oneshots for victon!! started: march 4th, 2023. finished: january 14th, 2024.. includes: fluff, maybe angst(?), all sfw!! member x reader. proper spelling & grammar. [this is pure fiction and does not represent the real victon or their personalities...
╔══════════════════╗ KANG SEUNGSIK ✎ xiv. with every cup of coffee ╚══════════════════╝
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Seungsik loved you with every cup of coffee.
Every iced americano, every caramel macchiato, every vanilla latte, every hazelnut cappuccino reminded you how much Seungsik loved you.
From the moment you first locked eyes, to your first date to when he put a ring on your finger, to now— Seungsik loved you with every cup of coffee.
You would never have known that the cute new barista at your local coffee shop would become a permanent fixture of your life, or that just 4 years later you would be opening up your own coffee shop with the very same man, but life is full of surprises and events that no one could ever predict.
The week had been tiresome overall. It was hard to keep up with customers when it was just the two of you. Seungsik took the counter, making coffees and charming customers with his handsome face and even handsomer smile. While he handled the front, you were in the back baking cookies or muffins or other baked goods. The morning rush before people went to work was always the busiest. You liked to man the counter together, otherwise it became unmanageable.
Every day was pretty much the same, but you liked the familiarity. The routine was relaxing, and the constant surety of a day at the cafe helped with the stress of life outside of it.
It was mostly Seungsik, though.
You woke up in his arms, breathing in his cologne, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. You stayed like that for a long time. Even after Seungsik woke up, he wanted to hug you for longer, just stay close for "5 more minutes". 5 always turned into 10 which turned into 20, but there never seemed to be any urgency when you were with him.
When you finally got free from his arms to go shower, he watched you leave with a sleepy smile on his face, mumbles about how breakfast would be ready when you were done. If there was one thing about Seungsik, it was that he always made sure breakfast was ready for you.
Some mornings it was french toast, or fruit parfaits with granola, or kimchi pancakes. This morning it was eggs benedict. But the best part of every breakfast was the coffee that came with it. Freshly brewed with the drip coffee pot that you had given him on your anniversary. He said it was the best thing in his life (after you).
You finished getting ready quickly, eager to join Seungsik for breakfast, and by the time you got to the kitchen, he was just starting on the coffee. One of the things you loved the most about Seungsik was his voice, and he had a habit of singing while working. His voice filled the entire room with a soft clear melody and you smiled at the sound. He was singing your favourite song. You slipped your arms around his waist and rested your head against his broad back as he poured water over the coffee grounds in slow circles. He slowed his singing down to a gentle hum, his left hand finding yours circling his waist to intertwine your fingers.
"Out of the shower?"
You hummed in response, stepping up on your tippy toes to press small kisses to his neck. He smiled at the feeling.
"I've got to plate the eggs. Can you finish the coffee?" He turned around, leaning down to press a long kiss to your lips before leaving you to finish pouring the water. He started singing again as he transferred the eggs to two matching plates and poured a generous amount of hollandaise sauce on each one.
"Go sit down, I'll pour the coffee." Seungsik urged, leading you to the table and pulling out your chair for you.
"You're so sweet this morning." You commented, smiling at the cute breakfast laid out on the table and your husband who was grabbing two matching mugs to pour the coffee into.
"Aren't I sweet every morning?" He countered, placing the coffee down in front of you. You giggled. He was right, of course. He was sweet to you every morning. You sometimes couldn't even imagine how you had ended up with such a loving husband.
You watched the cream make little swirls in your coffee and you allowed a relaxed smile to take over your face at the sight. It wasn't just coffee to you— it was coffee made by Seungsik, and it held his love for you in it. And in that moment you were again reminded that Seungsik loved you steadily, gently, slowly.
