Stray Kids Imagines

Personal delivery - Hyunjin

You loved your job. Working in the local coffeeshop and serving coffee and sweet bakeries gave you a sense of satisfaction. Observing the different kinds of customers entering and leaving was your favorite part. Some were in a rush, ordering only a coffee to go, others came to take a small break from their days.

And then there were the regular customers that came by almost every day. That sweet lady who loved to tell you everything about her children, the two teenage girls that probably told their parents they were studying but ended up giggling about the latest gossip in school, and the elderly gentleman that never missed a chance to have a playful flirt with you.

Oh, and the handsome artist from the atelier across the street. He had caught your eye the first time you ever saw him. He was tall, his long hair mostly in a small bun or ponytail, but his hands mesmerized you the most. His long fingers always had some paint on them, indicating that he was working on his art. Other than that, he was very silent, usually concentrating on sketching something in his book. But his smile was always full of warmth, and his eyes sparkled every time you brought him his coffee and muffin. You would love to get to know him better, but you were too shy to start a conversation with him. So you continued admiring him from afar. You had developed a little crush on him, even though you would never admit it.

You were brought back to reality when the little bell above the door rang, indicating someone had entered the coffee shop.

"Good afternoon. What can I get for you today?" you smiled at the woman.

"A large cappuccino to go, please. Oh, and could I also get a blueberry muffin to go?"

"Of course. I will get everything ready for you." you replied.

The afternoon went by quickly. As your shift was coming to an end, you were a little disappointed that the artist hadn't come today, but he was probably busy. He would come back tomorrow.

Days went by, but the artist didn't come in. You started to get a little worried. From the coffee shop, you could see that the lights were on in his atelier, meaning that he was there.

Maybe he found a better coffee shop?

This thought made you sad, but there was nothing you could do about it if it was the truth. Or could you? A crazy thought occurred to you.

What if I stop by his atelier to bring him his favorite coffee and muffin? No, I can't do that! He will probably think I'm some weird stalker.

But this idea kept coming back in the following days until you finally decided to do it. What could go wrong? The only thing he could do was tell you to leave him alone, and then you could hopefully get your mind to shut up.

After your shift ended, you grabbed the iced Americano and the muffin that you had prepared and left the coffee shop. You took a deep breath and crossed the street. You peeked through the glass door into the atelier. At the back, you could see him sitting in front of a large canvas. His hair was messy, and he looked very tired. You stood there for a few moments, hoping he would notice you, but he was too focused on his painting.

Taking a final deep breath, you pushed the door open. The little bell above it rang, and his head shot up. He looked at you for a moment with a confused look. Then his face lit up as he seemed to recognize you. He jumped out of his chair and put the brush down on the table.

"Hi." He greeted.

"Hi," you smiled. "I noticed you didn't come to the coffee shop in the last couple of days, so I brought you an iced Americano and a muffin." You said as you held up the paper bag.

"Really? That is so nice of you, thank you!" he exclaimed.

You handed him the bag, and he opened it immediately.

"I've been craving this the whole day, but I'm so busy right now. I got my first big job to do a painting." He explained with an apologetic smile.

"That's great. Congratulation."

He took a big bite of the muffin. "Hmmmm," he said, dramatically closed his eyes, throwing his head back. You laughed at his exaggeration. After taking a sip from the coffee, he asked:

"How did you even notice I was not coming anymore?"

You felt the heat rush up to your cheeks.

"Well...Y-you a-are one of our most regular customers, so of course I'd notice." You stumbled over your words.

"Cute." He said, just loud enough for you to hear it.

If your cheeks weren't red until now, they for sure were after his comment.

"You know, this is kinda practical having you deliver the coffee to me. Does your coffee shop do deliveries?"

"Unfortunately not."

"Too bad. Then I have no choice but to ask for your number to schedule a personal delivery." He looked serious, but his eyes gave away that he was joking.

"Sure, no problem."

You held out your hand. He looked at you dumbfounded.

"Are you serious?"

"Yes, but you have to wait until I finish my shift because I can't leave the shop. Oh, and the delivery costs extra." You couldn't hide a grin anymore.

He slowly took out his phone and handed it to you. You typed in your number and returned the phone to him.

"Y/n. What a beautiful name. I'm Hyunjin." He bowed.

"Well, then, Hyunjin, I need to get going. Enjoy your coffee and the muffin."

"Thank you. I'll text you my next order tomorrow." He winked at you.

"I'll be waiting."

You smiled at him and turned around, leaving the atelier. You were surprised by yourself.

When did I get this confident?

You continued smiling the whole way home.