away, his hands were so mesmerizing that you imagined how they’d feel in intertwined with your own. The thought was strange and the butterflies that followed were stranger.

He gently nods his head as the jug starts climbing to the temperature he needs, moving his hand from the bottom of the jug to the handle of steamer. Shifting on his feet, he turns off the steamer and bangs the jug lightly on the counter. He must notice you staring because he looks over at you with a shy smile and you blush at being caught.

He laughs and smiles wide at your startled expression. It looks like he’s about to say something but he bites his lip again and returns his gaze to pour the milk into your cup. You hadn’t expected his smile to be so big but he’s smiling from ear to ear and it makes you happy at the thought that this kind of response was provoked by you. That you made a person smile that wide.

Putting the lid on your cup, he walks over to you and hands you the drink. “Vanilla chai latte.”

“Thats me.” you grin, again avoiding his eye contact to read his name badge instead.  

Hoseok.

Grabbing the drink from his hands you say thank you and leave. You feel sort of empty as you leave, as if your interaction and your time with Hoseok and his vibrant smile was too short. And that’s how it begins, your blossoming love for chai lattes and the barista with mesmerising hands.  

Waiting in line with your study partner 4 months after you had become a regular at his café, you listen as she drones on about anything and everything. You were listening but couldn’t wait to sit down and drink your drink and stare into space without hearing her drag on about the science of anything.

“Chai lattes are filled with sugar and creamy milk Y/N. They have the completely opposite physiological and psychological effect that we came here to achieve.” She frowns, holding a hot cup of freshly brewed coffee in her hands. “Did you know that caffeine is the worlds most distributed psychoactive substance?”

Shuffling forward into the line, you smile at the thought of seeing his face or even just hearing his voice again. “Yes I did. I was the one who told you that, remember? Plus, I’d rather not get addicted to coffee when the shortage in coffee beans is inevitable and you’d have to pay 10 dollars for a small cup.”

Sipping her drink, she snorts. “Fair enough. Look, I’m gonna go read what books they have here. When you’ve got your coffee come find me and we can run back to the study group, okay?”

Holding your thumbs up to her, you shuffle forward until your waiting behind the register. In the four months of being a regular customer the only relationship you had managed to build with the chestnut barista was through body language. Shy smiles from you and flirtatious winks from him.

To say you weren’t waiting for him to make a move would be a lie, you could feel something bubbling between you and him but didn’t want to press the matter yourself, just incase it would be crossing some professional boundary for him. So you do what you do best: smile and wait.

Hoseok comes running out from the back holding a bag of coffee beans, seemingly panic stricken at how busy it had gotten all of a sudden but calmed down almost visibly when he noticed that there was only one customer left to order and that customer was you.

“Hi,” he grins, dropping the bag of beans beside him and leaning comfortably on the counter beside the register. “Hmmm, let me guess. Vanilla chai latte?”

Nodding, you hand him your change. He grabs your coins and puts them in the register. He doesn’t swiftly move behind the coffee machine like he usually does and you look up to see curious eyes gaping down at you instead.

“Whats your name?” he asks suddenly.

“My n-name?” you stutter, feeling almost too excited that he was curious about you.

“I’ve been calling you chai girl for 4 months and I’ve been meaning to ask you what your name is but everytime I go and try to say something my brain stops and I end up just smiling or staring at you because your so beautiful, or both smiling and staring and I don’t know and oh god I’m rambling, stop me before I can’t-

“Y/N.” you interrupt, understanding how much of a mess he was becoming in front of you. Hoseok was nervous and of all things, because of you. “My name is Y/N.”

“Y/N.” he repeats to himself in a daze. Standing up straighter he coughs into the crook of his elbow. “I better make your drink; I don’t want you to keep your boyfriend waiting.”

“Hoseok.” You smile, watching his wide eyes flick back to yours.

“My heart.” he says, putting a hand over the wrong side of his chest. “How did you know my name?”

You laugh so hard that you have to cover your mouth with your hand. “First of all, I don’t have a boyfriend. Second, your name badge and three, your heart is on the other side of your chest.”

“Oh,” He whimpers, rubbing his chest before laughing with you. “And good.”

“Good?” you ask, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“That you don’t have a boyfriend.” He mumbles, getting prepared to make your drink. You’re thankful that he’s not looking at you because you’re absolutely sure you’re blushing to the tips of your ears. Walking to the waiting bay for your coffee, you watch him pour the syrup into the cup and begin making your drink. He’s mumbling something incoherent that sounds almost like your name, but he talks to himself often so you turn around to look for your study partner instead.

He finishes making your drink when you turn back around and hands you over the cup before winking and heading over to serve waiting customers. Walking to the reading corner of the café you reluctantly grab your study partner to leave. Again, your time with Hoseok was short but now, he knew your name and the prospect of getting to know him more excited you.

