Our Little Secret
Title: Our Little Secret
Pairing: girl!Kyungsoo/Junmyeon (+ hints of Taoris)
Rating: G
Wordcount: 5,700 words
Warning: Girl Kyungsoo/Tao/Luhan
Summary: Kyungsoo, Seika High’s first female council president and the biggest demon feminist to rule the school has been found working in a maid café. Junmyeon cares a little too much. Kaichou-wa Maid Sama!AU
A/N: Crossposted from capsandpizzas
There are a hundred things Kyungsoo hate in this world, and ninety-nine of them compose of men. The remaining one has got to be her shitty job.
“Welcome masters!” she gives the two men who enter the shop a wide smile, her eyes closing into crescents and lips forming a heart shape that is undeniably a favorite of the customers. “How can I serve you?”
She doesn’t fail to catch the gleam on their eyes and the not-so-hidden smirks on their faces but Kyungsoo shakes the creepy feeling off her shoulders, waiting for their response as she slightly fiddle with the hem of her maid outfit.
“A table for two please.”
She ushers them to follow her, leading them to the right corner of the café where a table with two seats lay unoccupied. Kyungsoo hands them the menu, patiently (and painfully) waiting for them to give her their orders as she once again fiddles with her uniform. It’s uncomfortable, always two sizes less than her average clothes, fitting to her body and suffocating her waist with merciless buttons gripping tight.
She taps her foot lightly on the floor, humming silently along with the song playing in the background. One of the guys raises his hand and sends her a sweet (read: extremely disgusting) smile before saying his order. “I’d like a caramel macchiato and a cheese cake.”
“Mine’s a caffé latte and...” the other guy says and busies himself searching before smirking wickedly at her, “...your number.”
Kyungsoo rolls her eyes and heaves an exhale. “One caramel macchiato, cheesecake and a caffé latte.” she repeats their orders, purposely leaving the last one and giving them a fake lazy smile and marches off towards the bar.
“What’s with the face?” Zitao, the coffee barista who is about her age asks with brows creasing into a fold as Kyungsoo approaches the bar with a pissed off face.
“What’s with the world creating more people with dicks?”
Zitao laughs at her, pulling the order away from her grasp before she gets to crumble and tear it to pieces. “Just extend your patience for a while, you know how boss hates it when we bat an eyelash on them.”
“Yup.” Luhan, another maid like Kyungsoo comes toward the bar and hands Zitao another order. “Oh hey Zitao, the cute guy’s back with another girl, 10 bucks on this-he’ll never bring her back here.”
“Twenty bucks says you’ll never get in his pants.” Zitao snatches the order from Luhan’s hand and avoids the slap that awaits her.
“Seriously...” Kyungsoo mutters to herself, thanking whoever invented her for not having the same level of intelligence as Zitao and Luhan.
“Cheer up, princess. Unless you want to get fired by boss.”
Speaking of the devil, someone cleared his throat behind them. And by someone, meaning the boss-Wu Yifan stands six (or more) feet tall, if they (the maids and baristas) are set to lure the men, then the manager is hired to lure in everyone with female sex organs. He casts them a menacing look and they all pretend to worn something, Kyungsoo immediately nurses down on a pile of plates, while Luhan pretends to sweep something off the bar's table, Zitao on the other hand sends Kyungsoo the caramel macchiato and by sending meaning sliding it off the table which Kyungsoo fails to catch. The poor coffee hugs the floor.
"Zitao." the mood of Yifan got a hundred percent scarier and Kyungsoo immediately runs to clean the mess that she (and Zitao) made.
"B-boss..." Kyungsoo swears she can hear her swallowing her soul-aside from dogs Zitao is definitely afraid of Wu Yifan, as well as the two of them.
"In my office." He says and turns away. "Now." Zitao immediately walks behind him, cowering in fear but still manages to send Kyungsoo and Luhan a smile.
"Luhan I'll leave the rest to y-"
"Huang Zitao." By the sound of Yifan's voice, Zitao bolts straight and runs ahead of him through his office.
"I can smell salary deduction." Luhan says, who Kyungsoo notices has already gone inside the bar-she used to be a barista, so Kyungsoo supposes everything’s going to be perfectly fine with Zitao being reprimanded a few meters away from them. Luhan does Kyungsoo’s orders first, setting the cheesecake right before making the two ice coffees ordered.
Luhan hands her the tray but gestures for Kyungsoo to smile before heading back to her customers. She rolls her eyes on Luhan and leaves her to give her customer’s orders, finding them casually smirking like little devils when they see her approaching.
“Orders up,” she says, unamused. “Masters.”
The second guy-the one who asked for her number and makes Kyungsoo’s blood boil the most-raises his eyebrows at her and annoyingly says, “Where are my orders?”
“Here’s your venti caffé latte.” She picks the coffee from the tray and shoves it in front of the man who surprisingly backs off violently away from her, which quite took everyone’s curious gazes on their table. Kyungsoo pays them no attention and marches to Luhan’s desk, in front of the bar where a stack of business cards lay untouched and she picks up a two or three, rushing back to her customer’s table and slamming down her hand, making the two guys jump in surprise. “Here is the contact number of our shop, for more inquiries.”
She leaves the two guys watching her walk out with their mouths ajar.
☁
The reckless commotion Kyungsoo made led her listening to Wufan’s endless reproach and myriads of firing threats that apparently never happens (because you see, Kyungsoo has been the top employee for three consecutive months now since Zitao was able to get the August slot, she would’ve gotten six straight awards if it weren’t for that big boobed bartender. And Wufan’s biggest weakness, next to Zitao’s legs, are punctual employees who never miss a single absent in their job-hah! Take that Huang Zitao who takes absences once every two months-Kyungsoo counts because, hey, the increase in her payment is her only hope in the world).
And in exchange for not ‘firing’ her, Wufan handed her a pile of paperworks to sort out by the next day where her excuse of ”I have classes tom-” only got cut off by Wufan’s ”-Or else I’ll fire you” as he mercilessly let her carry the mountain of folders in the middle of the cold snow.
Ugh. Men.
Such ungrateful bastards who think they have power over women. All they do is take advantage of their weaknesses, which they unrightfully suppose is themselves.
Now Kyungsoo arrives at school, flawlessly early as always. She believes, in all terms that is right, that a president shall be the role model of every student walking on the school grounds of the university. Luckily, she only needs to attend two classes for today and do rounds while she works on some event that the student affairs will be doing for the month. It will give her more time to work on the papers Wufan has given her, while doing nothing in the headquarters probably.
There are two more hours before the bell rings for the daily assessment ceremony and Kyungsoo patrols by the gate, ignoring the stares she’s getting from the guards who never get used to her as she looks over the students. There’s a reason why she stands here, and that is indicated in the student handbook she has read and memorized in a span of three hours.
Every student shall wear his/her uniform properly inside the campus at all times.
Now she stands by the guard house, eyes hawking over every student that enters the entrance who never fails to get intimidated under Kyungsoo’s wide judging eyes.
“Byun Baekhyun!” she spots two seniors who just passed through the gates, one is a lanky man who wears weird mutated looking glasses and the other... she supposes she won’t describe him for the meantime.
