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meltwonu · 3 years

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| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 | [CHAPTER 17]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; camshow, intercrural sex, lots ‘o teasing, dirty talk/the absolute tiniest bit of degradation, some cum play/cum eating, seungcheol having a kink for thighs/thigh highs 😳😗 welcome to the weekend my bbys!! I hope yall are having a good day/night!! Also again, another inbox roundup tomorrow(also an updates post)!! 💕 Might be a regular thing for the next 4-ish weeks ‘cause I have been so busy this month 😭 and I can’t believe there’s only 3 more chapters of CB left!! 😭😭 some bangers on the way tho LMAO 🤣 As always, thank you so much for the love and support!!💕💕 Have a great rest of your weekend and enjoy ch 17![cheol voice] seventeen right here 😌💕🍒

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Seungcheol doubles over in laughter, tears blurring his vision as his laughs turn into quiet wheezes.

“God, this is so embarrassing.” Seokmin mutters; cheeks burning crimson when he glances over to Jeongguk who shrugs back. “Maybe I really should quit…”

Jeongguk scoffs jokingly, “Maybe you shouldn’t have lied. No offense, but all the staff here probably have at least seen her before and you just so happened to lie to her actual boyfriend. That’s honestly really lucky if you ask me! You should buy a lotto ticket!” Seokmin whines back, shifting on his heels as he watches Seungcheol start to wipe the tears away.

“Hyung, can you please take this Edible Arrangements I got you so I can go ask Namjoon-hyung to fire me?” This only causes Seungcheol to laugh harder and this time, Jeongguk can’t help the giggle that bubbles past his tightly pursed lips.

“Please!” Seokmin begs, shaking the basket of skewered fruit at the older male. “I heard the diner across down is still hiring, I can still save the rest of my dignity if I leave now!”

Seungcheol shakes his head, eyelashes wet with tears when he takes the gift from Seokmin’s hands to place it on the countertop of the concession stand. “Hate to break it to you but she works there and one of the staff is also one of her regulars so I think your best bet is workin’ here. Embarrassment and all.”

“So, okay… But you’re not mad?”

Jeongguk peels the cellophane off of the basketed fruit, looking to Seungcheol for permission before he takes a skewer. “Go ahead. And no, I’m not mad. If anything I should apologize too, I shouldn’t have let you keep lying when I already knew. But also, to be fair, we weren’t really… official ‘til recently.” Seungcheol shoots the younger male a sheepish smile; cheeks a pretty pink of their own. “And it’s kinda been nice meeting you guys too. It’s great to know you’re not all weirdos.”

Seokmin laughs lightly, breathing a sigh of relief. “Okay, cool, ‘cause this place pays really well and I’d hate to stop working here and you guys are a lot cooler than the coworkers I had before.” He rolls his eyes jokingly, leaning up against the countertop as he picks off a strawberry from the basket.

“Don’t even get me started on this coworker I had at the last place. His name was Mingyu, I think? Suuuuuch a kissass. I had to move to manning the register at all times just so I could avoid him pickin’ his nose in the backroom and then pretending like he was doin’ shit.”

“Hey, Seungcheol-hyung?”

Seokmin’s inquisitive voice has Seungcheol turning; setting the rollerskates in his hand down onto the bench. “Yeah?”

“Do you think it’s weird that we’re, like, watching your girlfriend?” He tilts his head in thought, eyes blinking up to the ceiling. “I don’t want to overstep or something if it’s weird, y’know? I’ve been thinking about what Jeongguk said earlier...”

Seungcheol grins back at him, eyes twinking. He’d also thought about that before too, when he first found out that Jeongguk had also watched your streams.

“I don’t really mind ‘cause at the end of the day, it’s you watching me fucking my girlfriend.”

“Well, I’m glad he took it… well?” You giggle, tugging the white thigh high up your leg.

Seungcheol pulls off his shirt as he sits on the edge of the bed; tossing the wrinkled material onto the floor as he laughs under his breath.

“He did give me an Edible Arrangements while I laughed so hard I cried. I think he’s learned his lesson.”

xcaliburDK: good news, i didnt quit!!

chwenon: i was gonna say

chwenon: u literally started like last week

universe_WZ has donated $75

angelhan has donated $75

therealchan99 has donated $50

therealchan99: u look rly pretty in ur white set!!!

“Aww, thank you! It’s one of my favorites~ And ‘xcaliburDK’, I’m glad you didn’t quit!” You wink at the camera, giggling softly in Seungcheol’s lap as he peppers kisses along your shoulder.

A shiver runs up your spine at his gentle touches and you easily melt under his soft kisses and roaming fingertips. He ghosts them across your breasts, teasing you through the thin lace as you mewl and squirm against his cock that’s pressed firm against your ass. “A-ah, S--Seungcheol…”

tangerine_kwan: she looks so happy now that she can call ur name out lol

alphagyu97: now i cant pretend its me tho

gentleman_josh95: i mean i guess but are u even built like him

alphagyu97: well

Your body slowly starts to fill with warmth; soft stuttered breaths falling from your lips when he drags his fingers down your torso until they play with the hem of your panties. “M-more… tease me m-more…” He grins against your shoulder; hooking a finger around the waistband of your panties and tugging it away from you before letting it snap against your skin.