“Wait Y/N. What’s on your cup?” she asks, scrambling to read the scribbled numbers as you near the front door of the café. Turning your cup, you read his name and number printed eloquently in big bold letters. “Oh my god, its Hoseok’s number. Wait, who’s Hoseok?”

You look back to the chestnut boy behind the expresso machine and you shake your head in laughter. She follows your gaze and murmurs, “Maybe I should start getting coffees here too.”

But even after exchanging multiple texts the night before, and him promising the time would work, Jimin was nowhere to be found. Ever since you had gone out for smoothies weeks ago, you had become gym partners and working out without him felt like a chore.

As you left the gym, slamming your card on the reception in frustration at the feeling of being stood up even when this was your daily routine anyway, but as the receptionist scanned you out asking a few questions about how your workout had gone. You answered the questionnaire, allowing yourself to calm down by watching the animals in the pen they kept for shifters who would accidentally fully shift.

It had happened after a girl had shifted into a Labrador and proceeded to bound around the gym, chewing on weights and licking the faces of people in planks; ever since if someone shifted due to stress or overworking they would be put in the pen. The girl’s voice was monotone, and your attention was currently being held by the kitten in the pen, looking you directlly in the eye before it began to pace, fluffy tail dragging along the railings.

With one last look at the almond shaped brown eyes, a rush of realisation filled you as you recognised Jimin’s ragdoll form. The receptionist was happy to hand him over, and as she placed his small, warm form in your hands you tried to hide the broad smile that spread across your face as his purrs filled your ears.

The trip home was fast and Jimin’s head was relaxed against your shoulder, his whiskers tickled your neck and every now and then he would bat at a loose strand of your hair, all the while purring as your hand ran through his soft fur.

When you finally got to your door, you placed Jimin on the floor, smiling as he wound around your legs waiting for you to open the door; your keys jangled with the large pompoms attached to them and as you left them in the door, swinging it open to watch Jimin chase after them and your cheeks began to ache due to the smile that spread across your face.

“Jimin, I’m exhausted but you can stay the night,” you walked through the apartment, walking into the bathroom and closing the door before he followed you in. But Jimin was busy inspecting your house, jumping onto your sofa where your scent was strongest as he began to nuzzle his face into the surface beginning to scent mark it.

He knew it was childish, but he felt like you were his and the thought of another male with similar intentions to him made his tail flick in annoyance. However, it was hard to stay angry when you emerged from your bathroom in a towel, followed by a cloud of fog as you walked to Jimin and stroked his head slowly. You tapped him on the head before walking to your room to get changed, watching as Jimin slipped through the closing door and you knew even if he was shifted it was still Jimin.

Jimin didn’t bother watching you get changed as he leapt onto the bed, wondering why he was still stuck in his cat form, although since he had met you he found himself trying not to shift because he didn’t want to hear you call him cute or adorable. In the friendship, he was aware he was weaker compared to you, and he was scared that you would refuse to date him when he was smaller than you in his form. But apparently, by stopping his animal urges he was left shifting under all the pressure he put on himsef.

“What’s going on in that furry head of yours?” Your hand ruffled through Jimin’s fur and without thinking he crawled onto your lap, as you sunk into the bed. You had to admit that Jimin’s form was probably one of the cutest things you had ever seen and yet it contrasted the hardness of his abs and strong thighs that you would catch yourself watching when you worked out together.

All of those hard edges had melted into soft fur and small legs, and you felt your heartbeat speed up as he began to purr, his eyes locked with yours as he licked your hand, before burying his head under it as if to ask for a stroke; you fell asleep stroking his soft white and brown fur and it was the best dream you had in a long time.

You woke up to a weight on your stomach, different from the soft fur that had been there the night before, shifting slightly you looked to find Jimin’s arm slung over your stomach. Jimin’s bare golden torso was faced down, and without thinking, you let a hand trail down his spine. You were surprised he had shifted during his sleep, but you could sense by his furrowed brow that he was under a lot of stress.

Jimin’s eyes fluttered open, his gaze locked with yours and when he realised he was back to his normal form, a vivid blush covered his cheeks when he noticed his apparent nudity. But your smile made everything more bearable and this time when you bent down to place a kiss on his forehead, Jimin’s face flushed for another reason.

He used his arm to pull you into his chest, and as you looked into each other’s eyes, Jimin smiled before asking a question that he had wanted to ask since he had first seen you at the gym.

“Wanna be my girlfriend?” You were so close his lips grazed yours as he asked you the question and as a reply you simply leant forward and planted a firm kiss to his lips. You had been waiting so long to hear those words.

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