high flying love ¦ lee jeno

ch ; 16

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And Your Shoulders Brush

Two weeks had flown by, marked by the comforting aroma of freshly baked bread and the steady hum of conversation. Jeno's visits to Yura's café had evolved from casual drop-ins to intentional retreats from his demanding life as a pilot. Each visit brought with it new observations and realizations about Yura, shifting his perspective in subtle yet profound ways.

Initially, Jeno had been drawn to Yura's lively spirit and unwavering dedication to her café. He admired how she greeted each customer with genuine warmth, her face lighting up with a smile that seemed to brighten even the dreariest of days. But as the days turned into weeks, Jeno found himself noticing the finer details of Yura's character, each one adding to the growing warmth he felt for her.

Jeno learned about Yura's passion for baking, a passion that bloomed during her college years. "Can you imagine Jeno," she'd said, a teasing glint in her eyes, "little Yura wanting to be a psychologist, all serious and introspective? Thankfully, cafes and pastries won my heart."

Jeno would laugh, the sound echoing through the cozy cafe, a warmth spreading through him at her easy smile. He, in turn, shared tales of his life as a pilot, his childhood dream taking flight with every takeoff and landing. Yura listened intently, her eyes sparkling with curiosity as he described the thrill of soaring through the clouds, the world a miniature landscape spread out beneath him.

There was the way she hummed softly while arranging pastries, a tune that seemed to carry a piece of her joy and serenity. It was a small, almost subconscious habit, but it spoke volumes about her love for what she did. Jeno started to recognize the little quirks she had – the way she tilted her head slightly when she listened intently, or how she scrunched her nose when deep in thought, a gesture that he found irresistibly endearing.

One such afternoon, the cafe was teeming with activity. Yura, a whirlwind of efficiency, was taking orders and coordinating with her staff. Jeno leaned against the counter, his gaze fixed on her.

As she reached for a pastry at the display counter, their hands brushed unexpectedly. A jolt of electricity shot through him, a spark that sent a shiver down his spine. He stole a glance at Yura, but her focus remained entirely on her task.

He cleared his throat, the sound barely audible above the cafe's chatter. "Seems pretty busy today," he offered, more to break the sudden tension than anything else.

Yura glanced up, a flicker of surprise crossing her features before she offered a tired smile. "It's the usual Saturday rush. Busy, but rewarding."

Yura's interactions with her customers revealed another layer of her personality. She remembered names, favorite orders, and even snippets of their lives, making everyone feel special and valued. Jeno marveled at her empathy and attentiveness, traits that made her café not just a place to get coffee but a haven of warmth and connection.

One evening, after the café had closed and the usual hustle had died down, Yura invited Jeno to stay for a cup of her latest blend. As they sat in the quiet café, Jeno couldn't help but admire how the soft, dim lighting highlighted the contours of her face, casting a gentle glow over her features. Her eyes, normally sparkling with energy, held a quieter, more contemplative light.

"What's on your mind, Captain?" Yura asked, breaking the comfortable silence. Her voice was soft, inviting him to share his thoughts.

Jeno hesitated for a moment, then smiled. "Just thinking about how different our worlds are. Up there, everything is so vast and detached. But here, you create this world where every detail matters, where every person feels seen."

Yura's cheeks flushed slightly at the compliment, and she looked down, a bashful smile playing on her lips. "I just try to make people feel at home. It's nothing compared to flying through the skies."

"Don't sell yourself short," Jeno replied, his voice earnest. "There's a magic in what you do. It's... grounding."

As he spoke, Jeno realized the depth of his admiration for her. It wasn't just about the café or her baking skills. It was about the person Yura was – resilient, compassionate, and wonderfully unique. He found himself captivated by her laughter, comforted by her presence, and increasingly, drawn to her in ways he hadn't anticipated.

He realized that his feelings for Yura had grown beyond mere friendship, fueled by the countless moments they'd shared and the profound impact she had on him.

As he watched her return to her work, gracefully moving through the café with her characteristic charm, Jeno knew he was falling for her. The question was, did Yura feel the same spark? And if so, how would he navigate the delicate balance between their deepening connection and the friendship they both cherished?

With each passing day, Jeno found himself more captivated by Yura, his heart soaring in ways that even the skies he loved to traverse could never make him feel. The realization was both exhilarating and daunting, but one thing was clear: Yura had become an essential part of his world, one he couldn't imagine being without.

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a/n: Jeno has a crush ooo

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