BTS One Shots

Chocolate Milk

I know I said that there weren't gonna be any romantic fanfictions in this but I promise this is the only one. It's BTS X reader so no BTS ships. I think this is a really cringy story and I don't like it but I still wanted to put it in here. Enjoy 💜

There he was again, buying that same bottle of chocolate milk. Didn't he ever get tired of drinking the same drink every time? He put the money on the counter and started to walk away. He had come here so many times to buy the same drink that he didn't even say a word anymore as he bought it. He had come here every day since a few weeks after I started to work here, he never missed a day in almost two years. He always came here on a red bike whilst wearing a black Puma cap covering the top of his hair that always seemed to change colour. He was short compared to other boys and had a fit body. I had only said hi to him a few times but it felt like I knew him really well. I could see when he was happy or sad. I liked it when he was happy, he would walk in with a cute smile and he would sometimes even say hi to me. When he was sad he had this gloomy look on his face, and would mostly stare at the ground. I wanted to ask what was wrong so many times, but I could never get more words than "hi" and "bye" out of my mouth when he stood in front of me. It was like I forgot all the words I had ever learned when I saw him. It was like he somehow made me nervous. My body always filled up with this warm happy feeling and my heart always skipped a beat when I saw him. I had tried to ask his name so many times but every time I did I stumbled over my words and turned as red as a tomato.

Today was no different than any other day. After he paid for his drink he turned around to jump back on his bike and ride it to the intersection on the right of the store and turn left. But today he waited in front of the counter for a few seconds, as if he wanted to say something. But eventually he turned around and walked out of the door. He was not happy, but he was also not sad. I had never seen this expression on his face but it didn't seem like a negative one.

When I woke up the next day I had this pounding headache, like I was having the worst hangover ever, so I called in sick. I kept thinking about how he waited a few seconds the other day, I wondered what he wanted to say. Would he ask why I wasn't there today when he would see me tomorrow? Or maybe he had never even noticed me. Why did I even care? He was just a customer that happened to come buy the same thing everyday for two years, but for some reason I couldn't get him off my mind.

The next day I was feeling better so I decided to go to work.
"This guy with purple hair and a Puma cap asked where you were yesterday." My coworker told me as I took over his shift. "I told him you called in sick."
"Wait," I said confused. "Did he come on a red bike?"
"Yeah, I think so?" He answered.
"And you've never seen him before?"
"Only on the days you were sick. Why do you ask?"
"Oh, for no reason." Did he only come here to see me? I thought to myself as I put my name tag on my shirt.  He changed his hair colour again from what I heard. It was a quiet day so I had a lot of time to think about why he would ask for me. After a few hours I started to worry that he wouldn't come today, my shift was ending in ten minutes and I hadn't seen him all day. As I started to worry more and more I saw his red bike pull up in front of the store. He quickly walked in with sweat dripping from his forehead. He grabbed the chocolate milk and put the money on the counter. I still heard his heavy breathing as I wanted to put the money in the register. I looked at it and saw that he had just given me too much, which he normally never did. I grabbed the change out of the register and put it in his open hand.
"Thanks, Y/N." I heard as he closed his hand. I could feel my face getting red, I quickly looked at the ground. He knew my name. Then I saw the name tag hanging off of my shirt. Oh, right. I looked up to see that he had already stepped on his bike. Why did he give me too much money though, and why did he use my name after he said thanks? I got lost in my thoughts until another coworker pulled me out of them.
"Hey! Hey!" She said while snapping her fingers in front my eyes. "You can leave, your shift is over."
"Oh, Yeah, of course." I put my name tag back into my pocket and started my walk home. Why did I get this weird feeling in my stomach when he said my name? I kept thinking about it while I was laying in my bed, I couldn't sleep because of it.