exoloves (ao3)
In which Kyungsoo is a college student attempting to study in a cafe, but gets slightly distracted by cashier and barista Jongin.
aka cute coffee shop au
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The coffee shop was as usual filled with customers itching to get their next shot of caffeine, and Kyungsoo was as usual one of them. He sat at his usual table close to the window, laptop open and fingers flying over the keyboard, typing out another sentence for yet another essay. God, he hated this. He had pretended everything was fine for so long, not to convince worried friends who were unsure about his health, but to convince himself.
Kyungsoo was probably as far from fine as he had ever been. His boyfriend had recently dumped him cause he "just couldn't handle a relationship at the moment", only to get together with the guy Kyungsoo used to see as his best friend-though he was able to find a little comfort in the fact that that relationship didn't even last a week. He also had about a thousand essays he needed to write, and bills to pay on top of that.
So things could be better.
He sighed and ran a hand through his short hair, and sipped his coffee. He needed a god damn miracle at this point, because he had no idea how to get himself out of this crisis. Pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, he looked around the quaint coffee shop and saw that a lot of people had left. Puzzled, he looked at the time and saw that it was almost 10 pm. He was so relieved that the cafe was open 24/7, since Kyungsoo still had a lot to write, and he needed this atmosphere.
The coffee shop had always been Kyungsoo's escape from reality, he didn't care how extremely cliche it was. There was something about sitting in a quiet room smelling of coffee beans, and the occasional clanking, conversation or laughter from a group of school girls who got to go home early.
It was relaxing, and Kyungsoo's only comfort at the moment.
As time went by, people left one by one-both customers and employees-until it was just Kyungsoo and the cashier.
When his cup went empty, Kyungsoo sighed and walked up to the counter to order another.
"Hello, how can I help you?" Kyungsoo hadn't realized earlier when he was deep in his schoolwork, but holy fucking shit this guy was hot. He had dyed blond, almost white, hair that even though it was slightly messy it looked amazing. His eyes were gorgeous, a warm brown with so much depth and emotion-Kyungsoo was left speechless. He could only think about how he looked himself-unstyled black hair and dark eyebags from the tiny amount of sleep he squeezed into his schedule when he wasn't studying.
"Um, I would like a large black coffee. Please," He spoke quietly, looking down instead of the other mans eyes, and he saw a nametag.
Jongin.
Jongin smiled at him and nodded.
"Your name?"
"Kyungsoo." He didn't really understand why he needed to tell him his name, since the coffee shop was empty, but how could he say no to those eyes?
"Is that all?"
"Yes." Jongin told him his total and Kyungsoo hurriedly fished out his wallet and handed over the correct amount. Kyungsoo didn't notice Jongin biting his lip to stifle a chuckle in amusement, and he walked over to his table yet again.
God damnit, it was torture to try to focus on writing essays in the middle of the night, so how was he supposed to focus when his cashier was an actual angel walking the earth, blinding people with his gorgeous smiles? He was a public menace. A public menace that served coffee, and probably helped old people cross the street.