Byun Baekhyun, the ‘other’, freezes at his spot and Kyungsoo does not miss the way he rolls his eyes as she approaches them.
“Your I.D.?”
“Uhh...” Byun Baekhyun taps his foot and looks at his lanky friend, making Kyungsoo’s brows furrow when he suddenly speaks, “Left it.” and dashes off instantly.
“Hey!” Kyungsoo is left staring at their diminishing figures, jaw hanging low as she slap her face with her own palm, groaning to herself. “Fuck my life.”
☁
Kyungsoo doesn’t notice the bottle of banana milk casually slid on the table by Jongin. The young vice president clears his throat but she gives him no attention as she busies herself with the seventh folder of paperworks she still needs to arrange. Fuck Wu Yifan and his lazy man ass, now she has to deal with this instead of doing her daily rounds to reprimand and try to cease those naughty boys.
She promised. She told herself that her turn will become a stage of suppression of the concubinage mastered by these assholes, and the girls suffering under the terror of being mentally harassed by these men will be freed by the time she graduates from this university. It didn’t take a while for her to reach the top though, she just mastered a few martial arts and got the hearts of every faculty staff in the campus, which gives her an assurance that taming these wild animals wouldn’t cost her a droplet of sweat.
Jongin clears his throat.
After she graduates she can finally quit her job, and get rid of her scary boss that is the embodiment of all dickhead in the world, find a decent part-time job and enter college without any distractions (a.k.a. all of the debts her father left them with. The guts of that man to run away, once she sees him Kyungsoo definitely won’t let him escape alive). He deserves to burn in hell. Every man deserves to burn in hell.
“Uhh....” Jongin breaks in her thoughts, making Kyungsoo jerk away from her desk.
“Wha-”
“I know you hate us, although I see no valid reasons as to why I should be included when all I wanted in this world is to get out of this school because it’s already three and Sehun, my boyfriend, is already waiting outside for me.” Jongin pushes his glasses up his nose, looking calm but Kyungsoo feels that he’s burning in irritation inside.
“Your-What.”
“I’ll never get used to your daily unconscious chatters of ’I hate men’ and the likes, but hey, it’s already three oh-seven and my boyfriend will definitely kick me where it hurts if I still won’t get out of this hell-I mean, room. The milk’s for you, by the way.” Jongin dashes out of the room instantly, leaving Kyungsoo staring at the door with her mouth agape for the second time this day. Three seconds after, Jongin’s head resurfaces back on the door, “And try not to curse out loud when you see someone with a dick hanging between their legs, bye!”
Jesus Christ. Men.
☁
There are a thousand things Kyungsoo hate in this world, almost half of them consisting of the paperworks Wufan has given her. She finished a little late, finding herself staring at the space most often than not but she tried to get the distractions away from her.
Kyungsoo thinks if Wufan can summon a monster from the deepest depths of hell, then Kyungsoo would’ve probably been ripped apart by now.
“This is the first time. First time, you’ve come late. Of all fucking days Kyungsoo!” Wufan lands his knuckles on the desk pretty strongly that made her jump. “Why now.”
That definitely isn’t a question.
Apparently, the files have to be submitted to the main branch two hours ago, knowing that Kyungsoo usually arrives at exactly three thirty in the afternoon, Wufan thought everything would go smooth. Not until Kyungsoo arrives two hours later, panting from the long walk (because rush hour is a bitch, so she decided to take a walk (run) instead of riding the train). The coffee shop’s just a station away from her school after all, which is quite a risk in getting caught but who the hell goes to a maid café when you’re in high school and too busy being a dickhead anyway?
Standing here, in the middle of Wufan’s office that is weirdly normal in comparison to the blindingly kawaii stuff that decorate the interior of the shop, Kyungsoo suddenly feels the dread of not being the month’s employee and the imminence of her increase bidding goodbye.
She doesn’t answer him, but instead, lowers her head and closes her eyes, praying for a divine intervention to happen-like maybe a consideration.
“I’m itching to fire you.”
And I’m itching to kick you in the crotch. This asshole couldn’t be thankful enough.
“I’m sorry.” she says instead, head hanging low. “It won’t... happen again...”
“It better not.” Or I’ll seriously fire you. goes without saying, and Kyungsoo leaves the room with heavier shoulders than when she first arrived. She stayed mostly in the bar with Zitao who pats her back whenever she gazes off, avoiding the customers not to send off a bad aura she’s possessed, completely ignorant of the frown coming from the brows of someone in the corner of the shop.
☁
The next day becomes easy for Kyungsoo, thankfully. The patrolling has gone off like the usual, she reprimands students disobeying any number in the students’ handbook ranging from the first to the last and she’s finally caught Baekhyun too, that one jerk who ran away from her the day before. Although she wasn’t able to see his tall lanky friend, she still was able to get him confined by the end of classes, and she has set him up to clean the headquarters of the student council.
“I already have my I.D., can’t I just go?” Baekhyun mutters while sweeping nothing on the ground, face pulled into a disgruntled expression.
“Pick up the bags from the garbage cans and bring them to the janitors’ quarters.” she says, ignoring his question. She must finish things as soon as possible, maybe arrive an hour before her in and clean some stuff to get Wufan’s heart back. She gags at the thought.
“But this is so unfair-”
“Kim Jongin wears his student I.D. everytime inside the campus, shouldn’t that be unfair to him?”
The unaware vice president raises his head from organizing folders of unknown matters Kyungsoo just suddenly dropped on his table, looking at them with naivety. “Did someone call me...?”
“Look at him!” Kyungsoo says, a hand pointing over Kim Jongin. “He is the perfect student body one should-”
A sob.
Wait.
“One should what? Look up to?” Baekhyun comments, like he’s about to vomit, Jongin merely looks offended but stares at Kyungsoo looking puzzled instead.
“Shush.”
“I know he isn’t. You don’t have to pretend-”
“Do you hear that?”
“I’m not hearing anything but my soul wanting to escape this hell, it’s already two o’clock!”
Kyungsoo ignores him again but opens the door to get welcomed with a girl crying.
“Oh shit.” that must have come from Jongin because he knows Kyungsoo can summon a Titan when she sees a girl being mistreated by men, her biggest detestation.
“KIM. JUN. MYEON.”
“Baekhyun, please kindly hand me my rosary I’ll be praying for the mankind’s dicks.”
☁
There are ten thousands of things Kyungsoo definitely hate with so much passion in this world, and Kim Joonmyun, that arrogant bastard who plays with the gullible girls’ hearts like he plays the ball on court definitely tops the chart. If it’s legal by law to murder a heartbreaker, Junmyeon must have been long resting eight feet deep the ground. Kyungsoo must admit he’s handsome, or, okay and pretty charming plus downright talented in bed, maybe? the court. The rest of the council officers are already talking about the intramurals that will take place next month and are already playing bets on Kim Junmyeon being this year’s MVP. Well she’ll bet they won’t have that for he will get crushed by her merciless fist today.
“KIM. JUN. MYEON.”
She hears Jongin saying something at the back and Baekhyun backing it up with a snort but she chooses to ignore them, instead giving Junmyeon a glare that can cut the deepest depth, well metaphorically speaking of course.
“How dare you.”
