#cv:cafe

@cvtaekwoon

Most would probably say she was being slightly creepy. Just a little. It was amazing that no one’s said anything about her behavior thus far. She’d like to think it wasn’t disruptive and totally okay. Technically, she wasn’t bothering him, right? It just so happened that she frequented the cafe and shared a couple classes with him.

She knew only a little bit. Jung Taekwoon, water witch, vice president of the fellowship, quiet and didn’t talk much, but good at what he does. She’d been a little curious since the first time she’d seen him and may or may not have pestered a certain someone for something, anything, about the other. She couldn’t quite put her finger on what it was that had her so hooked. It’s not like as if water witches were that unfamiliar to her, her father was one after all, but maybe it had something to do with that? She loved watching her father work, and with her mother no longer in the picture she had a new appreciation for his particular bit of craft.

So now here she was, practically boring holes into the back of his head as she sat behind him in class. It wasn’t like her to be nervous about approaching someone new. She chatted up just about anyone, but she always remembered the few times she tried to be well ... short. They weren’t kidding when they said he was quiet, all she could get was a hi at most. Still, she wasn’t going to give up just yet.

But maybe not right this second.

She slumped in her seat as class finished, gathering her things and decided to head to the cafe as usual to study. She knew she’d see him there and she’d be lying if the particular table she sat at today wasn’t chosen because she knew she would intercept him as he came in to work.

And~ cue. As she saw him come in she hurriedly stood up, practically scattering some of her notes on the floor, but those were forgotten as she desperately tried to flag him down.

( @cvjieun )

with his job, he didn’t particularly like it. in fact he didn’t like it at all. the boss was always on to him about his ‘attitude’ and his unsatisfactory perfomances in showing good hospitality. yeah whatever the hell that means. mino was never sympathetic. in fact, he could care less about the next person, and honestly it was a miracle that he didn’t get himself fired yet. maybe it was the fact that is looks made ladies swoon, though they way he presented himself was cold, and distant as he just did his job to do it. he supposed the extra money was why he continued to be there otherwise he would've walked out a long time ago.

mino stands in front of the table, writing down the order as the customer tells him what they wanted. his patience is running then as not only do they order slowly, but they constantly change their mind on what they want. mino was already at the very end of the small sheet that was on the pad. scratch marks filling the page as evidence of the changes they've made. ' i swear if they change another fucking order on here, i'll flip this table... ' he thinks to himself as he's sure that no one is listening to him as it is his thoughts. what he didn't know was that he was bonded to someone, and they may or may not be able to hear what he is thinking. once he's done with the order, he takes the slip as it is and brings it to the back for the chefs to fix it.

@cvjiho

Several times he had to remind himself, it’s technically none of his business. It isn’t, it shouldn’t be, but holy shit, he wanted it to be. It was hard to not worry about Jiho as it is, and his stupid curiosity got the better of him and he just had to do a reading that made it worse.

He chose not to go to the party. It was the LDB, and the apothecary, it left a bad taste in his mouth. And his reading? Wasn’t looking too good. But then Jiho went. And from what he heard through the grapevine may or may not have had some of the potions the lovely apothecary had made. It seems like everyone came out of that alive and nothing more than just a bit of trouble but he still worried. Was she hurt, was she still spooked about it, no other after effects?

Despite the million questions in his head, he somehow managed to keep a stone face as he entered the cafe. He hadn’t really bumped into Jiho to ask her lately, and to be honest he hadn’t made much of an effort. But he knew her well enough to know where she’d be if he so chose to seek her out.

He smiled at the cashier, putting in his order. As he waited, he leaned has back against the counter, eyes scanning the crowd. Just as his drink came up he saw her familiar face walk in. Her gaze seemed to be anywhere but where he was, a tiny detail that both made him chuckle to himself but also a little sad. He sipped his coffee, eyes on her, as if waiting to see if she’ll look his way. As the moments passed his patience ran out though and he spoke up.

bora could never understand how potions made her want to put her head through a wall, but mixing drinks came to her with ease. from a general sense, the two weren’t much different-- a plus b plus c equals something amazing, but if you double up on a or leave out c or add in elusive ingredient d, you have a disaster on your hands. it was one of those mysteries she could never solve, but only hope that like with drink making, her potion making skills would come to her with time. 

“are you more of a tea or coffee person?” she asked her coworker, attention focused on the rack of syrups and add-ins for some sudden inspiration. “lemme guess, coffee? sometimes i feel like one of the only people in the world that doesn’t love the stuff... but i guess that’s okay, since i’m not really supposed to be drinking it in the first place.” every time that she ever gave the beverage a try, she dumped so much sugar and cream in it that it could barely be called coffee anymore, and it left her feeling more sluggish and worn down than she was to begin with. it kind of sucked, since copious coffee drinking often went hand in hand with dedicated artists or hours of cramming sessions, both of which she participated in (or at least attempted to, when it came to the second task). 

there weren’t many times when the cafe wasn’t filled with students, but when it was slow, it was unbearably slow. it was those times that bora dreaded the most-- the fast pace was what helped her work so well, and with that element removed, she was reduced to wiping the same spot on the counter over and over, organizing and relabeling product, or yapping the ears off whoever was nearby when there was truly nothing left for her to occupy her time with.

between the end of classes and dinnertime was one of those slow times, and for the past ten minutes bora had been hiding out by the pantry, browsing through inspiration boards on her phone to keep herself from being lulled into a coma. how anyone could even want to work a whole day at this pace, she would probably never understand. the jingle of bells as someone stepped through the cafe doors was one of the best sounds that she could’ve asked for, and without a moment of hesitation, she raced back to the counter to be of assistance.

@cvyoongi

Glowing numbers on the clock reminded her of the time.

3 am

She had been staring at it all night, as if it was suddenly going to put her to sleep.

3:01

When she had initially rested her head on her pillow, she could have sworn her eyelids felt heavy enough to close and she’d just simply drift off to sleep. Except, when she finally got comfortable under the covers, suddenly that exhaustion had vanished.

3:02

With a sigh she shoves off the covers, quickly changing out of her pj’s as she stuffs notes, tools, and whatever she was working on in her bag before leaving her dorm. Yeah, she was well aware that technically she shouldn’t be going anywhere without someone else but, it would be a quick jog to the cafe and it was open 24 hours. She’d be fine.

She muttered a quick hello and her usual order to the barista working, eyes down. She didn’t want to admit it, but this was probably the third time she’s been here this week, at this time. The person behind the counter was starting to look awful familiar now and she hoped that they didn’t recognize her face yet.

As she waited, her eyes wandered around the cafe, seeing who else was here. A few sparse bodies, but not at all as busy as it would be during the day. No one really came here at this time of the night to socialize. Some probably came here to study, and she did too, but she was sure that some of the others here were just as sleepless as her.

With her drink in hand and a small snack she settled at one of the tables, spreading out her blueprints, tools and her latest project. It was a small mechanical clock, broken and tossed aside. She put in some earphones and got set to working at it, quickly stripping it down to it’s bones. It was a nice distraction at least, but it was too ... engaging. Her mind was too active now to possibly sleep, the opposite of what she wanted to achieve, but it was something to do.

The coffee probably wasn’t helping either, but if she was gonna stay up the rest of the night, might as well. She pouted as she finished the last few drops. She could have sworn that would last her at least another half hour, but in her haste to chase away any bits of exhaustion, she probably downed it too fast. Sheepishly, she went back up to the counter, empty cup in hand.