210822 Somi Dumb Dumb

210822 Somi ✦ ‘Dumb Dumb’

omaighad--- MY HEARTUE IS-- MY HEARTUE IS OMAIGHAD---

Barista Boy

☆ pairing - gn!reader x cafe owner!yunho

☆ warnings -  none besides the fact that its kinda ass and lacks substance. (not really proof read. more like proof skimmed)

☆ word count - 2.3k

☆ genre - fluff

☆ authors note - another one that i wrote fairly quickly (sike it sat in my notes for like a month)

☆ description - im not sure how to describe it. reader is crushing on the owner of their favorite cafe but they dont know yunho is crushing on them too.

☆ tags - @yunhoflrtz

the bell above the door chimed as you walked into the small café that was nestled between a music store and flower shop. you took a deep breath, inhaling the aroma of baked goods and coffee and then made your way to the front counter. you asked greeted the boy behind it before asking “can i get a hot chocolate and a blueberry muffin?”

“sure y/n, you came at the right time, the muffins are still hot, just how you like them.” wooyoung said while grabbing a cup and writing your name on it.

“again? its like y’all know when I’m coming” you told him while sliding your card into the chip reader.

“of course we do, you’re here every day, not that I’m complaining, you’re personally my favorite customer.” he told you while smiling with a playful gleam in his eyes.

while there was a lot of customers coming in and out, you were the only one that came every day. you were on a first name basis with all of the baristas, and the owner. you had the same order every time, which was a hot chocolate and a blueberry muffin and you honestly didn’t even have to even walk up to the counter to order, but you did anyways.

after paying, you went to sit down at your usual table. it was a corner booth surrounded by white christmas lights. not only was it the most comfortable spot, but you could also see directly into the kitchen, which meant you could watch the owner, yunho, while he kneaded dough and mixed muffin batter. it really was a sight to see. he was tall, with a lean build and bleached blond hair that swept over his forehead, and the way his arms flexed when he threw the dough on the counter made your heart skip a beat.

you were sitting in the booth, lost in thought, with a book open, when your plate slid in front of you. you looked up to thank them but paused when you saw yunho standing next to the table, smiling, with your cup in his large hand. “ill bring this back in a second.” he said, lifting the cup slightly to show what he was talking about. you nodded with a small smile on your face and turned your attention to the muffin on the table. you ripped the top of it off and began eating the bottom. after a few minutes, yunho came back, with not only your drink, but a small brown paper bag. he set them both down and said “thats another muffin, on the house. lets just say its a thank you for being my most loyal customer.” with a shy grin on his face.

you could feel your face get warm as you thanked him and watched as he walked away. once he was back in the kitchen, you picked up your cup to take a sip of your hot chocolate, but stopped midway. there was a bunch of small doodles on the cup, things like hearts, stars, smiley faces, and a little drawing of a dog. you automatically knew that wooyoung wasn’t the one who drew them, the most he would do was write your name on your cup, along with a smiley face, if he was feeling generous.

once you finished your muffin and drink, you left and went home. you couldn’t help but think about yunho while looking at the cup that he had drawn on. as weird as it might seem, there was no way you were going to throw it away, it was just too cute.

——

it was 7pm when you walked in the next day, after a taxing day of work. you actually almost just went home instead, but you decided against it. the warm environment of the cafe was a sure way to cheer yourself up. you followed your usual routine of ordering your muffin and hot chocolate and then went to sit at your corner booth. it was yunho that brought your food to your table again, but this time your cup was covered in small doodles of yourself. you smiled at the drawings and thanked him. even though your day had been rough, you were already starting to feel better just from seeing him, with his black shirt covered in flour, and the doodles on your cup.

you began eating your muffin and once you were done, you rested your head on your arms, not wanting to leave just yet. you weren’t expecting to fall asleep, but thats exactly what happened. the slow jazz music that played in the cafe had lulled you to sleep, which was actually much needed.

you woke up a little over an hour later to a soft touch on your shoulder. you slowly lifted your head, feeling slightly disoriented, and opened your eyes to see yunho crouching down next to your table.

