#captain^5

ozmien meetcute cause why tf not

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oz sighed as he tightened the sweater strings on his green hoodie, eyes darting around the bookstore making sure no one could recognise him.

it was the first break he and the rest of the Captain⁵ got since the first leg of their "JUMPING IN AGAIN" tour. daily practices and performances giving the members virtually little to no leisure time to rest. it was a demanding job, yet every time the drummer stepped out into the stage with crowds of people crying out their names with smiles on their faces, he know he wouldn't trade it for the world 

however it did make going out leagues harder.

growing up, seeing clips of the beatles running from rabid beatlemaniacs on the street was nothing but a joke played up for the camera. oz found it improbable for fans to be that frantic about their favorite celebrity.

yet after being chased around several cities for the upteenth time he finally learned his lesson.

oz's eyes scanned the book filled shelves intently. 

'fiction authors h, fiction authors i, fiction authors j-'

oz stopped.

fiction authors o. in the next aisle!

rounding the corner, oz fiddled with his hoodie right as his body slammed into another who was doing the same.

stumbling backwards, the drummer let out a small yelp before quickly recomposing himself and going to help the person he just ran into.

on the other side of the bookshelf stood a rather tall man bending down to pick up the pile of books he had in his hands. his slick suit seemed almost soft in the yellow light of the bookshop.

"im so sorry," oz whispered, bending down to help him pick up his items. "i wasn't looking at where i was going."

the man chucked breathily, "its fine, me neither!" he whispered back.

smiling inwardly, the drummer picked up the last book before looking up at the man he hit. 

"thank you! again im so sorry for hitting you-" the main trailed off, his eyes meeting oz's brown ones.

it looked straight out of a romcom. 

oz stared at the man in front of him, eyes wide as a blush formed on his face.

the man was the same, a blush appearing on his tan skin, his softly swooped hair perfectly accenting his wide eyes. 

"im-i-im sorry too. really."

the man paused before smiling softly and standing.

"again, it's fine. here." the man extended his free hand out, oz taking it reluctantly before blushing harder at his calloused yet soft palm.

once oz stood, he was ready for the man to awkwardly leave before he noticed that he hadn't moved from his place.

"im damien, pleasure to meet you-?"

oz paused, "the names oswin, the pleasures all mine."

"so, oswin, what brings you to the bookshop?"

"oh, im looking for this one gatsby book. not the original one but the one where-"

"-carraway and gatsby move away to live a nice life together as husbands?" damien interrupted, eyes lit up excitedly.

"yes! the pursuit and the pursuing by aj odasso?"

"the very same! i read it last month and i absolutely loved it, i could lend you my copy and save you the hassle if you want? i live on this street and could grab it right now."

oz stopped for a moment.

while he really had hoped he would own his own copy of the book, he wouldn't mind getting to read it while getting to know damien as well.

"sure!" oz replied, a smile on his face. "do you… want to meet up later at the cafe at the end of the block? i can buy you a coffee in exchange for me lending the book?"

damien agreed, the two splitting off into different directions to meet later at 5pm.

the drummer passed by a bubble mirror at the corner of the store and realized that he had his hood down the entire time.

panic swept through the Captain⁵ member until he realized that he probably wasn't the type to be into the band's kind of music. 

the drummer quickly fixed his hood before making his way around the store to buy the other books and stationary he came for.

by the end of his shopping he stepped out into the chilling autumn breeze and checked his phone.

[4:45pm]

pocketing the phone, oz turned to his left and made his way to the coffee shop, his mind screaming at him to ease the nerves.

opening the door with a soft bell chime, the drummer glanced around to see damien on his phone sitting at one of the tables adjacent to the windows peering out into the street. 

"hey," oz greeted, sitting at the table across from him.

damien greeted back, a smile on his face as he pocketed his phone before turning to his messenger bag beside him.

"i got you the book! its not that badly torn up but my dog mosbius may have used it as a toy one night."

sliding the book towards oz, the band member chuckled lightly before taking the book and placing it into his plastic bag of books.

"thank you, and i don't mind the tear. at least the books got history no?"

damien nodded. "definitely."

the two continued to talk before finally getting up and ordering their drinks. 

the day turned into twilight and eventually the duo had to split ways. quickly exchanging numbers into the others phone before splitting again into the setting sun.

smiling softly to himself, oz rummaged his bag for the book he was lent to quickly skim the description on the back.

flipping through the page absentmindedly, the drummer noticed a lone sticky note on the back of the cover. 

"I love your music btw! a big fan <3"

oz blushed. he had known who he was!

…and he was fine with it?

smiling brightly, he placed the book back into his plastic bag and took out his phone to message damien.

oz paused again. 

his contact read [damien york]

he was the fucking mayor too?

shaking off the shock, oz began to type

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[damien york]

"hey, thanks for the book again! want to meet up again soon?"

"for sure! id love to meet again, friday at the same time?"

"im down!"

"see you then mr mayor! ;) "

"likewise, oh captain of mine <3"

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as the drummer closed his phone and placed it into his pocket. the man let his hood down and walked back down the street to the hotel the band was staying at. a skip in his step as his face blushed madly into the night.