She hears another murmur from her vice president in fear at the back but she ignores him yet again, eyes bulging out from its sockets in the suffocating gaze she is offering the heartless guy with.
Kim Junmyeon huffs out a breath as what she supposes is a laugh. The nerve of this guy to laugh at her, does he find every single girl in this campus ridiculous?
“Kim Junmyeon, what the hell are you doing making another girl cry, huh?” she crosses her arms, eyeing him warily.
Junmyeon smiles a fake one and throws something to Kyungsoo, which she she almost stumbles from catching. She looks at the red envelope in her hand, a white heart cut out meticulously from a piece of paper pasted in front. “Just rejecting a confession, President.”
Kim Junmyeon walks out and leaves Kyungsoo cursing to herself, having half a mind to dismiss Baekhyun from his ‘detention’.
☁
Kyungsoo is reluctant to enter the shop. She stands at the back exit, the only door that the staffs use and takes a deep breath, garnering all of her courage to walk inside. Yesterday was the first time Wufan got mad because of her (but it’s not like it’s her fault, it’s Wufan’s because technically, sorting out files to be submitted to the main branch isn’t her job). She’s arrived half an hour earlier than her normal duty, maybe this get back Wufan’s’ impression and just for the despair of being the month's top employee.
She enters and goes straight to the staff room, finding her uniform hanged on a metal rack beside her locker.
"Oh!" Zitao appears suddenly inside, looking surprised that Kyungsoo arrived too early in the shop. "Classes over? You’re in early.”
Kyungsoo enters the dressing room, a cubicle separated by a door and sets on changing to her outfit when she replies. “Avoiding headaches.”
“You mean avoiding pissing Wufan off again?” Luhan’s voice beams.
“What are you doing here? There’s no one out there in the shop!” Kyungsoo hears Zitao scolding the waitress.
“Says the barista who went inside to run away from her responsibilities.”
“I didn’t run away! I am taking a rest-”
Zitao suddenly stops which makes Kyungsoo’s brows furrow. “Hey, Zitao, say I’m up for the garbage tonight-OH.”
Wufan meets her at the doorway right when she opens the cubicle door, noticing Zitao cursing internally (which Kyungsoo suspects she seems to be having the capability to conduct telepathy because she can clearly hear Zitao’s fuck, fuck, fuck in her head).
“Yo...” Kyungsoo awkwardly tries to send the tension in the air.
“Yo...? Well ‘Yo’ my ass if someone can explain why the hell no one is outside right now?” But alas, it is to no avail.
“Girl talk...” Zitao adds and internally squirms.
“You’ll all receive punishment tonight.” the door crashes hard and Kyungsoo shares a look that mirrored Zitao’s face. Horrified.
“This is your fault Luhan.”
Ugh. Men.
☁
The punishment is apparently doing more shit than what they are obligated to do, and Wufan’s putting more pressure on their shoulders by being an ingratiating supervisor who keeps on giving them surveying looks that can light up fire anytime soon.
“Seriously...” Kyungsoo hisses as she hands Zitao the customer’s orders. “I can’t even talk properly to the customers with the looks he’s giving us, we didn’t even commit a sin we don’t deserve this!”
“Hush down. He’s currently digging holes in your skull as we speak.”
The shop’s door chime resonates over the shop, signalling another customer coming in, how fortunate can this day get? Wufan’s pissed as fuck over them and the customers just keep on coming that Kyungsoo feels thrice restless, she has a feeling this will be a long night for her and the girls in the shop. She isn’t sure with Wufan because all he does is warm his ass in his chair and watch them tire themselves for the entire night. She rushes toward the door, bowing and smiling, eyes crinkling as she greeted the new customer for the night. “Welcome, Master! How can I help-shit.”
Kyungsoo stands frozen as a pair of familiar eyes crinkle back at her with lips smirking in delight. In a very awful kind of delight. “Oh...”
If Kyungsoo thinks Wufan is a demon who broke through the Earth’s crust then she must have done no justice because the man standing before her is none other than the reincarnation of Satan, the God of men.
“If it isn’t the president...”
“KIM. JUN. MYEON.” she blurts out.
“Surprise.”
She is so dead.
☁
The thing about men is they will do everything to ruin your life.
For example, there’s her dad who left her family with nothing else but debts. Different banks went claiming all of their property that ever stood in the land of Seoul, leaving her with her mother and sister house hopping from their relatives’ places until she gets to find a job that has been thankfully able to afford a small apartment somewhere in downtown Myeongdong.
For another example, there’s this demon of a boss named Wu Yi Fan who does nothing but to intimidate every single fiber of Kyungsoo’s being. He often scolds them, (by them meaning only Kyungsoo and Luhan, because you see he has a hot eye on Zitao all this time) and gives extra work that is illegal by the law.
For the last example there’s Kim Junmyeon, fine piece of Satan, yes Kyungsoo will shamelessly admit. But he’s savoring the torture he’s doing to Kyungsoo intentionally as he hums to himself, taking far toooo long to order.
Kyungsoo coughs, disturbing the ‘customer’. “Shall I get back to you, master?” she sends him a threatening look that Wufan will not be able to see from afar, because if he does she will be twice doomed.
“No, don’t leave. I’m still thinking about my order, president.”
“Stop calling me that.” she whispers beneath her gritted teeth.
“You are the President and I think I shall call you with that term.” Junmyeon looks up to her from the list of menu and Kyungsoo suddenly feels Wufan’s eyes on her.
She lets out a fake smile, “Since you are my master, yes, you can use whatever term that pleases you... master.” She feels like puking.
In Kyungsoo’s peripheral vision, Wufan’s gaze transfers to Luhan’s obviously pissed off trance, making Kyungsoo heave a sigh of relief.
“Now go choose your order before my boss skins me alive.” she hisses.
“Americano.” Junmyeon says.
“What.”
“My order.” Junmyeon looks at her, puzzled expression fucking up with her system. “With cinnamon please.”
Kyungsoo writes down his order that took just ten minutes. How can someone take so long just to order a motherfucking Americano? “I want to drown you in whip cream.”
“Sounds kinky.”
Ugh. Men.
Kyungsoo goes to the bar then, handing Zitao Junmyeon’s order. Face as gloomy as the weather when she collapses on the stool in front of the bar.
“You better stand before the boss sees you slumping like a slug there.” Zitao warns, a thermos of hot Americano in her hand that Kyungsoo wants to pour on every man’s face.
“I’m so dead.”
Zitao hands her the order, smiling at her that signals to get the fuck out before they get scolded by Wufan whose brow raises with Kyungsoo’s slumped position on the table. “Go back to your customer before he blows fire on us.”
“I can’t.” Kyungsoo’s back straightens then, pretending to be a good girl under Wufan’s surveying gaze.
“If he comes here and starts scolding us in front of everyone in the shop I swear Kyungsoo you’ll be swimming in boiling Americano by the end of the day.” Zitao whisks away, making coffee to ignore Kyungsoo.
Kyungsoo’s left with no choice but to go back to Junmyeon.
“Order’s up. Bye, master.” Kyungsoo turns away then, heels clicking on the floor when Junmyeon grabs her wrist, pulling her back to sit beside him.