“I’m closing now y/n, if you wait for a second, ill walk you home.” he told you as he stood up.

you nodded and collected your things, deciding to wait for him. you had never walked home at night, since you got off work pretty early, and both the cafe and your job weren’t very far from your apartment. besides, you would never give up the opportunity to be alone with him. a few minutes later, yunho came from the back, he had changed from his flour covered work clothes, into a cream knit sweater with green detailing and black pants. you had never seen him in anything other than his work clothes and you didn’t think he could get more attractive until now.

“are you ready to go?” he asked you, with keys in his hand.

nodding, you walked out of the front door and waited for yunho as he locked it. once finished, you began walking in the direction of your home and yunho walked next to you, close enough for his arm to brush against yours. the whole walk had been silent, neither of you knew what to say as you had never interacted outside of the cafe, but it wasn’t awkward at all.

as you approached your apartment building and yunho asked “oh you live here? what floor?”

turning to him, you said “I’m on the second floor. you live here too?”

“I’m on the third. i wonder why we’ve never seen each other before..” he responded

“i honestly have no idea but i wish i had known sooner.” you said while pulling the door to the lobby open. yunho followed after you and you both made your way to the elevator. he wasn’t sure what to say as he suddenly felt flustered, so he settled for staying silent and walking you to your apartment door.

once at your door, you pulled your keys out and unlocked it. you turned around to thank him and say good night but before you could, he asked “could i maybe get your phone number?”

you hid the surprise you felt and said “hmm… only if you give me the recipe for the blueberry muffins.”

yunho laughed and said “ill do you one better, ill teach you how to make them myself. but you have to promise to keep coming to the cafe after i teach you.” while pulling his phone out and pulling up his contacts before handing it to you.

“i promise” you told him. you typed your number in and handed his phone back to him.

“good night y/n” he said happily.

“good night yunho, don’t forget to text me.” you said as you entered your apartment, and with a small wave, you closed the door before pressing your back against it and squealing loudly.

while you were outwardly freaking out in the entrance of your home, your phone vibrated, and when you looked at the notification, you saw that an unknown number had texted you saying “the cafe will be closed tomorrow so would you like me to teach you? i can come get you or give you my apartment number.”

you quickly replied "you can just give me your apartment number so that you dont have to make an unnecessary trip" and then put your phone down and went to the bathroom.

while you were getting ready for bed, your phone chimmed from its place on your bed. you went over to it with your tooth brush in your mouth, and read the texts before responding.

yunho - "if its for you, it would never be unnecessary. ill come get you tomorrow around 1"

you - "fine, good night yunho :)"

after finishing up brushing your teeth, you climbed in bed, quietly squealing. after about 10 minutes of freaking out over the boy that lived a floor above you, you finally fell asleep.

----(next day)

"so now you want to measure out 2 cups of flour. you do that while i do the wet ingredients." he said while pulling out another bowl.

you nodded and scooped out a cup of flour and dumped it into the bowl on the counter but you accidentally did it a little too aggressively and ended up creating a cloud of flour in front of you. thinking that it somehow got on your face, you wiped your cheek with the back of your hand and then dipped the measuring cup back in the bag of flour.

you added the other cup of flour and then asked "what do i do next?"

yunho turned to you and let out a low chuckle. "whats so funny?" you asked him, slightly pouting.

"theres flour on your cheek" he told you while raising his hand to your face. he gently wiped the flour off while you looked up at him.

once he was done, you thanked him and then shyly turned to the bowl in front of you. you could feel your cheeks getting warm from the sudden touch.

"y/n" yunho said from next to you.

"hm?"

you were poking the flour in the bowl, not knowing what to do next, when you felt yunho press his lips against your cheek and then quickly pull away.

he cleared his throat and said "okay so now you need 1 1/4 cups of sugar", while you stood, shock evident on your face.

-----

"the muffins are done and have cooled down enough now but its still early in the day so..." yunho trailed off. you could tell he wanted to say something else so you looked at him from where you were sitting on his couch, waiting for him to finish.

" i was just wondering if you wanted to stay longer... unless you have something to do, then thats fine, i can just wrap them up so you can take them with you" yunho finished quietly.

