Sean Cassidy X Reader {CURRENTLY ON HIATUS, SORRY}

Chapter 1

~Set in 1962~

I sat in my mother's boring bakery, looking out at the city set out before me.

"Y/n, are you alright?" My mother asked, placing her hand on my shoulder.

"I'm alright, I'm just kind of lonely." I sighed, my hands shaking a tiny bit.

"What about the boy with the curly, red hair who comes in every day? He seems like he might be into you." She suggested, trying to be loving.

"He's definitely cute," I admitted. "I'm just too shy to talk to him. For fuck's sake, I don't even know his name."

"Language!" She whacked my hand with the wooden spoon she was holding. "You're going to be waiting on him when he comes back tomorrow."

"Do I have to?" I complained, not wanting to talk to this boy.

"Yes, you have to. Now, you're going to go prepare some pastries for tomorrow ."She told me as I internally cheered and went into the kitchen.

"Alright!" I said happily.

I spent an hour getting everything ready for tomorrow and then went back to my small apartment that was above the bakery.

"Minho? Are you home?" I yelled out to my sassy roommate.

"Yeah! What do you want from me?" He asked, coming out of his room.

"I want dinner, bitch, because an hour ago, my mom was wanting to set me up with some guy." I told him, flopping on the couch.

"I'll make dinner, but I have to know, was it the redhead that you've been admiring from afar?" He smiled cheekily as my cheeks heated up. "Ooh. I'm right!"

"Yeah, you're right. My mother's going to make me talk to him tomorrow." Minho sat next to me as I talked.

Me and Minho had been friends for years, becoming friends in elementary school. He knew all of my secrets and could read me like an open book.

He got up without a word and started making food.

"So, uh, how is your animal thing?" He asked me, peaking his head out of the kitchen.

"They're fucking annoying, just like normal people, but they complain quite a bit." I told him, picking up my book.

"You've been accidentally transmitting your dreams to me again." He kept cooking.

"So, you've seen the really weird one, where the dog man was chasing me and you around town?" I laughed a bit and started reading.

"Yeah, that was fucking scary." He admitted, putting his apron on.

"So, are you gonna wimp out tomorrow and make me talk to him or are you going to wimp out?" He asked, as I put my book back down, too distracted to read.

"Wimp out, final answer." I said, getting off of the couch and going into the kitchen, where the air smelled of pasta.

"Wrong answer!" He slapped my hand with his spoon.

"God damn it, Minho! You're just like my mother!" I yelled at him, as he just laughed.

"Good, she's my hero." He said, pitting his hands on his hips in a heroic pose.

"My God." I laughed, stirring the fettuccini noodles as Minho started to make the sauce.

Minho was one of the most skilled cooks I knew, besides my mom, and he had worked in a few restaurants, not liking any one of them, until my mom had opened up her bakery. He immediately got the job, since he was one of my friends. We'd moved in together once we'd turned eighteen, him making dinner and me sometimes cleaning.

"Y/n, heyyy, Y/n... You alive?" He said, waving his hand in front of my face.

"Wha?" I asked, coming out of my daydream.

"You were daydreaming, weren't you?" He said, a knowing smirk on his face.

"Yeah, but so what, I was just thinking about our childhood" I said casually, stirring the pasta.

"Whatever." He rolled his eyes playfully.

~Time Skip to the next day~

"Hey mom!" I smiled at my mother as me and Minho came in.

"Hi Mrs. L/n!" Minho greeted, sighing happily.

"Hi Y/n, hi Minho!" She yelled at us, coming out of the kitchen. "Well, Minho, it's time for you to get in the kitchen and work."

He smiled brightly and saluted, putting his apron on, walking into the kitchen while he did it.

"And you, missy, are going to talk to that boy today, and you're going to like it." She pointed the coffee pot she was holding as I turned the sign to say "open."

"Alright, I'll do it, but only because you're nagging me." I told her, smoothing my uniform down.

"Yay!" She cheered a bit, Minho joining in from the kitchen.

I laughed as they did, sitting at one of the barstools by the counter.

It took a few minutes of idle chatter and baking with Minho until the bell above the door rang, signaling that somebody was entering.

Just a random person wanting a birthday cake for their daughter's birthday tomorrow, which me and Minho started working on immediately.

For about an hour people came and went, nobody ever stayed for more than about twenty minutes.

"Y/n!" My mother whispered to me, poking her head in the kitchen door. "Get out here!"

I complied and went out to the front of the shop, flour all over me and my uniform.

I saw the red head sitting in the corner of the shop, paper and pencils set out before him. His blue eyes were concentrating on drawing something.

"I cannot do this." I mumbled, trying to walk back into the kitchen, but I found that Minho was blocking the doorway.

"Go." He said firmly, and I did what he said, reluctantly.

The red head looked up and turned his paper when he heard my heels click on the floor.

"I'm Y/n and I'll be your server today, what would you like?" I said sweetly, honestly nervous that I was talking to him.

"I'm Sean," He flashed a smile at me, his eyes shining. "Can I have a coffee and a slice of apple pie, please?"

"Sure, I'll be right back." I smiled and walked behind the counter to get the apple pie and coffee.

Minho gave me a not-so-subtle thumbs up from the kitchen window, which made me laugh a bit.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sean smile.

I grabbed a plate and a glass and filled up the glass with coffee and I put a slice of apple pie on the plate.

I quickly brought the pie and coffee to him, struggling not to spill it.

He laughed as he watched me struggle, and got up to grab it from me. "I got it." He said and grabbed them from me.

"Thank you." I said, looking up at him.

"My pleasure." He smiled and sat back down.

I went back into the kitchen, trying to hide my smile and blush. Minho just smiled, knowingly.

"He is so into you!" He whispered, shaking my shoulders a bit.

"I really doubt it." I told him truthfully.

"We are talking about this when we get home, missy." He told me sternly.

"Whatever." I smiled and went back to frosting the birthday cake.

A/n: I feel like I did a pretty good job on this chapter, I feel genuine pride.

But, I wanna know, what do you guys think about this.

I also felt like Sean'd be good at drawing for some reason, it kinda fits, right?