“Your master is lonely.”
Kyungsoo tries to hide her irritation when she notices Wufan casting her a look, so she immediately forces a fake smile that mocks Junmyeon’s existence. “How will I help you master? Another refill of your cup?”
Junmyeon looks at her and purses his lips, taking a look at his untouched coffee. “No. I just need you here.”
“Just saying, I’m working here.” Kyungsoo hisses under her breath when she finds Wufan retreating back to his office. “And you aren’t paying me to have a coffee break with you.”
Kyungsoo fails to notice the disappointment in Junmyeon’s eyes which the boy easily dismissed.
☁
Kyungsoo lists down the things she hate in her diary, pretty much eighty percent of her whole life and men. It’s a thing that has never gotten off her, lashing out her madness to an old notebook she has kept to herself for a while-embarrassments lay there, as well as dreams.
February 2, 2014
Junmyeon discovered where I work. Maybe I have to find a new job since Wufan and his lazy man ass is taking its toll on him (and blaming it on me) (great). I have a feeling tomorrow will be my undoing, everyone will discover that I’m a poor, shameless working student who embodies a cruel man-hating soul. Everyone knowing my embarrassing job won’t change the fact that people with dicks think less more than a turtle does though. Junmyeon gives enough justice.
☁
Kyungsoo swears everyone knows by now. No matter how normal they act, the greetings they’re giving and their unresolved faces, she knows they know and she’s probably the campus’ laughing stock by now, they’re probably just trying to remain civil. And be better humans than Kyungsoo thought they were.
Men, men, men. They give her nothing but all of the headaches in the world, like they were made to make her life more miserable than how it already is as time passes by, becoming a nuisance more than just a disturbance. Becoming a big bolded X more than just a question mark.
“...intramurals is now moved to the first week then, giving us more time to prepare and fund for the-President, are you listening?”
“You know it you don’t have to act so normal. I disgust you. I’m a shame to this campus. I am a walking filth.”
Jongin gives him a weird look. “Maybe we can dismiss the meeting for now? You don’t seem fine.”
“I’m perfectly fine!!!” Kyungsoo screams at his face, eyes rounding. “And a shame.”
School finishes without a hassle, unless that one time she’s cleaning the hallway by stealing the janitor’s job when Junmyeon appears out of nowhere, walking toward her with imaginary glitters littering the air as he passed by and looking at her like she killed a man. His expression denied it but Kyungsoo swears Junmyeon’s evil soul was cackling like fireworks in Chinese New Year.
Ugh. Men.
“Wanna work inside today, cupcake?” Zitao asks, noticing Kyungsoo’s distress state. Of course a girl will understand.
Kyungsoo, as much as she hates men, objectively thinks she’s horrible at making coffee. She can’t even differentiate mocha and latté, so staying in the bar for tonight even if not for the first time is one of the worst thing Zitao had given thought to.
Kyungsoo shakes her head. “Do you want the men’s orders getting poisoned? Because if you’ll agree then sure I’ll be the night’s barista.”
“I’m trying to be nice, piece of bratty shit.”
“Am I not being one as well? By avoiding my murderous tendencies.”
Zitao scoffs as she throws Kyungsoo’s uniform over her head.
☁
If a stare can melt then Kyungsoo’s been thawing for three straight hours now. This time it isn’t Wufan’s eyes refusing to leave her anymore, her sassy boss is back being a lazy ass doing probably nothing in his office while she gets harassed (that is an overstatement) by being obscenely stared at by this guy named Junmyeon who (may or may not) have spread information regarding her current pitiful and shameful job. The peculiar thing is no one has said a thing about it, so maybe he’s not that much of a gossiper than she thinks. But she still can’t help to not be paranoid over it. Once the students learn that she wears a maid outfit to serve coffee and cake during the night, all of the hard work she has done for the past four years of her life will come to a waste. They will hate her, the respect she worked so hard for will dissipate in a matter of minutes, like bubbles popping. Disappearing in a second. It makes her want to cry.
“I should’ve just worked inside, I hate my life.” Kyungsoo mutters to herself, slumping on the bar table when she hands Zitao the last order for the night.
☁
February is pretty cold tonight. Kyungsoo’s shivering beneath a single piece of sweater she received for her last birthday. Maybe this is God’s way of punishing her for hating on men, but this is too cruel. Dying in a cold weather is way worse than being laughed at for her ridiculous job. What’s proving her theory that this may be a punishment gets stronger when she realizes she’s three minutes late and has missed the bus on her way home. Sweet.
“Fuck.” she curses, visible fog ghosting from her breath. “Fuck men. Fuck everything. Fuck bus drivers. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” she resolves her frustration over kicking a dead lightpost repeatedly until it weirdly lights up and she pauses, noticing something peculiar. Okay maybe she has supernatural powers now? But that isn’t the thing. Her jaw hangs low when she sees someone so familiar look at her with a flicker of smile on his face. The devil.
Devil is synonymous to Kim Junmyeon. He’s this one guy who breaks every girl’s heart like he breaks egg shells to cook for breakfast, the one who discovered her job and the shame she has put herself into, the guy who orders a cup of Americano that he finishes in four hours, sometimes five and the guy that she refuses to believe that has spread zero information about her work (and her ugly uniform).
“What are you doing here?” she asks, coming near him.
“What are you doing here wearing just that thin piece of clothing?”
“Why do you care?”
“Because I do.” His smirk drops into a soft look, eyes casting a worried look on her.
“Really, is it time to be tremendously greasy? The last bus has gone off, so shoo, you better start walking on your way home.” Kyungsoo says, turning away from Junmyeon.
Junmyeon grabs her wrist then, an annoying habit that he has, and forces her to stand beside him. “I have a car.”
“Like I care?”
Something gets draped over her shoulder and Kyungsoo looks down to see what it is-oh, a jacket. Something she might care about. About to roll her eyes, she looks back up only to freeze halfway, finding Junmyeon’s face a little way tooooo close.
“Uh.. I-I’m o-okay you don’t... don’t have to.” Needless to say, the closeness of their faces is getting too awkward for her.
“I’ll take you home and I won’t take no for an answer.”
☁
February 3, 2014
No one knows about my work. Because maybe he’s just being too nice and actually understands my situation because he’s such an angel and he legit looks like one too so he kept quiet about it and I might give him a free coffee for it but Wufan will probably end up firing me so no thanks maybe treat him in another coffee shop next time.
Junmyeon’s annoying sassy face was just a few centimeters away from me goddamnit it could’ve been my first kiss but it was too cold and it won’t be romantic I want to do it with him under a branch of a cherry tree or maybe somewhere near a river kept on looking at me while I was on my duty I wanted to kick him in the shin because it’s annoying.
His jacket smells so nice I wish he didn’t see me sniffing it on the way to my house because I swear coffee has never smelled this good until Kim Junmyeon
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There are a hundred things Kyungsoo hate in this world and maybe one of them isn’t when Junmyeon enters the café and orders nothing but a hot americano with a few drops of cinnamon on top, looking over at her as Kyungsoo pretends not to blush.
She isn’t blushing at all.
Not until Junmyeon kisses her for the first time that night, when Kyungsoo accidentally misses her bus for the second time this week on purpose.
