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try again; kim sunoo

## [ try again ] : : kim sunoo . .  ! !

genre: fluff, ex to lovers!au

pairings: susu <3 reader 

word count: 3.2k ! 

a/n: loosely inspired by "try again - jaehyun, d.ear" !! this has been lying in my drafts for so long omg ,, i think i started writing this in january and completely ??? forgot about it ??? SO YEA !! REVIVING THIS FIC AGAIN !! anyway, special dt to myself ! happy bday elys 😂 (HELP I POSTED TJIS ON JULY 29 ITS NOT MY BDAY ANYMORE) 

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[i.]

It had just been a week since you snatched this part-time job as a (boba) barista in order to pay for your accumulating college debt that was slowly eating away at your financial stability — leading you to a lifestyle of surviving on Shin Ramyun alone. 

Well, it really couldn't be helped anyways. Shin Ramyun was a part of your DNA at this point, and even if you had all the cash in the world, it would've been the both of you against the world. 

This was your final shift for the week, and you were internally screaming for joy. The day was about to end and you were on your few last orders of the day. 

The door opens, and some guy walks up to the counter. Since you were too focused on how to get the cash register to get going again, you don't bother catching a glimpse of his face.

"Excuse me miss, can I order a matcha boba tea?" 

Your head jolts upwards at the sound of a familiar voice, immediately meeting eyes with the person you have remembered so vividly, even in your dreams. His voice continues to ring in your ears, as if it was your mind trying to confirm whether or not the man in front of you was who you thought it would be. 

And you weren’t mistaken. 

Your stomach churns at the sight of him, and at that moment you wished that you could have face planted yourself onto the floor. He stares back at you with widened eyes, but after a few seconds the corners of his lips tug into a wide grin. 

Why does he look so happy to see you? 

Do you pretend not to know him? Or do you just acknowledge his existence for a moment? Although the latter seemed to be the better option, it wouldn't be [Y/N] if you weren't running away from your problems.

So what did you do? Well, you just shot him a tight-lipped smile and said, "A matcha boba tea? Okay, that would be 4,500 won." Yikes. This was a new level of awkward, and here you were, rolling in it like it was fresh grass. "Just find a table to settle in and I'll call your name once your order is ready." 

Avoiding the gaze of the man in front of you, you immediately cast your eyes downwards at the cash register and process his order, pretending like you don't recognize his existence. 

Quietly, you extend your arm to hand him the receipt, lips tugging up to form a demure smile. "Please sit at any table and wait for me to call your name." 

And right as you were about to turn away, you hear the familiar voice speak once again. "You won't even ask for my name?" A laugh follows after his previous statement; and once you turn to face him again, you feel your heart drop to the shallow gorge of your stomach. 

"I already know your name Sunoo." Mustering these few words, you try to mask your flustered expression with an upturned smile. It feels like forever since the last time you talked to him. Ever since you moved away for a year, you had eventually cut off communication with each other, not leaving any room for him to ask about how you were doing.