blumeraki(ao3)
Taehyung let out a low whistle as he shuffled between papers, "Damn, these are really something."
"But there's nothing special about them," Jeongguk huffed, slouching down in his chair. "They're kind of bland, empty."
"They're not!" Taehyung sputtered.
"They are," Jeongguk corrected with a sigh, "I need something 'dynamic', I need some color ."
"And I'm something dynamic?" Taehyung wiggled his eyebrows.
Or
Where art student Jeongguk needs to try something new for his showcase piece and that just so happens come in the form of a cute barista with an infuriating smile.
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If Kim Taehyung had to choose three things he hated most in the world, hearing his roommate sing along to Smash Mouth's All Star would rank first, second, and third.
"Jimin," he groaned as he padded into the kitchen, "it's seven in the fucking morning. Spare me."
"So much to do, so much to see– What you don't like this song?" Jimin laughed, amused.
Taehyung raised an eyebrow, pausing in his attempt to butter the piece of toast in front of him, "This song is playing on full volume and the sun has barely come up."
The blonde only hummed, "Namjoon called."
"Oh?" Taehyung frowned. "Why?"
"Jin can't make his shift and he needs you to cover for him at the shop."
"Shit," Taehyung hissed as he ran to the bathroom, breakfast promptly forgotten. Recently, The Magic Shop had been getting a lot of attention. Run by Kim Namjoon, a junior who was also majoring in photography and seemed to share his distaste for Mr. Warren, the café seemed to climb in popularity due to its whole hipster-grunge (Namjoon insisted it was an aesthetic ) appearance but mostly because college kids need their caffeine and its location was ideal. He had landed a job there with ease and was actually grateful for it, no matter how many times he threatened to quit because of the absolute harassment that was Jin's sense of humor.
"Jimin can you– where the fuck did I put my phone– tell Namjoon I'll be there in 10!"
"Hey now, you're a rock star–"
Thankfully there wasn't much traffic, and Taehyung got there in what he considered record time. Stumbling through the doors of the café, he barely had a moment to catch his breath before Namjoon was handing him an apron.
It was Sunday, and to say the establishment was packed would have been putting it lightly. The line stretched from the counter until people were practically blocking the door, and finding a place to sit was already a mess. The other employee, a girl in her sophomore year who looked like she'd rather be anywhere else, insisted on switching with Taehyung to manage the register. Though it was still early on in his shift, he would much rather be 'the guy behind the counter' than..well 'the guy being yelled at for not getting people their orders faster' (the latter just didn't have the same ring to it). Still, he pulled on a smile and took the list of orders from the kitchen before dancing from table to table.
A few familiar faces popped up here and there, some regulars at the café or others that knew Taehyung from class. Usually, he would stop and chat with them for a while, ever the social butterfly, but that wasn't really an option today. He rushed to and from the kitchens, calling out orders and "'I'll be right with you'"s every now and then.
