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jooheon | coffee {pt.1}

Story type: Fluff
Request By: @xkhj_04

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Haeji Kwon's P.O.V

I stood outside Café Oui. It was beautiful, white walls and greenery surrounding it.

The sign out front said:

Now hiring!
Application must be filled out in advance.
Thank you! 고맙습니다!

I looked down at my filled application, nervously scanning it for mistakes. There wasn't any, so I began to walk to the glass door and opening it.

As I set foot in the cafe, the smell of coffee filled my senses and I breathed it in deeply.

I approached one of the employees at the front entrance.

"Um, excuse me? I'm looking for the manager?"

She looked at me warmly,"Is that an application?! Are you going to work here?" Her voice was cheerful and excited.

I smiled, alittle embarrassed,"Ne, I saw the sign a few days ago, I need this job, but I have no idea how to make coffee.."

She playfully slapped my shoulder,"Don't worry! The manager is really good at explaining the basics!"

My hopes went up a little, maybe I'll have a chance against other applicants if I just practice.

"C'mon, Mr. Lee is in the back, in his office." She pulled my arm and lead me to the back of the cafe.

When I saw a door with a sign above that said:

Mr. Lee JooHeon
Knock or I'll lower your pay.

The girl turned to me and whispered softly, almost cautiously,"Mr. Lee is a little..cold at times, don't mind it, he means well." She looked back at the open door,"Most people quit before the first hour of work..but, he's not that bad, honestly. Just.. don't get on his bad side you know?"

I nodded slowly, becoming a little scared at what my future boss will be like. Just the sign above his office door is putting me on edge.

"Go on, you'll be fine, I promise!" She grinned and gave me a pat on my back,"I'm Seohyun by the way."

"Thanks Seohyun." I smiled and took a deep breath before walking to the door and making sure to knock on the wood.

I waited for what seemed like an hour before I heard a deep male voice telling me to come in.

I imagined a short old man, with a stubble beard and graying hair. But instead I found myself in front of a tall young man, with dark tousled hair and chocolate brown eyes that scanned me up and down before speaking.

"And you are?" He sounded annoyed with his head resting against his hand on the desk in front of him.

I found it hard to talk,"I-I'm.." The words caught in my throat and I began to panic.