"well.. i dont really want to go home yet to be honest. like you said, its still early.. we could watch a movie or something? and eat the muffins together" you said. now it was your turn to be nervous as yunho looked at you from where he was standing next to the couch. he had previously come from checking to see if the muffin pan was cool enough to take them out. a smile slowly crept onto yunhos face and he nodded excitedly and then rushed back to the kitchen.

he came back a few minutes later with 4 muffins on a plate and set it on the coffee table, next to your iced tea that he had offered you before. he then sat down next to you, and grabbed the remote off the coffee table before turning the tv on and sifting through the movies on netflix.

"have you seen this one?" he asked you. he had selected a random action movie that you had never heard of. you shook your head and then said "i havent but we can watch it if you want. i like any type of movies"

yunho clicked play on the movie and sat back on the couch, getting comfortable. his thigh touched yours as he spread his legs slightly and then he pulled the blanket from over the back of the couch and laid it over the both of you.

somehow during the movie, you ended up leaning closer into yunhos side. part of you was worried that he would think your closeness was odd, but then again, he was the one to kiss your cheek, so you were kinda just rolling with it at this point.

---

you and yunho had ended up watching another movie and cuddling. he had placed his hand on your leg during the second one and started rubbing small circles with his thumb, which prompted you to rest your head on his shoulder.

you sat up as the credits rolled and let out a yawn. as much as you didnt want to, it was time for you to go back to your apartment, especially since you had work the following day.

"i should get going now yunho, i have work tomorrow. but thank you for teaching me to make muffins and for keeping me company, i had a great time" you told him while standing moving towards the door to put your shoes on.

yunho followed you to the door and said "ill walk you back" but you shook your head and said "its okay, i can go back on my own. thank you again for everything"

just as you put your hand on the door knob, yunho said "y/n wait" causing you to stop in your tracks.

"would you maybe want to go on a real date sometime?" he continued

"id love that yunho, ill see you tomorrow, goodnight"

yunho returned the good night as he stood there smiling to himself. little did he know, you were doing the same thing on the other side of the door.

THIS--- i dont normally read really long fanfics BUT THIS?!-- omaighad--

Close to you

(Gangster! Yoongi x Goodgirl! Reader) (Rags to Riches Au) 

Summary: Nobody likes Yoongi, not your older brother or your friends. But with him, you feel more protected than possessed. And though he might be a gangster and more than a little dangerous himself- that makes all the difference. From drug dealer to producer, from rags to riches, you’re Yoongi’s person- his muse- his soulmate.

Tags: good girl x bad boy au, blood, drugs, Yoongi with tattoo’s, references to making good ol’ sweet love, Rags to riches! au, brief mentions of drunk sex, Yoongi is soft and squishy and just loves the reader a lot.

A/n: This is more a story than a fic- with a little bit of an open ending to it- legit when I was editing this it tripled in length. 

W/c: 9.8k

Song rec: Lover by Taylor Swift 

You and Yoongi play basketball together, late at night in the park near your college. You don’t know how you started meeting up, but now you do nearly every day. You gather with the others at the edge of the court when the street lights turn on. Maybe it’s just to let off some steam from your busy college schedules, less than ideal lives, or just plain because you like the game. 

It’s a mish-mash of different people from different backgrounds, misfits and goody-two-shoes alike, pros and newbies at different skill levels, but everyone is pretty good. 

The games are never serious and no one really ever keeps score. The teams change depending on who tells what joke who gives what jibe. Lines are drawn in the minutes before you start, sides taken based off inside jokes and playful feuds. 

One night when a regular named Wonho wears a crop top and calls it ‘fashion’- teams are drawn based on who thinks it’s ridiculous or not. (You and Yoongi are on the same team that night- because of course boys should be allowed to wear crop tops).

You’re always the last two to leave the court at night, sometimes just before the lights shut off at midnight, sometimes you have to hop the fence if the security guard has already come around to lock up. You joke that he might have a vendetta against your group- you always say until the very last moment the court closes and he grumbles about leaving early. 

