Blueberry Muffins // Bang Chan x female identifying reader (read description!!)

Chapter 3 - Napkin

I'm driving to the coffee house listening to the song that was playing when Bang Chan stared at me.

Honestly, I think this is getting too much. It's embarassing. It's all I think about.

I park in my usual spot and as I leave the car and put on my uniform cap. Here I am again. A usual monday morning.

A young lady wants a capuccino and a blueberry muffin.

An old couple wants two expressos.

A middle aged man wants a caramelized latte and a bagel.

But soon enough, I felt that I was getting closer to scratching that itch on the back of my brain when I saw him. The black masked guy I saw in the library. As he stepped closer in the waiting line, I tried to be as casual as I could, until it was his turn.

"Hello again, the same?"

"Yeah, the same." He reached for his backpack, opening it and taking out his wallet.

Do it, Y/N! It's just a question!

"Um... Hey, Chris?" I called him by the name I've always written on his coffee cup.

"Hm?" He looked up at me.

"If you don't mind, could you.. just.." I gestured for him to take off his mask.

He looked confused and took it off, exposing his face with a smirk. I leaned back and squinted my eyes.

"I know you from somewhere." I know exactly where I know him from, I just need confirmation.

He smiles while he chuckles.

"Uuh, maybe from Stray Kids?"

"Ah! Yeah! You're Bang Chan aren't you?"

"Yes! I am" we both giggle a little. Then I start making his coffee as I talk to him.

"I'm sorry, it's just that I'm not really familiar with Kpop things and i was forced to go to the concert on saturday because my friend is obsessed with Stray Kids. If she knew Bang Chan came here every morning, she'd freak out!"

"Hahah! It's okay, it's actually nice meeting someone like you."

"Is that why you order as Chris?"

"In a way, yeah. My name is Christopher, but I think Chris isn't a very poppy name so i can be still a bit undercover."

I giggle. His coffee is nearly done and so I prepare myself to hand it to him, but he leans on the counter and furrows his brows.

"Hey, I have my morning filled up, and probably so do you, and I'm sorry if it's too straight foward but I was wondering if you wanted to get lunch today?"

I stared at him with a faint smile on my face. His cheeks got a little pink and then he looked away shyly.

"Well, I guess that was pretty straigh foward-"

"No! I mean, we do see each other every business morning"

"And you've made my coffee for almost a year now, but it's funny that I still don't know your name." He turned to me with a smirk making me feel something new. This fuzzy feeling in my stomach, it kinda tickles.

I hesitate a little before pronouncing it "Y/N. My name's Y/N."

He smiles. I smile back but then I point to my chest "It's also written on my name tag, so"

He blushes out of embarassment and laughs nervously "YEAH, I knew that, of course."

There's a genuine smile sewed onto my lips that I couldn't take off if I wanted to "But... yeah. I'd love to have lunch with you today."

"Great. What time are you free to meet up?"

"Probably around 13h15. Where are we going?"

"We could go to that noodle house near here! I heard it's really good!"

"13h15, noodle house near here. It's a date." I joke.

"Ye- Oh, I mean-" He gets confused and stutters out multiple attempts of beggining a sentence.

I laugh at this reaction and he joins in rubbing his forehead. I hand him his coffee and when he holds it, his fingers brush on mine as his other hand shoves itself in his pocket.

"Hey, could you give me a napkin, please?" He sets his coffee aside.

"Uh, yeah, sure." I hand it to him and with that he takes out a pen from his pocket, writing something on the napkin.

While i stare confused, he grinned and handed the napkin to me in between his index and middle finger, like a card. I look at it and then to him, meeting up with his playful grin.

"See you at lunch." He winks and walks away with his coffee.

"See you..." I stand there letting my cheeks turn red. I look down at the napkin and see his number on it. I bite my lower lip trying to cover my dumb smile.

I hear a voice over my shoulder "You got a number??" Another older coworker of mine. She treats me like a younger sister.

I blush from her comment and fold the napkin, hiding it inside my hand.

"N-no!! It's not a number!" I try to cool down and make my cheeks stop burning but it doesn't work.

My coworker grows a big smile on her face and shakes my shoulders "You've got a numberr!!!!"

I did. I got a number. I got Bang Chan's number. I'm having lunch with Bang Chan today.