ONESHOTS

peach tea | myg

REUPLOAD

word count: 3k

recommended listening: face to face by ruel

premise: every morning you get a peach tea before work, until someone starts making the same order as you

pairing: yoongi x reader 

inspiration: my literal love for peach tea and cute boys lol

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Peach tea and coconut chunks: it's what you needed to get through the day.

Sure, a little coffee never hurt and occasionally a nutritious meal could come in handy, but it was those two staples that your body never went longer than twenty-four hours without.

Part of you had considered detoxing, and your roommate, Jen, always told you that your teeth would one day rot from the sugar, but you figured that we're all dying anyway, so who cares?

Ever since moving to the city, you had been on the hunt for the crème de la crème of your chosen beverage. Some were too sweet, most were too watery, but you had managed to stumble on an almost perfect blend just a few blocks from your work.

So, each morning, you left 15 minutes early just to beat the queues and get your tea in time for clocking in. It had become autonomous for you, part of your daily routine and you were sure that you must have spent more money there than anywhere else in the city.

Heeled boots clicking as you walked, the sweet scent of your peachy pick-me-up wafting through the air, everyone knew it was you when you got to the office. It had become a bit of a running joke that you should open up your own little cafe.

"Girl, you must have peach juice running through your veins at this point," your colleague, Ali, would laugh to you, despite the fact she exclusively drank diet coke like it was going out of fashion. You'd call her a hypocrite and then you'd gossip about what you had planned at the weekend, pretending to do work whenever your boss walked past.

You'd been so rushed off your feet yesterday, what with deadlines and meetings, that you hadn't had the chance to slip away to your safe haven, not even once. It meant that you'd woken up this morning with a headache, your addiction well and truly showing it's true colours.

This groggy mindset had cast a grey cloud over everything you did. Your shower just wouldn't hit the right temperature and you had run out of conditioner rendering your hair dry and lifeless. The clothes you had been intending on wearing had been sat on by your cat and were covered in long white hairs. Any other day and it wouldn't have been a problem, but you had used the last sheet on your lint roller just the day before.

It was little things, like your eyeliner being uneven or your bra strap not hooking in place, that took up your time and saw you rushing out the door later than usual, hitting the rush hour flurry.

"Fuck's sake," you groaned through your gritted teeth, annoyed at yourself and the world around you. It was just not your day.

Yet still, when you saw that little neon 'open' sign, you didn't stop your feet from moving in its direction. You were going to be late, but it was worth it.

Your body operated without so much as a second thought. The staff there knew your order, hell, they had even considered just having one ready to go for 8:45 every morning by this point. The big bosses, however, wanted their customer service scores to go up, so they greeted you and asked about your day before asking you for your order, even though they already had it written on the cup.