[✅]Recipe For Love [Seokjin X Reader]

Ingredient: The Customer and The Fan

You sit at the cafe, trying to relieve the pain at the soles of your feet. But looking at the numbers on the laptop in front of you, you smile.

-Worth it.-  You thought to yourself.

It is the end of opening week, and things progressed as expected. Since it was opening week, the crowds came pouring in and things sold out fast and furious. You know that it will slow down by the time the month ends, the novelty of a new cafe burning out.

The cafe itself has a unique concept. You named it "The Library Cafe", surprised that it got approved even.

Your train of thought gets broken when you see a lingering figure right out the door, pacing back and forth. You are on the second floor, having a clear view of who it is. Silently walking down the stairs, careful to not make any noise, you make your way to the floor to ceiling glass panel and press your body against it, squishing your face against the glass as well.

The figure continues pacing and then suddenly stops, spotting something amiss out of his eye.

He sees your squished form against the glass and it scares the bejesus out of him.

"Ah!!"

In turn you promptly burst out laughing.

"Jin, come on in, stop mucking about." you mush out the words in between your laughs

"Stop laughing at me." he cutely pouts.

"Look at you, look at you, a 27 year old man and you're pouting away."

"Well you said you are older, of course I'll act cute to get food from you."

"What are you? A puppy?" you grin back at him.

"Yup! Now feed me~"

"Come on in. Coffee?"

"Yes please, I need to get back to work after this. Dear lord."

"Have you eaten anything?"

"Not really..."

You put your hands on your hips and stare at him.

"You're supposed to take care of yourself you know. Come on, I'll make you an omelette, my style."

You crack eggs and pour whipping cream into it, and start whipping in a frenzy before adding salt and pepper to taste and whipping it some more.

As the pan heats up with the butter, you grab some diced onions, bacon bits, diced tomatoes, mushrooms and spring onions, using your hand to mix them up real good. You pour about half of the eggs in, using a whisk at first, over a slow fire, then adding the food. You take that out first, then pour the rest of the eggs in, and complete your omelette. The result is a stuffed and fluffy omelette.

"Here you go," you lay the plate between the cutlery on the table, and you move to make him a double shot latte.

You hear him enjoying his food, quite literally hearing him go "Oh my god. This is heaven."

You create a double heart latte art for him, and a leaf design for yourself.

"Coffee?"

"Thank you, Y/N, this omelette is amazing. Wow!"

"Thank you ^_^, it was something I was taught when I was young."

"I'm amazed that you are so talented. How did you end up here?"

"I work for a MNC conglomerate food chain. This whole place? This is my dream. I've always wanted to have place for people to come and rest and put their feet up. Which, I have to apologize in advance, I have to do so. My feet are just hurting like crazy. I just soaked them in warm water just now to relieve some of the pain, but it's not working."

Jin looks down at the fuzzy slippers you're wearing and can't help his grin.

"Cute slippers."

"Shut up." you jab back at him.

"I would give you a foot massage but I think we're not there yet."

"No, I am not letting you touch my gross feet. You are after all still my customer. So, no."

The peal of laughter that emits from him, just draws you in once again to his charm, and you are just amazed at the person in front of you.

Yes, you read up a bit about him. About how he got casted, how people dissed him at first that he wasn't a great dancer, how he wasn't a great vocalist to a lot of people.

You listened to his solo track. You cried.

It wasn't only that his vocals had improved so much over the years. Or that he had his voice brought out the beauty of the song and injected the emotions to push the song. No, it wasn't that.

It was the lyrics that he had written. The meaning behind, it was like ripping your soul out and showing it to the world. You wonder if it happen to just be lyrics to him or if he exaggerated it, the possibility of actuality so near to impossible.

"You know, I'm curious, I heard you wrote your solo song."

He almost chokes on his coffee at the sudden question.

"Yes, I did."

"Why?"

"Because it's my story."

"And you didn't make up any parts or exaggerate it?"

"Well, I didn't exactly want to fly like flower petals."

You scoff a little and smile.

"Ah, there's the smile. I don't like the frown, the smile is better. But yes, I didn't exactly exaggerate, it was what I felt back when I wrote the song. I insisted on this so much, I tried 27 different variations until they accepted this."

The quiet moment drags out between the both of you, before you softly say, "Well then, I'm a big fan of your work."