And on the nights where strangers lean in- when the streets don’t feel so safe and shadowy figures that seem recognizable at a distance linger longer than they should. When there’s another stabbing or a rumor of a girl getting taken off the street, Yoongi is the first to ask if you want him to walk you home.

You try reserving your impression until you know him better. But the tattoos on his arms and on his chest, peaking out over the low collar of his tanktops lead you to make conclusions that you’re not proud of. 

Your first interactions with him are brief at best and you know just from how he looks that you should be careful around him. The others might play at being rugged and dangerous but Yoongi doesn’t have to pretend. 

You realize this when he stats to walk you home. No one messes with him, the other gangbangers on the street don’t catcall you when yoongi walks you home. Shop keepers seem to Nodd at him if they feel brave and close their doors the second they see him if they don’t. 

Yoongi seems pretty abnormal for a typical gangbanger, He doesn’t fit the trigger happy sadistic stereotype that the media paints others of his ilk in. 

When he first asks to walk you home, You blush and let him because Yoongi is cute, charming even, and he’s nice company, even if he does look a little threatening sometimes. 

You wouldn’t let him walk you home for any other reason then just…needing the safety he provides, not at first, not when your overprotective older brother doesn’t let you date at all. You have a dating ban until you graduate college and as long as you sleep under his Roof. 

He’d even tried to squash your interest in the pick-up basketball games when you first started going- but you needed an outlet, justified it by saying you weren’t apart of any sports teams and needed to exercise. it isn’t safe on the streets so late at night, he says (and he’s not wrong- it isn’t.) he tries to get you to stay home each night or tries to guilt you into only playing on the weekends during the daytime.

But try as you might, every time he says it isn’t safe or brings up a carefully worded story by the news on the infestation of gangs in the city, you can’t help but picture Yoongi’s face. And maybe it isn’t safe for everyone. but the way he looks at you- guarded but curious and with a hint of mirth over the edge of a ball during a pass, makes you think that it’s safe for you. 

You weren’t exactly sheltered here, in your nice apartment on the edge of where town turns from seedy to bougie. You straddle the edge of gentrification Unable to fit in perfectly with either side. You’ve already had to move your apartment twice since you moved in with him after rent hikes and new policies made your past apartments just too expensive. 

The first time your brother catches sight of Yoongi, on the stoop of your apartment building just as your brother gets home from work- perfectly mistimed, he goes apeshit when he realizes that Yoongi’s just dropped you off. Your older brother takes one look at him and says that you shouldn’t date gangsters- that Yoongi will just bring your trouble one day. 

“Jesus Christ- he was just walking me home it’s not like it’s a big deal” and you remind him that you’re not dating- that you’re just friends and Yoongi is just being nice- and that your brother should be glad you have friends that want you to get home safe. 

He tries to keep you from going out the next night and threatens you with few words not to keep seeing him. You’re late to the game because of it sucking off your pink sweatshirt and growling out that you need to work off some steam. “join my team” Yoongi says, making the others pause with a wave of his hands. 

 They reach for water bottles while you get your shoes on, Yoongi tucks the ball under his arm and stands while you finish lacing up your shoes. “you good?” he asks, “yeah just my brother being a dick and making me late.” 

You know he says it’s all for you so that you’ll do well and school and get a good job later in life and have it easy, unlike either or your parents. but sometimes it feels like he just wants to control you needlessly. Yoongi nods and you see something- the mention of older brothers darken his gaze, you wonder why.  “He pitch a fit after he saw me last night?”

 “Oh you know it,” you say with false positivity. “But don’t worry you can still like- walk me home if you want, I liked talking to you yesterday,” you say, Shooting him a smile that makes his cheeks turn a little pink, he clears his throat “if it makes you feel safer of course” He reassures, ever the gentleman, and goes to shoot some free throws while you finish getting settled. 

The blush doesn’t fall really, especially when you meet his eyes over a pass a few seconds into the pell-mell start of the game. And you start to think that Yoongi with  his tattoo’s and his roguish exterior might be the perfect amount of rebellion to get out from underneath your brother’s thumb

Of course, Yoongi ends up being a lot more than that. 

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