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Y/N Pov:
Books.
Breaks.
Boys.
Those are the only thing a college girl worries about.
Well, normals ones atleast. I, on the other hand, have to still worry about my books of course.
Use my breaks for more pressing matters, like focusing on my money-making methods.
Which will of course mean I obviously have no time for boys or a normal love-life. And trust me, my high school ex, who's still trying to get me back, does not count.
"Y/N!!! TABLE NUMBER 2 IS WAITING FOR SOOOO LONG! GET THE COFFEE NOW!" My boss yells in literal caps, clearly disrupting my pity party thoughts.
Obviously a girl like me would unfortunately have to worry about...
Coffee
Cookies and...
Cash.
I, Y/N Kim, work at Cookies N Coffee to survive and study.
I rush over to table number 2, careful to not drop anything, and I place the trays of freshly made coffee and baked cookies.
"Sir, your Americano. Eight shots, no sugar." I state.
Which is definitely not healthy. This guy is either really stressed or depressed.
No responses. No more orders from him. I leave the tray and start to walk away from him, back to the staff quarters.
"Excuse me," He calls back.
That voice...
"Yes sir."
"Can you make me an Iced Americano too? Have it packed please."
"Sure, does it need to be eight shots too?" Hoping he doesn't notice my sarcasm, I take the risk.
Instead he chuckles. A sweet chuckle. Not a deep one. Hmmm.
I can't see his face. He is wearing a beanie with a hoodie on top and a face mask.
It's literally 25 degrees outside. Maybe he has a cold, I brush the thought away.
"No, one shot would be fine." He says.
"Please." He adds.
I turn around without saying a word because I'm really disturbed at how familiar his voice sounds.
But I don't want to make any assumptions and sound like a creep.
Even though four nights ago I'm almost sure I saw the one and only Mark Lee holding a gun in a dark alley.
Yes, a kpop idol...
But then again my best friend Eric tells me I've been seeing things. Like this one time we were at a fair and I could've sworn I saw JYP (yes him) talking to SM (ahem, yes him).
We went closer, risking our lives, and it turned out to be other, ordinary senior citizens having a peaceful conversation.
Ever since then I choose to not take my wild visions, or so I call them "mistakes", seriously.
I prepared his iced americano, even though I could've given it to Sia, my lovely co-worker, because she simply loves preparing coffee.
I felt like I needed to make this one though. Just to see him again. To identify him. To cancel him.
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FanfictionAfter a not-so-serious misunderstanding, Y/N finds herself in a cute friendship with her favorite kpop group. She later finds out that they may be more than just a kpop group and promises to help and stay by their side. Until a dangerous and now ser...