Pairing: girl!Kyungsoo/Junmyeon (+ hints of Taoris)
Rating: G
Wordcount: 5,700 words
Warning: Girl Kyungsoo/Tao/Luhan
Summary: Kyungsoo, Seika High’s first female council president and the biggest demon feminist to rule the school has been found working in a maid café. Junmyeon cares a little too much. Kaichou-wa Maid Sama!AU
A/N: Crossposted from capsandpizzas
There are a hundred things Kyungsoo hate in this world, and ninety-nine of them compose of men. The remaining one has got to be her shitty job.
“Welcome masters!” she gives the two men who enter the shop a wide smile, her eyes closing into crescents and lips forming a heart shape that is undeniably a favorite of the customers. “How can I serve you?”
She doesn’t fail to catch the gleam on their eyes and the not-so-hidden smirks on their faces but Kyungsoo shakes the creepy feeling off her shoulders, waiting for their response as she slightly fiddle with the hem of her maid outfit.
“A table for two please.”
She ushers them to follow her, leading them to the right corner of the café where a table with two seats lay unoccupied. Kyungsoo hands them the menu, patiently (and painfully) waiting for them to give her their orders as she once again fiddles with her uniform. It’s uncomfortable, always two sizes less than her average clothes, fitting to her body and suffocating her waist with merciless buttons gripping tight.
She taps her foot lightly on the floor, humming silently along with the song playing in the background. One of the guys raises his hand and sends her a sweet (read: extremely disgusting) smile before saying his order. “I’d like a caramel macchiato and a cheese cake.”
“Mine’s a caffé latte and...” the other guy says and busies himself searching before smirking wickedly at her, “...your number.”
Kyungsoo rolls her eyes and heaves an exhale. “One caramel macchiato, cheesecake and a caffé latte.” she repeats their orders, purposely leaving the last one and giving them a fake lazy smile and marches off towards the bar.
“What’s with the face?” Zitao, the coffee barista who is about her age asks with brows creasing into a fold as Kyungsoo approaches the bar with a pissed off face.
“What’s with the world creating more people with dicks?”
Zitao laughs at her, pulling the order away from her grasp before she gets to crumble and tear it to pieces. “Just extend your patience for a while, you know how boss hates it when we bat an eyelash on them.”
“Yup.” Luhan, another maid like Kyungsoo comes toward the bar and hands Zitao another order. “Oh hey Zitao, the cute guy’s back with another girl, 10 bucks on this-he’ll never bring her back here.”
“Twenty bucks says you’ll never get in his pants.” Zitao snatches the order from Luhan’s hand and avoids the slap that awaits her.
“Seriously...” Kyungsoo mutters to herself, thanking whoever invented her for not having the same level of intelligence as Zitao and Luhan.
“Cheer up, princess. Unless you want to get fired by boss.”
Speaking of the devil, someone cleared his throat behind them. And by someone, meaning the boss-Wu Yifan stands six (or more) feet tall, if they (the maids and baristas) are set to lure the men, then the manager is hired to lure in everyone with female sex organs. He casts them a menacing look and they all pretend to worn something, Kyungsoo immediately nurses down on a pile of plates, while Luhan pretends to sweep something off the bar's table, Zitao on the other hand sends Kyungsoo the caramel macchiato and by sending meaning sliding it off the table which Kyungsoo fails to catch. The poor coffee hugs the floor.
"Zitao." the mood of Yifan got a hundred percent scarier and Kyungsoo immediately runs to clean the mess that she (and Zitao) made.
"B-boss..." Kyungsoo swears she can hear her swallowing her soul-aside from dogs Zitao is definitely afraid of Wu Yifan, as well as the two of them.
"In my office." He says and turns away. "Now." Zitao immediately walks behind him, cowering in fear but still manages to send Kyungsoo and Luhan a smile.
"Luhan I'll leave the rest to y-"
"Huang Zitao." By the sound of Yifan's voice, Zitao bolts straight and runs ahead of him through his office.
"I can smell salary deduction." Luhan says, who Kyungsoo notices has already gone inside the bar-she used to be a barista, so Kyungsoo supposes everything’s going to be perfectly fine with Zitao being reprimanded a few meters away from them. Luhan does Kyungsoo’s orders first, setting the cheesecake right before making the two ice coffees ordered.
Luhan hands her the tray but gestures for Kyungsoo to smile before heading back to her customers. She rolls her eyes on Luhan and leaves her to give her customer’s orders, finding them casually smirking like little devils when they see her approaching.
“Orders up,” she says, unamused. “Masters.”
The second guy-the one who asked for her number and makes Kyungsoo’s blood boil the most-raises his eyebrows at her and annoyingly says, “Where are my orders?”
“Here’s your venti caffé latte.” She picks the coffee from the tray and shoves it in front of the man who surprisingly backs off violently away from her, which quite took everyone’s curious gazes on their table. Kyungsoo pays them no attention and marches to Luhan’s desk, in front of the bar where a stack of business cards lay untouched and she picks up a two or three, rushing back to her customer’s table and slamming down her hand, making the two guys jump in surprise. “Here is the contact number of our shop, for more inquiries.”
She leaves the two guys watching her walk out with their mouths ajar.
☁
The reckless commotion Kyungsoo made led her listening to Wufan’s endless reproach and myriads of firing threats that apparently never happens (because you see, Kyungsoo has been the top employee for three consecutive months now since Zitao was able to get the August slot, she would’ve gotten six straight awards if it weren’t for that big boobed bartender. And Wufan’s biggest weakness, next to Zitao’s legs, are punctual employees who never miss a single absent in their job-hah! Take that Huang Zitao who takes absences once every two months-Kyungsoo counts because, hey, the increase in her payment is her only hope in the world).
And in exchange for not ‘firing’ her, Wufan handed her a pile of paperworks to sort out by the next day where her excuse of ”I have classes tom-” only got cut off by Wufan’s ”-Or else I’ll fire you” as he mercilessly let her carry the mountain of folders in the middle of the cold snow.
Ugh. Men.
Such ungrateful bastards who think they have power over women. All they do is take advantage of their weaknesses, which they unrightfully suppose is themselves.
Now Kyungsoo arrives at school, flawlessly early as always. She believes, in all terms that is right, that a president shall be the role model of every student walking on the school grounds of the university. Luckily, she only needs to attend two classes for today and do rounds while she works on some event that the student affairs will be doing for the month. It will give her more time to work on the papers Wufan has given her, while doing nothing in the headquarters probably.
There are two more hours before the bell rings for the daily assessment ceremony and Kyungsoo patrols by the gate, ignoring the stares she’s getting from the guards who never get used to her as she looks over the students. There’s a reason why she stands here, and that is indicated in the student handbook she has read and memorized in a span of three hours.
Every student shall wear his/her uniform properly inside the campus at all times.
Now she stands by the guard house, eyes hawking over every student that enters the entrance who never fails to get intimidated under Kyungsoo’s wide judging eyes.
“Byun Baekhyun!” she spots two seniors who just passed through the gates, one is a lanky man who wears weird mutated looking glasses and the other... she supposes she won’t describe him for the meantime.