“‘Cheol!” Whining, your legs snap shut on impulse as you feel a gush of wetness soaking into your panties.

“Ah, ah, ah, part those legs, princess. Don’t make me have to punish you.”

kitty_junjun: no thats what the shibari stream is for right? Right? 😩

artist8hao: is that really happening bc i want to see it

alphagyu97: u guys should do it and think of it as like a rebrand of the channel ykwim

hoshi_tiger_xx: jdfkjhf like a grand re-opening under new management

therealchan99: what is this, a restaurant?

chwenon: u guys should come up with a new channel name too or sth

Seungcheol manages to read off a few of their comments; committing some to memory knowing that your eyes were still sealed shut as you focused on his soft touches.

He drags his fingers down further, humming when he can already feel how wet you were getting. “Hmm~ Already soaked through your pretty panties, baby~” Your head rolls back against his shoulder, nodding gently as you start to grind against the fingers that he uses to press into your clothed, wet folds.

“F-feels good w-when you, ah, t-tease me…”

Unbeknownst to you, Seungcheol smirks, eyes twinkling at the camera. “You really like it, huh? When I just touch you gently like this. Not enough to get you off but just enough to get you soaking wet until you’re begging for my cock.” He pauses; pressing a soft kiss to your skin. “I wanna try something with you, pretty baby~”

You gulp as you raise your head from his shoulder and he retracts his hands from your body as you shift your body and slightly turn to the side to face him.

Seungcheol’s eyes are blown wide with lust and you can already feel his cock throbbing against your lower back as he smiles dreamily at you.

“I think you’ll like it too.”

A stuttered moan falls from your lips as Seungcheol’s cock slides past your tightly clasped, yet shaky, thighs.

“O-oh, ‘Cheol, this--this is…” The words die on your tongue as your head falls forward and Seungcheol is quick to reprimand you, just as he draws his hips back.

“Baby, I want you to watch yourself on the screen. I want you to see your cute face while I tease your pretty body.” He moans; thrusting between your wet thighs as your hazy eyes peer at the laptop’s screen. Your lips are swollen and your pupils are blown wide when you catch yourself and you can see the head of Seungcheol’s cock only just breaching past your clamped thighs when he thrusts forward.

You let out a guttural moan, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he alternates between thrusting between your thighs and letting his cock slide against your soaked, panty-clad mound.

He hadn’t bothered to undress you at all, but you didn’t mind. The material of your panties only added onto the pleasure with every drag of his cock against you.

Seungcheol teases you even more; dragging his hands down to your thigh highs and letting his fingertips play right underneath the hems before pulling the material away from your thighs and letting them snap against your skin, much like he’d done with your panties.

“Ah, fuck, m-more! P-please…” He repeats the action a few more times, playing with the sheer fabric of your thigh highs before he draws his hips back. Except this time, when you expect him to thrust back between your legs, he wraps a hand around his cock instead, guiding himself until the head of his cock is rubbing up against the sheer fabric.

“Fuck, you’d look so pretty with cum all over your pretty thighs. I should cum all over your panties and your white ‘lil thigh highs and get them all soaked. Don’t you think they’d be cute? Sticking to you like a second skin? Translucent ‘n soaked through with my cum?” He laughs under his breath, watching through the laptop screen at the way you bite your lip and furrow your brows at the thought.

“I--I want t-that… I want S--Seungcheol t-to make, ngh, a m-mess…”

angelhan: i kno we say this all the time but can u upload some pics of that later

angelhan has donated $75

universe_WZ: seconded cuz thatd look so fuckin hot

universe_WZ has donated $50

alphagyu97 has donated $75

alphagyu97: fuck, like a lil angel covered in cum

Seungcheol teases you and himself at the same time; rubbing his cock against your fabric-clad thighs. He spreads precum onto the material, licking his lips when it already becomes translucent and sticks to your skin.

He positions his cock back between your thighs once he’s had his fill and quickly finds himself doubling his pace when he sees how wet you’re getting his cock without even having taken your panties off. “God, look at you. I don’t even need to fuck you to get you this wet. You just need to rub your ‘lil cunt against my cock and it’s enough for you, huh? I should make you sit on my lap, rub your pretty ‘lil pussy on my cock ‘til you’re cumming over and over again.”

“Ngh, yes! Fuck, Seungcheol! I--I can feel your c-cock throbbing between my l-legs… Please, please c-cum, mmh, all over my s-skin…”

“That’s right, baby. So fuckin’ desperate to be covered in it too. And always so fuckin’ pretty when you are.”

