Untitled Coffeeshop Drabble; Joonmyeon/Jongdae
Title: Untitled Coffeeshop Drabble
Rating: PG
Fandom: Exo
Pairing: Joonmyeon/Jongdae
Word count: 919
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the people mentioned.
Notes: Utter cute and pointless fluff for threds who got me into this black hole of cute. Inspired by this Tumblr post.
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“Would you stop cleaning already?” says Kyungsoo, who is lounging shamelessly on the sofa, casually flipping through the magazine laid out on his lap. “It’s been 4 hours since our shift started and not a single soul has graced our presence.”
It is particularly slow day for the Starlight Cafe. They don’t usually get more than 7-8 patrons but today was just ridiculous. It wasn’t that the coffee was bad. In fact, it was quite decent. But it was so strategically hidden in the alley that nobody could see the sign from the street. One could only wonder what the owner was thinking opening a café that nobody would ever know about.
Joonmyeon pouts at the boy and continues to wipe down the countertop, before rearranging the display of tea bags on top of it. “Just because nobody has came in doesn’t mean we should let the place rot in dirt. What if somebody does come in? We’ve got to be prepared!”
Kyungsoo just rolls his eyes and props his feet up on the coffee table, earning a wet rag to his face. “What was that for!”
“You are not getting paid to sit around and dirty the place! Go do something more productive! Take the chalkboard out to the street and do some advertising or something!”
“Good god, Joonmyeon. You sound like my mother. I think you need to get laid. When was the last time you got any anyway?” Kyungsoo retorts mischievously, grabbing the specials board and the box of chalk and slipping out of the café before Joonmyeon could throw the spray bottle of detergent at him.
“Stupid Kyungsoo… How dare he speak to his elders like that? And it’s not like it’s any of his business,” Joonmyeon mumbles under his breath, walking over to the sofa to retrieve the rag. Wiping down the coffee table, he goes back to rearranging the tea bags. Should I sort them alphabetically? Or by caffeine content? Or by color? He muses to himself. Maybe I really need to get some if I’m concerned with the display of tea bags in a shop that specialises in coffee...
Joonmyeon was in the middle of deciding whether Earl Grey or English Breakfast tea had more caffeine when the bell hanging on the door chimed. “Do Kyungsoo, you aren’t being paid to sit around -”
“Hi, can I get a vanilla latte to go?”
Joonmyeon dropped the two boxes of tea he was holding as he turned to see a gorgeous face with smiling eyes. “O-oh my god, I’m sorry - I thought you were - never mind. One vanilla latte, yes? What size do you want that in?” he stammered out, hastily trying to scoop the tea bags into the boxes.
The brown haired guy raised an eyebrow and leans onto the counter. “I prefer them large, thanks,” he winks at Joonmyeon as he gets his wallet out. Joonmyeon colours at the remark and ducks his head, focusing on keying in the drink into the register.
“That’ll be 4000 won, thank you. Your name, sir?”
“You can call me Jongdae,” the man answers, handling over a 5000 won note. “What about you, gorgeous?”
“J-joonmyeon…” He answers, trying very hard not to blush harder than he already is. He makes a move to drop the change in Jongdae’s outstretched hand but fails massively as the coins roll all over the counter top. “Oh god, I’m so sorry again.” He bows and apologises as Jongdae just laughs and grabs the remaining coins off the floor.
Smooth, Joonmyeon, so smooth, he thinks as he hastily turns towards the coffee machine. Keep calm, he is not flirting with you... Focus, you can do this. It’s just a cup of coffee... He manages to successfully brew the cup of coffee, only spilling the milk once - achievement unlocked! - and slips on a cardboard holder over the piping hot paper cup.
“Thank you for waiting, sir.” Joonmyeon says as he holds out the cup.
“It’s Jongdae. Call me,” Jongdae winks again, taking the cup and replacing it with his receipt, before walking out of the café again, leaving Joonmyeon looking like a gaping fish. He looks down at the receipt in his hand and sees 8 neatly printed digits on it, with a little heart at the end. His face reddens as a shy smile creeps across his face.
“Hyung, did he give you his number? And you shouldn’t smile like that, it’s creepy.” Kyungsoo pokes his head into the store, causing Joonmyeon to drop the receipt. He quickly bends over to retrieve it and manages to hit his head against the table, knocking the forgotten boxes of tea onto the floor again.
How in the world he managed to land a gig as a barista when he is clumsy as a puppy learning to walk for the first time still baffles him to this day.
“H-how did you know that?” He asks as he grabs the scattered bags of tea. Kyungsoo simply props the specials board onto the counter, looking proud of himself. It reads:
Today, your barista is hella fucking gay and desperately single. For your drink, I recommend you give him your number?
