park gunwook x reader gunwook has a huge crush on you and you have a hard time believing it but don't worry he'll convince you.
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you always found it weird that the soccer team frequented the café you worked at so often.
it was hardly a suitable hang out spot for post-game celebrations— yet after almost every practice or game, they were there. maybe you had a warped view of jocks or something but you would have never imagined the quaint café to be their go to place.
"y/n, can you bring their drinks over for me?" xiaoting asked hopefully.
she didn't seem to be doing anything particularly important. her manicured hands carefully added one final lemonade to the large accumulation of drinks.
you inhaled sharply and clenched your teeth for a second. "why can't you do it?"
"they always tip the most when you serve them." xiaoting went on with her pleads.
you knew it was true but what you didn't get was why they did it. you knew them all from school and weren't particularly fond of interacting with them. it's not like you had anything against the athletes, just a deep disdain for the awkward small talk you had to endure.
a soft groan escaped your lips and you pointed a finger at xiaoting before lifting up the tray of drinks. "you owe me."
she smiled, blowing you a kiss as you walked towards the packed area.
it wasn't just jocks but cheerleaders there too that day, spread across two tables as they chatted excitedly amongst themselves probably about the match coming up. you had heard it was important.
"here are your drinks." you said, placing the metal onto the table. your hands felt sore and you scrunched your nose up briefly at xiaoting's disregard for your poor arms when placing every single drink ordered onto one tray.
then again she saved you two trips.
you almost sighed in relief at how little notice they actually took of you. everyone just reached over to grab for their respective drinks, while chatting amongst themselves.
"if you'd like anything else, we'll be at the counter." you didn't think anyone was really listening but you felt obligated to say it anyway.
"thanks y/n."
your eyes flitted over to the boy sitting by the window, squished against it due to the fact that too many people had forced themselves around the table.
