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It was your third opening shift in a row, and you were regretting this summer barista job so much. “What an easy way to make some money.” Fool! “The shifts probably end decently early, so you’d barely miss any of the day anyways!” Curse your idiot past self.
The job itself wasn’t bad, honestly. The workplace was cute, the customers were polite (mostly), and you got free coffee every shift (to make the early mornings, if not bearable, at least… functional). Being a barista was a pretty flexible job, and as long as you didn’t get fired for no-call no-showing, you could probably continue working here when school started again.
Or at least use them as a reference, you thought as you stifled another yawn while knocking out a puck. 8 am and you were ready to go back to bed, but the shift wasn’t even half over yet. Thankfully it wasn’t too crowded today, with Wednesday not being the busiest. The rush was starting to let up anyways. You worked alone, but that’s how you liked it. You were competent enough with the espresso machine that pulling shots and pouring drinks was second nature, and the pastries were basically just grab and serve.
Throwing your customer service smile back on, you greeted the next customer.
“Hi, thank you for coming in! What can I get y--HGGGK”
The customer in front of you gave you a worried look as you choked on your own tongue.
That was Kim Namjoon. Kim Namjoon was in your workplace. Getting coffee. Leader of BTS. Lover of nature and bicycles. Owner of fantastic tits. Your ult bias.
…..Maybe this job was all worth it after all.
Ok just keep it cool. And normal. You are sooooo normal.
“Ahem. Sorry about that, something stuck in my throat. Anyways! What can I get for you today? Our special today is…” you rattled off the rest of your greeting on autopilot while trying to subtly eye Namjoon-ssi up and down. From the vague chagrin on his face you knew you’d been made, but might as well keep up the professional front and let the man get his coffee. It was definitely too early to be bothering an idol about pictures. And besides, if he had a good experience at this coffee shop, maybe he would come back! Imagine Kim Namjoon as a regular--you’d never quit. This is your new career. School? HA. No need for a well-paying job when you get to look at the most caring, most thoughtful, most intelligent, most beautiful… OH shit. Job.
“I’m so sorry sir, could you repeat that?” You could feel your face starting to visibly heat. This is humiliating. I will NOT fuck this up. I am going to make this man the best damn coffee he’s ever had.
Namjoon-ssi smiled a little (repress that dreamy sigh. REPRESS IT.) and repeated his order. Pretty simple, just a black coffee and a cinnamon roll. Hard to ruin, but on the other hand, no opportunity to make a foam heart in his latte.
…Probably for the best, you admitted sadly to yourself.
“Right away sir! Will that be for here or to go?” You chirped as you spun away from the register to start pouring his coffee.
“To go please.” He said with another kind smile.
Damn. Well, still winning today! You finished pouring his coffee in a to-go cup and bagging the cinnamon roll, and rang him up.
Namjoon-ssi dug in his pocket and came up with a few crumpled bills. “I’m so sorry, I don’t usually bring my wallet when I go on walks but I saw this place and it looked so interesting! And then I realized that I was hungry and that cinnamon roll looked so good…” He frowned. “Ahhh it’s fine. I guess I’ll just have the coffee.”
Absolutely not. You simply could NOT let this magnificent man go hungry.
“No no Kim Namjoon-ssi it’s totally fine! On the house. I won’t tell my manager if you won’t.” You gave him a playful little smile.
“Oh no, you don't have to-”
You doubled down and firmed your voice. “Sir. I insist. My treat!”
Realizing you were unlikely to change your mind, Namjoon-ssi bowed thankfully and handed over the money he had. You finished the transaction and waved him off when he bowed again before wandering out of the store, already inhaling the pastry. You couldn’t help your quick glance at his thighs, but that time at least he didn’t catch you.
Once Kim Namjoon (!!!!) was out of sight, you let yourself slump onto the counter. What a day. What a man! Your past self was so right for choosing this job. Only… 4 and a half more hours to go before you could go home and scream about your incredible day!