“Oh my god, Do Kyungsoo! I am going to kill you!”
Rating: PG
Fandom: Exo
Pairing: Joonmyeon/Jongdae
Word count: 919
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the people mentioned.
Notes: Utter cute and pointless fluff for threds who got me into this black hole of cute. Inspired by this Tumblr post.
***
“Would you stop cleaning already?” says Kyungsoo, who is lounging shamelessly on the sofa, casually flipping through the magazine laid out on his lap. “It’s been 4 hours since our shift started and not a single soul has graced our presence.”
It is particularly slow day for the Starlight Cafe. They don’t usually get more than 7-8 patrons but today was just ridiculous. It wasn’t that the coffee was bad. In fact, it was quite decent. But it was so strategically hidden in the alley that nobody could see the sign from the street. One could only wonder what the owner was thinking opening a café that nobody would ever know about.
Joonmyeon pouts at the boy and continues to wipe down the countertop, before rearranging the display of tea bags on top of it. “Just because nobody has came in doesn’t mean we should let the place rot in dirt. What if somebody does come in? We’ve got to be prepared!”
Kyungsoo just rolls his eyes and props his feet up on the coffee table, earning a wet rag to his face. “What was that for!”
“You are not getting paid to sit around and dirty the place! Go do something more productive! Take the chalkboard out to the street and do some advertising or something!”
“Good god, Joonmyeon. You sound like my mother. I think you need to get laid. When was the last time you got any anyway?” Kyungsoo retorts mischievously, grabbing the specials board and the box of chalk and slipping out of the café before Joonmyeon could throw the spray bottle of detergent at him.
“Stupid Kyungsoo… How dare he speak to his elders like that? And it’s not like it’s any of his business,” Joonmyeon mumbles under his breath, walking over to the sofa to retrieve the rag. Wiping down the coffee table, he goes back to rearranging the tea bags. Should I sort them alphabetically? Or by caffeine content? Or by color? He muses to himself. Maybe I really need to get some if I’m concerned with the display of tea bags in a shop that specialises in coffee...
Joonmyeon was in the middle of deciding whether Earl Grey or English Breakfast tea had more caffeine when the bell hanging on the door chimed. “Do Kyungsoo, you aren’t being paid to sit around -”
“Hi, can I get a vanilla latte to go?”
Joonmyeon dropped the two boxes of tea he was holding as he turned to see a gorgeous face with smiling eyes. “O-oh my god, I’m sorry - I thought you were - never mind. One vanilla latte, yes? What size do you want that in?” he stammered out, hastily trying to scoop the tea bags into the boxes.
The brown haired guy raised an eyebrow and leans onto the counter. “I prefer them large, thanks,” he winks at Joonmyeon as he gets his wallet out. Joonmyeon colours at the remark and ducks his head, focusing on keying in the drink into the register.
“That’ll be 4000 won, thank you. Your name, sir?”
“You can call me Jongdae,” the man answers, handling over a 5000 won note. “What about you, gorgeous?”
“J-joonmyeon…” He answers, trying very hard not to blush harder than he already is. He makes a move to drop the change in Jongdae’s outstretched hand but fails massively as the coins roll all over the counter top. “Oh god, I’m so sorry again.” He bows and apologises as Jongdae just laughs and grabs the remaining coins off the floor.
Smooth, Joonmyeon, so smooth, he thinks as he hastily turns towards the coffee machine. Keep calm, he is not flirting with you... Focus, you can do this. It’s just a cup of coffee... He manages to successfully brew the cup of coffee, only spilling the milk once - achievement unlocked! - and slips on a cardboard holder over the piping hot paper cup.
“Thank you for waiting, sir.” Joonmyeon says as he holds out the cup.
“It’s Jongdae. Call me,” Jongdae winks again, taking the cup and replacing it with his receipt, before walking out of the café again, leaving Joonmyeon looking like a gaping fish. He looks down at the receipt in his hand and sees 8 neatly printed digits on it, with a little heart at the end. His face reddens as a shy smile creeps across his face.
“Hyung, did he give you his number? And you shouldn’t smile like that, it’s creepy.” Kyungsoo pokes his head into the store, causing Joonmyeon to drop the receipt. He quickly bends over to retrieve it and manages to hit his head against the table, knocking the forgotten boxes of tea onto the floor again.
How in the world he managed to land a gig as a barista when he is clumsy as a puppy learning to walk for the first time still baffles him to this day.
“H-how did you know that?” He asks as he grabs the scattered bags of tea. Kyungsoo simply props the specials board onto the counter, looking proud of himself. It reads:
Today, your barista is hella fucking gay and desperately single. For your drink, I recommend you give him your number?
“Oh my god, Do Kyungsoo! I am going to kill you!”