BTS Smut

Stigma (1) - BTS Taehyung

It was the first fissure in the columns that had upheld my childhood, which every individual must destroy before he can become himself. Such fissures and rents grow together again, heal and are forgotten, but in the most secret recesses they continue to live and bleed.

Stigma

"Hi, how may I help you?" you patiently asked. You quickly adjusted your cap and gave a polite smile to the customer. After taking their order and serving it to them, you let out a breath and looked around, seeing no one needed help anymore. Letting out one last sigh of relief, you headed into the back, walking into the kitchen with Seungwoo, the cafe's baker.

"What's up, little one?" he asked as he rolled a large piece of dough on the table, covering it with flour.

"Just tired, I guess. Did you get any bad pastries?" you asked. He let out a loud laugh and smiled, reaching behind the counter and pulling out two cherry danishes which had unfortunately come out deformed. You grinned and reached for them, your stomach growling at the sight of them.

"Didn't you eat lunch or dinner?" he asked. You shook your head vigorously as you took one and bit into the delicious pastry.

"You need to take care of yourself, little one! You already look fragile, you don't want to actually become sick and fragile," he said, referring to your pale tone and skinny figure. Seungwoo always watched out for you, he was like the father you'd never had.

"I will, Seungwoo. Thank you for these," you grinned. You finished up the first danish and went for the second but the bells which hung at the top of the cafe door rang, signaling a new customer. You sighed, wiping your hands and mouth and taking a swig of water to wash out your mouth and headed out to the front.

It was him. The customer you were practically in love with.

You didn't know his name, didn't know anything about him. But he's come every Saturday for the last year or so and orders an americano and a slice of cheesecake. Your eyes widened as you looked over to the rack of pastries and saw that there was no cheesecake left. You felt a tug in your chest, already dreading the moment you'd have to tell him there was no cheesecake.

You headed to the cash register and gave him a warm smile.

"Hello, what can I get for you?"

"The usual," he said. He looked different today. He seemed... sad.

"Ah, I'm so sorry, there's no more cheesecake!" you informed him. He looked over at where you pointed and shrugged.

"That's a shame. Just the americano, then," he said, taking out a bill and handing it to you. Once you'd finished giving his change back, you immediately got started on his drink. You quickly finished it and grabbed it, about to head over, but you stopped in your tracks.

It was near closing time and there were few customers around. You looked at the doors leading to the back, deciding whether you should do it or not. After a minute of internal debating, you set down his drink and ran to the back, throwing off your cap and fixing your hair. You picked up the second cherry danish you'd never started and placed it on a plate, then grabbed some napkins and his drink. You then walked over and set down the danish and napkins, then gave him his drink. You then took a seat across from him and smiled brightly.

You cheerfully told him your name and stuck your hand out for him to shake. He stared at it for a few seconds before taking it and gently shaking it.

"Yeah, I knew your name," he said. Your heart fluttered, a large smile beginning to form on your lips. "It's on your name tag."

You looked down, and indeed there was your name tag in place. You shook your head, shaking away foolish thoughts of him actually having known because he was interested. However, he always gave you a look whenever he came, so you hung on to that small little thought that he was interested.