Byun Baekhyun, the ‘other’, freezes at his spot and Kyungsoo does not miss the way he rolls his eyes as she approaches them.
“Your I.D.?”
“Uhh...” Byun Baekhyun taps his foot and looks at his lanky friend, making Kyungsoo’s brows furrow when he suddenly speaks, “Left it.” and dashes off instantly.
“Hey!” Kyungsoo is left staring at their diminishing figures, jaw hanging low as she slap her face with her own palm, groaning to herself. “Fuck my life.”
☁
Kyungsoo doesn’t notice the bottle of banana milk casually slid on the table by Jongin. The young vice president clears his throat but she gives him no attention as she busies herself with the seventh folder of paperworks she still needs to arrange. Fuck Wu Yifan and his lazy man ass, now she has to deal with this instead of doing her daily rounds to reprimand and try to cease those naughty boys.
She promised. She told herself that her turn will become a stage of suppression of the concubinage mastered by these assholes, and the girls suffering under the terror of being mentally harassed by these men will be freed by the time she graduates from this university. It didn’t take a while for her to reach the top though, she just mastered a few martial arts and got the hearts of every faculty staff in the campus, which gives her an assurance that taming these wild animals wouldn’t cost her a droplet of sweat.
Jongin clears his throat.
After she graduates she can finally quit her job, and get rid of her scary boss that is the embodiment of all dickhead in the world, find a decent part-time job and enter college without any distractions (a.k.a. all of the debts her father left them with. The guts of that man to run away, once she sees him Kyungsoo definitely won’t let him escape alive). He deserves to burn in hell. Every man deserves to burn in hell.
“Uhh....” Jongin breaks in her thoughts, making Kyungsoo jerk away from her desk.
“Wha-”
“I know you hate us, although I see no valid reasons as to why I should be included when all I wanted in this world is to get out of this school because it’s already three and Sehun, my boyfriend, is already waiting outside for me.” Jongin pushes his glasses up his nose, looking calm but Kyungsoo feels that he’s burning in irritation inside.
“Your-What.”
“I’ll never get used to your daily unconscious chatters of ’I hate men’ and the likes, but hey, it’s already three oh-seven and my boyfriend will definitely kick me where it hurts if I still won’t get out of this hell-I mean, room. The milk’s for you, by the way.” Jongin dashes out of the room instantly, leaving Kyungsoo staring at the door with her mouth agape for the second time this day. Three seconds after, Jongin’s head resurfaces back on the door, “And try not to curse out loud when you see someone with a dick hanging between their legs, bye!”
Jesus Christ. Men.
☁
There are a thousand things Kyungsoo hate in this world, almost half of them consisting of the paperworks Wufan has given her. She finished a little late, finding herself staring at the space most often than not but she tried to get the distractions away from her.
Kyungsoo thinks if Wufan can summon a monster from the deepest depths of hell, then Kyungsoo would’ve probably been ripped apart by now.
“This is the first time. First time, you’ve come late. Of all fucking days Kyungsoo!” Wufan lands his knuckles on the desk pretty strongly that made her jump. “Why now.”
That definitely isn’t a question.
Apparently, the files have to be submitted to the main branch two hours ago, knowing that Kyungsoo usually arrives at exactly three thirty in the afternoon, Wufan thought everything would go smooth. Not until Kyungsoo arrives two hours later, panting from the long walk (because rush hour is a bitch, so she decided to take a walk (run) instead of riding the train). The coffee shop’s just a station away from her school after all, which is quite a risk in getting caught but who the hell goes to a maid café when you’re in high school and too busy being a dickhead anyway?
Standing here, in the middle of Wufan’s office that is weirdly normal in comparison to the blindingly kawaii stuff that decorate the interior of the shop, Kyungsoo suddenly feels the dread of not being the month’s employee and the imminence of her increase bidding goodbye.
She doesn’t answer him, but instead, lowers her head and closes her eyes, praying for a divine intervention to happen-like maybe a consideration.
“I’m itching to fire you.”
And I’m itching to kick you in the crotch. This asshole couldn’t be thankful enough.
“I’m sorry.” she says instead, head hanging low. “It won’t... happen again...”
“It better not.” Or I’ll seriously fire you. goes without saying, and Kyungsoo leaves the room with heavier shoulders than when she first arrived. She stayed mostly in the bar with Zitao who pats her back whenever she gazes off, avoiding the customers not to send off a bad aura she’s possessed, completely ignorant of the frown coming from the brows of someone in the corner of the shop.
☁
The next day becomes easy for Kyungsoo, thankfully. The patrolling has gone off like the usual, she reprimands students disobeying any number in the students’ handbook ranging from the first to the last and she’s finally caught Baekhyun too, that one jerk who ran away from her the day before. Although she wasn’t able to see his tall lanky friend, she still was able to get him confined by the end of classes, and she has set him up to clean the headquarters of the student council.
“I already have my I.D., can’t I just go?” Baekhyun mutters while sweeping nothing on the ground, face pulled into a disgruntled expression.
“Pick up the bags from the garbage cans and bring them to the janitors’ quarters.” she says, ignoring his question. She must finish things as soon as possible, maybe arrive an hour before her in and clean some stuff to get Wufan’s heart back. She gags at the thought.
“But this is so unfair-”
“Kim Jongin wears his student I.D. everytime inside the campus, shouldn’t that be unfair to him?”
The unaware vice president raises his head from organizing folders of unknown matters Kyungsoo just suddenly dropped on his table, looking at them with naivety. “Did someone call me...?”
“Look at him!” Kyungsoo says, a hand pointing over Kim Jongin. “He is the perfect student body one should-”
A sob.
Wait.
“One should what? Look up to?” Baekhyun comments, like he’s about to vomit, Jongin merely looks offended but stares at Kyungsoo looking puzzled instead.
“Shush.”
“I know he isn’t. You don’t have to pretend-”
“Do you hear that?”
“I’m not hearing anything but my soul wanting to escape this hell, it’s already two o’clock!”
Kyungsoo ignores him again but opens the door to get welcomed with a girl crying.
“Oh shit.” that must have come from Jongin because he knows Kyungsoo can summon a Titan when she sees a girl being mistreated by men, her biggest detestation.
“KIM. JUN. MYEON.”
“Baekhyun, please kindly hand me my rosary I’ll be praying for the mankind’s dicks.”
☁
There are ten thousands of things Kyungsoo definitely hate with so much passion in this world, and Kim Joonmyun, that arrogant bastard who plays with the gullible girls’ hearts like he plays the ball on court definitely tops the chart. If it’s legal by law to murder a heartbreaker, Junmyeon must have been long resting eight feet deep the ground. Kyungsoo must admit he’s handsome, or, okay and pretty charming plus downright talented in bed, maybe? the court. The rest of the council officers are already talking about the intramurals that will take place next month and are already playing bets on Kim Junmyeon being this year’s MVP. Well she’ll bet they won’t have that for he will get crushed by her merciless fist today.
“KIM. JUN. MYEON.”
She hears Jongin saying something at the back and Baekhyun backing it up with a snort but she chooses to ignore them, instead giving Junmyeon a glare that can cut the deepest depth, well metaphorically speaking of course.
“How dare you.”
