Han Jisung Oneshots (bxb)💖

🌸Spilled Coffee🌸 (Jeongin)

Context~ Jisung, a barista at a local coffee shop, accidentally spills coffee onto one of the customers.

Genre: Fluffy
Tw: None
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-3rd person-

Jisung sighed as he looked out the window of the coffee shop where he worked, watching the rain race down against the glass. It was a typical Tuesday afternoon, slow and dreary. He swiftly wiped down the counter, eyes darting between the half empty tables. The air smelled faintly of cinnamon and espresso, comforting yet lonely. Jisung didn't mind the slow days, but he wished something exciting would happen something to break the silence.

The bell above the door jingled, and Jisung straightened up. He turned toward the entrance and found a guy shaking out his umbrella, drops of rain glistening on his black hoodie. He had sharp features softened with a sweet and warming smile and foxy dark eyes that sparkled with amusement as he noticed Jisung staring.

Jisung blinked, feeling heat creep up his neck. "Welcome!" he stammered, quickly wiping his hands on his apron and moving behind the register. "What can I get for you?"

Jisung noted how tall he was, how his hoodie clung to his broad shoulders, he was in awe at the man's proportions. The guy glanced at the menu, then back at Jisung. "Just a black coffee," he said, his voice low but warm, like honey.

"Coming right up!" Jisung fumbled for a cup, nerves buzzing in his chest. He couldn't help stealing glances at the guy, who leaned casually against the counter, pulling out his phone. There was something effortlessly cool about him, something that made Jisung's stomach do flips.

As Jisung poured the coffee, his mind wandered. Who was this guy? He didn't seem like the typical customer, he's too calm, too collected. Most people came in for their caffeine fix and rushed back out into the city, but this guy seemed to be in no hurry. And, God, he was handsome. Jisung bit his lip, trying to suppress the flutter in his chest.

He snapped out of his daze just in time to realize he was still holding the coffee pot, that ended up being tilted too far.

"Ah sh-!"

Before he could stop himself, the steaming coffee spilled over the edge of the cup and onto the counter. In his panic, Jisung jerked back, but the damage was done. A few drops had splashed onto the guy's hand.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" Jisung's face turned bright red as he grabbed a towel, rushing to clean up the mess. "Are you okay? Did it burn you? I didn't mean to-!"

The guy chuckled, shaking his head. "I'm fine. No harm done." He inspected his hand, flexing his fingers, and then looked back at Jisung with a teasing smile. "You look more worried than I am."

Jisung swallowed hard, his heart pounding. "Well...I just didn't want to hurt you," he mumbled, dabbing at the counter. "That would be the worst first impression."

The guy's eyes sparkled again, and he leaned forward slightly, resting his arms on the counter. "First impressions aren't everything. But if you're that worried, maybe you could make it up to me?"

Jisung blinked. Was he... Was he flirting? No, that couldn't be right. Jisung had never been the type to attract attention like that. He was just the shy barista behind the counter. Still, something about the way the guy smiled made his pulse quicken.

"Uh... how?"

"Well, for starters, you could tell me your name."

"Oh! Right. Sorry." Jisung felt like an idiot. "I'm Jisung."

"Jisung," the guy repeated, tasting the name on his tongue. "I like it. I'm Jeongin."

Jeongin. The name suited him, sharp, sleek, and somehow still inviting. Jisung felt a rush of warmth at hearing it. "Nice to meet you, Jeongin," he said softly, offering a tentative smile.

"Nice to meet you too. So, Jisung... got any plans for later?" Jeongin asked casually, taking a sip of the coffee, as if he hadn't just thrown out the most unexpected question of the day.

Jisung froze. Was this really happening? His cheeks burned as he tried to process the situation. "Uh, no, I... I just have this shift."

Jeongin raised an eyebrow. "No plans at all? That's a shame. Maybe you could use some company then?"

Jisung's heart thudded in his chest. He couldn't tell if Jeongin was teasing him or if he was serious. The way he looked at Jisung, with that easy confidence, was enough to make Jisung's mind spin. "I... I guess I could," Jisung stammered, feeling ridiculously flustered.

Jeongin smiled again, the kind of smile that made Jisung's stomach somersault. "Great. I'll hang around here for a bit then. And maybe, after your shift, we could grab dinner or something."

Jisung could hardly believe what he was hearing. Dinner? With Jeongin? He wanted to pinch himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. Instead, he nodded, unable to stop the small, hopeful smile that tugged at his lips.

As the hours passed, Jisung tried to focus on his work, but his eyes kept drifting toward the corner of the shop where Jeongin had settled in with his coffee. He sat there, scrolling through his phone or watching the rain, occasionally looking up to catch Jisung's eye. Each time, Jisung would quickly glance away, his heart skipping a beat.

By the time his shift ended, Jisung was a bundle of nerves. He had never done anything like this before, he wasn't the type to agree to spontaneous dates with random strangers. But there was something about Jeongin that made him feel... safe. Excited, yes, but safe.

Jeongin stood as Jisung untied his apron and slung his bag over his shoulder. "Ready?" Jeongin asked, his smile as bright as ever.

Jisung nodded, though his heart was racing. "Yeah. Where should we go?"

"I know a place nearby," Jeongin said, pushing open the door and holding it for Jisung. "I think you'll like it."

They walked side by side through the rain, the city lights reflecting off the wet pavement. Jeongin chatted easily, telling Jisung about his day and how he'd found the coffee shop by accident, but was glad he had. Jisung listened, his nerves slowly settling as Jeongin's presence became more familiar, more comfortable.

Eventually, they ended up at a cozy little restaurant tucked away in an alley, the kind of place Jisung never would've noticed on his own. Inside, it was warm and intimate, with soft lighting and the smell of delicious food wafting through the air.

As they sat down, Jisung couldn't help but feel like he was in a dream. Jeongin was so easy to talk to, so confident and kind, and Jisung found himself relaxing more with each passing moment. They shared stories and laughter over dinner, the conversation flowing naturally between them.

At some point, Jisung realized that he was smiling more than he had in a long time. There was something about Jeongin that brought out a side of him he hadn't known was there, a side that wasn't afraid to speak up, to laugh, to just enjoy the moment.

By the time they finished dinner, the rain had stopped, leaving the air fresh and cool. They stepped outside, and Jisung felt a little pang of disappointment that the evening was coming to an end. But before he could say anything, Jeongin turned to him with that same teasing smile.

"So, how'd I do? Did I make up for the spilled coffee?"

Jisung laughed, the sound surprising him with how light it felt. "Yeah, I think you did."

Jeongin took a step closer, his voice softening as he looked at Jisung with an intensity that made his heart race all over again. "Good. Because I'm hoping this won't be the last time we hang out."

Jisung's breath hitched, his eyes wide as he looked up at Jeongin. The butterflies in his stomach were going wild, but for once, he didn't feel the need to hide them. "I... I'd like that," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jeongin's smile softened into something warmer, something that made Jisung's chest tighten in the best possible way. "Then it's a date," Jeongin murmured, leaning in ever so slightly.

And just like that, what had started as a clumsy accident over spilled coffee turned into something more, a connection that neither of them had been expecting but both of them wanted.