Coffee Palette || lipsoul

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A/N: wtf is a coffee palette

It was the last few days of autumn. The sun had been hiding behind the clouds, and cold gusts of wind were sweeping the land below. Tall fir trees were dancing to the breeze, its many leaves swiftly falling to the ground.

A tall, sunny haired girl was trudging through the old bricked road swarmed with people, a smile as bright as her pigtailed hair plastered across her face.

The girl had weaved through the busy crowd of people, the patter of her white converse against the ground barely heard through the chatter.

She stopped in front of a small building. White gardenias were placed in pots dotted around the outside, and the girl inhaled deeply, sighing as the floral smell of gardenia filled her nostrils.

She walked over to the dark oak framed door leading inside, the warm aroma of pastries embracing her once she had stepped in. She then made a beeline for the large door that was standing behind the rows of cakes and cookies, her light blue bag dangling loosely from her arm.

She turned the brass doorknob slowly, slipping inside with a wide grin on her face.

"Jungeun-ah~!" She had greeted the equally blonde haired girl sitting on a chair across her, the latter deeply immersed on the phone clutched in her hands.

The girl looked up, her expression unchanging. She nodded at the newcomer, gaze darting back to her phone.

"Hey, Jinsol unnie," She greeted back, fingers scrolling through her cellphone and her expression still sullen. Jinsol pouted, strutting over to where Jungeun was sitting, plopping her blue backpack beside the younger.

"Waah, Jungeunni-ah, why so serious?" She playfully whined at the other, her hands reaching over to grab a beige apron from the rack situated beside them.

"Aren't I always like this?" Jungeun deadpanned, eyes glancing at the other who was tying her apron around her waist.

Jinsol turned to her, frowning as her hands crossed across her chest.

"Mean! Mean Jungeunni!" The latter had childishly scolded the girl, who cracked a small smile at the older blonde's tactics.

"You know, sometimes I wonder how you're the older one between us," Jungeun mumbled, eyeing Jinsol as she plopped down on the seat next to her.

Jinsol just shrugged, crossing her legs and turning to Jungeun so she can play with her hair.

"When does your shift start anyways?" Jinsol asked, her fingers gently combing through Jungeun's golden locks. Jungeun's eyes flickered over to her, her brows furrowed in thought.

"Five minutes, I think." Jungeun responded. Jinsol's hands fell on her lap, and she turned to Jungeun with a frown.

"Eh?" The older exclaimed, springing to her feet, a hand extended towards the other, "That's not even that long from now, Jungeun-ah. Let's just start already so we can get home early."

Jungeun stared at Jinsol's hand, eyebrows raised. She then took it, deciding that maybe her unnie was right.

Jinsol grinned at her, then proceeded to pull her out the room, Jungeun's protests falling on deaf ears.

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Jinsol gleefuly skipped to a table, her blonde pigtails bouncing at her sides. Jungeun had eyed her from her place behind the counter, making sure her unnie didn't pull off some bullshit in front of the customers.

Jinsol went over to the lone girl sitting on the table beside the windowsill, a bright smile on her face as she approached.

"Oh! Sooyoung!" Jinsol had greeted the girl, who was her fellow batchmate and best friend. She was surprised to see her here--alone, even--since the other was usually swarmed with dance practice or homework.