She hears another murmur from her vice president in fear at the back but she ignores him yet again, eyes bulging out from its sockets in the suffocating gaze she is offering the heartless guy with.
Kim Junmyeon huffs out a breath as what she supposes is a laugh. The nerve of this guy to laugh at her, does he find every single girl in this campus ridiculous?
“Kim Junmyeon, what the hell are you doing making another girl cry, huh?” she crosses her arms, eyeing him warily.
Junmyeon smiles a fake one and throws something to Kyungsoo, which she she almost stumbles from catching. She looks at the red envelope in her hand, a white heart cut out meticulously from a piece of paper pasted in front. “Just rejecting a confession, President.”
Kim Junmyeon walks out and leaves Kyungsoo cursing to herself, having half a mind to dismiss Baekhyun from his ‘detention’.
☁
Kyungsoo is reluctant to enter the shop. She stands at the back exit, the only door that the staffs use and takes a deep breath, garnering all of her courage to walk inside. Yesterday was the first time Wufan got mad because of her (but it’s not like it’s her fault, it’s Wufan’s because technically, sorting out files to be submitted to the main branch isn’t her job). She’s arrived half an hour earlier than her normal duty, maybe this get back Wufan’s’ impression and just for the despair of being the month's top employee.
She enters and goes straight to the staff room, finding her uniform hanged on a metal rack beside her locker.
"Oh!" Zitao appears suddenly inside, looking surprised that Kyungsoo arrived too early in the shop. "Classes over? You’re in early.”
Kyungsoo enters the dressing room, a cubicle separated by a door and sets on changing to her outfit when she replies. “Avoiding headaches.”
“You mean avoiding pissing Wufan off again?” Luhan’s voice beams.
“What are you doing here? There’s no one out there in the shop!” Kyungsoo hears Zitao scolding the waitress.
“Says the barista who went inside to run away from her responsibilities.”
“I didn’t run away! I am taking a rest-”
Zitao suddenly stops which makes Kyungsoo’s brows furrow. “Hey, Zitao, say I’m up for the garbage tonight-OH.”
Wufan meets her at the doorway right when she opens the cubicle door, noticing Zitao cursing internally (which Kyungsoo suspects she seems to be having the capability to conduct telepathy because she can clearly hear Zitao’s fuck, fuck, fuck in her head).
“Yo...” Kyungsoo awkwardly tries to send the tension in the air.
“Yo...? Well ‘Yo’ my ass if someone can explain why the hell no one is outside right now?” But alas, it is to no avail.
“Girl talk...” Zitao adds and internally squirms.
“You’ll all receive punishment tonight.” the door crashes hard and Kyungsoo shares a look that mirrored Zitao’s face. Horrified.
“This is your fault Luhan.”
Ugh. Men.
☁
The punishment is apparently doing more shit than what they are obligated to do, and Wufan’s putting more pressure on their shoulders by being an ingratiating supervisor who keeps on giving them surveying looks that can light up fire anytime soon.
“Seriously...” Kyungsoo hisses as she hands Zitao the customer’s orders. “I can’t even talk properly to the customers with the looks he’s giving us, we didn’t even commit a sin we don’t deserve this!”
“Hush down. He’s currently digging holes in your skull as we speak.”
The shop’s door chime resonates over the shop, signalling another customer coming in, how fortunate can this day get? Wufan’s pissed as fuck over them and the customers just keep on coming that Kyungsoo feels thrice restless, she has a feeling this will be a long night for her and the girls in the shop. She isn’t sure with Wufan because all he does is warm his ass in his chair and watch them tire themselves for the entire night. She rushes toward the door, bowing and smiling, eyes crinkling as she greeted the new customer for the night. “Welcome, Master! How can I help-shit.”
Kyungsoo stands frozen as a pair of familiar eyes crinkle back at her with lips smirking in delight. In a very awful kind of delight. “Oh...”
If Kyungsoo thinks Wufan is a demon who broke through the Earth’s crust then she must have done no justice because the man standing before her is none other than the reincarnation of Satan, the God of men.
“If it isn’t the president...”
“KIM. JUN. MYEON.” she blurts out.
“Surprise.”
She is so dead.
☁
The thing about men is they will do everything to ruin your life.
For example, there’s her dad who left her family with nothing else but debts. Different banks went claiming all of their property that ever stood in the land of Seoul, leaving her with her mother and sister house hopping from their relatives’ places until she gets to find a job that has been thankfully able to afford a small apartment somewhere in downtown Myeongdong.
For another example, there’s this demon of a boss named Wu Yi Fan who does nothing but to intimidate every single fiber of Kyungsoo’s being. He often scolds them, (by them meaning only Kyungsoo and Luhan, because you see he has a hot eye on Zitao all this time) and gives extra work that is illegal by the law.
For the last example there’s Kim Junmyeon, fine piece of Satan, yes Kyungsoo will shamelessly admit. But he’s savoring the torture he’s doing to Kyungsoo intentionally as he hums to himself, taking far toooo long to order.
Kyungsoo coughs, disturbing the ‘customer’. “Shall I get back to you, master?” she sends him a threatening look that Wufan will not be able to see from afar, because if he does she will be twice doomed.
“No, don’t leave. I’m still thinking about my order, president.”
“Stop calling me that.” she whispers beneath her gritted teeth.
“You are the President and I think I shall call you with that term.” Junmyeon looks up to her from the list of menu and Kyungsoo suddenly feels Wufan’s eyes on her.
She lets out a fake smile, “Since you are my master, yes, you can use whatever term that pleases you... master.” She feels like puking.
In Kyungsoo’s peripheral vision, Wufan’s gaze transfers to Luhan’s obviously pissed off trance, making Kyungsoo heave a sigh of relief.
“Now go choose your order before my boss skins me alive.” she hisses.
“Americano.” Junmyeon says.
“What.”
“My order.” Junmyeon looks at her, puzzled expression fucking up with her system. “With cinnamon please.”
Kyungsoo writes down his order that took just ten minutes. How can someone take so long just to order a motherfucking Americano? “I want to drown you in whip cream.”
“Sounds kinky.”
Ugh. Men.
Kyungsoo goes to the bar then, handing Zitao Junmyeon’s order. Face as gloomy as the weather when she collapses on the stool in front of the bar.
“You better stand before the boss sees you slumping like a slug there.” Zitao warns, a thermos of hot Americano in her hand that Kyungsoo wants to pour on every man’s face.
“I’m so dead.”
Zitao hands her the order, smiling at her that signals to get the fuck out before they get scolded by Wufan whose brow raises with Kyungsoo’s slumped position on the table. “Go back to your customer before he blows fire on us.”
“I can’t.” Kyungsoo’s back straightens then, pretending to be a good girl under Wufan’s surveying gaze.
“If he comes here and starts scolding us in front of everyone in the shop I swear Kyungsoo you’ll be swimming in boiling Americano by the end of the day.” Zitao whisks away, making coffee to ignore Kyungsoo.
Kyungsoo’s left with no choice but to go back to Junmyeon.
“Order’s up. Bye, master.” Kyungsoo turns away then, heels clicking on the floor when Junmyeon grabs her wrist, pulling her back to sit beside him.
“Your master is lonely.”
Kyungsoo tries to hide her irritation when she notices Wufan casting her a look, so she immediately forces a fake smile that mocks Junmyeon’s existence. “How will I help you master? Another refill of your cup?”
Junmyeon looks at her and purses his lips, taking a look at his untouched coffee. “No. I just need you here.”
“Just saying, I’m working here.” Kyungsoo hisses under her breath when she finds Wufan retreating back to his office. “And you aren’t paying me to have a coffee break with you.”
Kyungsoo fails to notice the disappointment in Junmyeon’s eyes which the boy easily dismissed.
☁
Kyungsoo lists down the things she hate in her diary, pretty much eighty percent of her whole life and men. It’s a thing that has never gotten off her, lashing out her madness to an old notebook she has kept to herself for a while-embarrassments lay there, as well as dreams.
February 2, 2014
Junmyeon discovered where I work. Maybe I have to find a new job since Wufan and his lazy man ass is taking its toll on him (and blaming it on me) (great). I have a feeling tomorrow will be my undoing, everyone will discover that I’m a poor, shameless working student who embodies a cruel man-hating soul. Everyone knowing my embarrassing job won’t change the fact that people with dicks think less more than a turtle does though. Junmyeon gives enough justice.
☁
Kyungsoo swears everyone knows by now. No matter how normal they act, the greetings they’re giving and their unresolved faces, she knows they know and she’s probably the campus’ laughing stock by now, they’re probably just trying to remain civil. And be better humans than Kyungsoo thought they were.
Men, men, men. They give her nothing but all of the headaches in the world, like they were made to make her life more miserable than how it already is as time passes by, becoming a nuisance more than just a disturbance. Becoming a big bolded X more than just a question mark.
“...intramurals is now moved to the first week then, giving us more time to prepare and fund for the-President, are you listening?”
“You know it you don’t have to act so normal. I disgust you. I’m a shame to this campus. I am a walking filth.”
Jongin gives him a weird look. “Maybe we can dismiss the meeting for now? You don’t seem fine.”
“I’m perfectly fine!!!” Kyungsoo screams at his face, eyes rounding. “And a shame.”
School finishes without a hassle, unless that one time she’s cleaning the hallway by stealing the janitor’s job when Junmyeon appears out of nowhere, walking toward her with imaginary glitters littering the air as he passed by and looking at her like she killed a man. His expression denied it but Kyungsoo swears Junmyeon’s evil soul was cackling like fireworks in Chinese New Year.
Ugh. Men.
“Wanna work inside today, cupcake?” Zitao asks, noticing Kyungsoo’s distress state. Of course a girl will understand.
Kyungsoo, as much as she hates men, objectively thinks she’s horrible at making coffee. She can’t even differentiate mocha and latté, so staying in the bar for tonight even if not for the first time is one of the worst thing Zitao had given thought to.
Kyungsoo shakes her head. “Do you want the men’s orders getting poisoned? Because if you’ll agree then sure I’ll be the night’s barista.”
“I’m trying to be nice, piece of bratty shit.”
“Am I not being one as well? By avoiding my murderous tendencies.”
Zitao scoffs as she throws Kyungsoo’s uniform over her head.
☁
If a stare can melt then Kyungsoo’s been thawing for three straight hours now. This time it isn’t Wufan’s eyes refusing to leave her anymore, her sassy boss is back being a lazy ass doing probably nothing in his office while she gets harassed (that is an overstatement) by being obscenely stared at by this guy named Junmyeon who (may or may not) have spread information regarding her current pitiful and shameful job. The peculiar thing is no one has said a thing about it, so maybe he’s not that much of a gossiper than she thinks. But she still can’t help to not be paranoid over it. Once the students learn that she wears a maid outfit to serve coffee and cake during the night, all of the hard work she has done for the past four years of her life will come to a waste. They will hate her, the respect she worked so hard for will dissipate in a matter of minutes, like bubbles popping. Disappearing in a second. It makes her want to cry.
“I should’ve just worked inside, I hate my life.” Kyungsoo mutters to herself, slumping on the bar table when she hands Zitao the last order for the night.
☁
February is pretty cold tonight. Kyungsoo’s shivering beneath a single piece of sweater she received for her last birthday. Maybe this is God’s way of punishing her for hating on men, but this is too cruel. Dying in a cold weather is way worse than being laughed at for her ridiculous job. What’s proving her theory that this may be a punishment gets stronger when she realizes she’s three minutes late and has missed the bus on her way home. Sweet.
“Fuck.” she curses, visible fog ghosting from her breath. “Fuck men. Fuck everything. Fuck bus drivers. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” she resolves her frustration over kicking a dead lightpost repeatedly until it weirdly lights up and she pauses, noticing something peculiar. Okay maybe she has supernatural powers now? But that isn’t the thing. Her jaw hangs low when she sees someone so familiar look at her with a flicker of smile on his face. The devil.
Devil is synonymous to Kim Junmyeon. He’s this one guy who breaks every girl’s heart like he breaks egg shells to cook for breakfast, the one who discovered her job and the shame she has put herself into, the guy who orders a cup of Americano that he finishes in four hours, sometimes five and the guy that she refuses to believe that has spread zero information about her work (and her ugly uniform).
“What are you doing here?” she asks, coming near him.
“What are you doing here wearing just that thin piece of clothing?”
“Why do you care?”
“Because I do.” His smirk drops into a soft look, eyes casting a worried look on her.
“Really, is it time to be tremendously greasy? The last bus has gone off, so shoo, you better start walking on your way home.” Kyungsoo says, turning away from Junmyeon.
Junmyeon grabs her wrist then, an annoying habit that he has, and forces her to stand beside him. “I have a car.”
“Like I care?”
Something gets draped over her shoulder and Kyungsoo looks down to see what it is-oh, a jacket. Something she might care about. About to roll her eyes, she looks back up only to freeze halfway, finding Junmyeon’s face a little way tooooo close.
“Uh.. I-I’m o-okay you don’t... don’t have to.” Needless to say, the closeness of their faces is getting too awkward for her.
“I’ll take you home and I won’t take no for an answer.”
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February 3, 2014
No one knows about my work. Because maybe he’s just being too nice and actually understands my situation because he’s such an angel and he legit looks like one too so he kept quiet about it and I might give him a free coffee for it but Wufan will probably end up firing me so no thanks maybe treat him in another coffee shop next time.
Junmyeon’s annoying sassy face was just a few centimeters away from me goddamnit it could’ve been my first kiss but it was too cold and it won’t be romantic I want to do it with him under a branch of a cherry tree or maybe somewhere near a river kept on looking at me while I was on my duty I wanted to kick him in the shin because it’s annoying.
His jacket smells so nice I wish he didn’t see me sniffing it on the way to my house because I swear coffee has never smelled this good until Kim Junmyeon
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There are a hundred things Kyungsoo hate in this world and maybe one of them isn’t when Junmyeon enters the café and orders nothing but a hot americano with a few drops of cinnamon on top, looking over at her as Kyungsoo pretends not to blush.
She isn’t blushing at all.
Not until Junmyeon kisses her for the first time that night, when Kyungsoo accidentally misses her bus for the second time this week on purpose.