You let out a whimper as you try to focus on watching yourself just like Seungcheol had asked you to. Your lips are parted in soft breaths and you can’t seem to unfurrow your brows as Seungcheol chases his pleasure behind you.

angelhan: what if

angelhan: seungcheol in thigh highs lmao

universe_WZ: sub.cheol

sleepy_wonu: sub.cheol

universe_WZ: jinx

sleepy_wonu: fuck u

You lick your lips at the thought; although you knew Seungcheol would have a hard time relinquishing his dominating nature.

But your mind wanders as you continue to think about it; various images of Seungcheol tied up underneath you while you fucked yourself on his cock running through your mind. You let out a shaky moan, to which Seungcheol hums.

“What are you thinkin’ about, princess?”

“Um… ah, n-nothing…” He thrusts between your legs hard, making you jolt forward as you yelp.

“Princess...”

“I--ah! J-just thinking a-about… y-you tied up, ngh, to--to the bed and m-me fuh--fucking myself on your c-cock… ‘n me u-using, mmh, my toys o-on you...” Seungcheol smirks, pulling his cock from between your shaky thighs as he slightly pushes you over until you're on your back.

He spreads your legs as you look up at him and he’s quick to wrap a hand around his cock as he jerks himself off above you. “Oh, I bet you’d love that, wouldn’t you? I bet you’d be so cute trying to be the domme for a night.” Seungcheol teases.

You find yourself clenching around emptiness as you think of the possibilities. You definitely wanted to try it if Seungcheol was willing.

“Fuck, but first, gonna cover your pretty body with my cum.” He groans; thrusting up into his palm as he chases his high.

“C-cum all over me, Seungcheol…”

The donations and comments sound off in the back as you maintain eye contact with Seungcheol who’s brows furrow when he starts to feel himself about to cum. He scoots back a little; growling when his cock throbs in his grasp and he cums all over your, already, soaked panties.

You let out a moan when rivulets of cum hit your lower abdomen and you’re quick to reach down and scoop some up to bring to your mouth, smearing the warm substance against your puckered lips before licking it off. Whimpering, you dip your fingers into your mouth; this time pretending they were Seungcheol’s instead of your own.

He guides his cock until the head is aimed at your thighs; streaks of cum settling into the sheer material of your thigh highs. “God, you’re so damn pretty...” Groaning, he milks his cock for every drop of cum before he’s stopping to catch his breath.

“You came so much but I didn’t cum yet, ‘Cheol~” Pouting, you turn your head to the side to face the camera. “Tell him he has to make me cum now~”

kitty_junjun: well u heard the lady!!

hoshi_tiger_xx: make her cum and let her cream her cute lil panties even more

therealchan99: oh fuck yeah, get her off without fucking her cute cunt

Seungcheol leans over your body until the two of you are almost face to face, eyes twinkling with playfulness when you feel his sticky hand playing with your thigh highs again.

“D’you hear that? Let’s give them what they want, baby.”

The sounds of donations and comments once again get lost as Seungcheol finds himself on his knees between your legs.

“Ready?”

When you slide into bed after your camshow’s ended and Seungcheol has properly taken care of you, he’s quick to tug you into his chest.

The two of you let out soft sighs at the warmth that envelopes you both as you finally start to settle in for the night.

After a few minutes, Seungcheol clears his throat, catching you just before you drift off to sleep.

“This is so random but have you considered, I dunno, rebranding your channel… with me? I was thinking about it and kinda wanted your opinion...”

You blink up curiously at him, urging him to continue. “I mean, yeah, of course! I don’t really know where to start though since it’s always just been me. And to be honest, I wasn’t sure if you wanted to either so I never brought it up.” You snuggle into his warmth, yawning as the sleep threatens to take over.

“But let’s talk about it later, ‘cause ‘m tired now, ‘Cheol. You really didn’t have to make me cum twice…” You mumble, “I can still feel my legs shaking...”

His soft laugh reverberates in your chest and he’s quick to press a kiss against your hair as he tugs you in closer.

“It’s ‘cause I like to spoil you. And okay. I’ll remind you when you’re more conscious.”

“G’night, ‘Cheol...”

“Goodnight, baby.”

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artificialqueens · 4 years

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Treat me how you want to be treated (branjie) - writworm42

N/A: Bc the only thing hotter than a stud is her high femme gf making her stud call her daddy. For Holtz, also thank you Holtz for beta-ing fdhsjfkhdsjk

Title from B.I.T.C.H. by Megan Thee Stallion

So far, Brooke and Vanessa’s anniversary couldn’t be going better. Vanessa had planned everything in advance to make sure of it, but still—she can’t help but be a little impressed with herself, because up until now, no plans that she’s ever tried to execute have ever unfolded so seamlessly.

She had gotten Brooke up early and driven her to the spa they’re spending their weekend at, a little place by a hot spring out in the countryside that Brooke had been absolutely overjoyed to see. They’d had lunch out on the terrace while watching birds fly and flowers rustling in the wind, and before a day full of pampering finishing off with a special three course dinner Vanessa had specially prepared a menu for, making sure all of Brooke’s favourites were on it. Brooke had loved it all, had gushed and giggled and kissed Vanessa excitedly at every new surprise she’d revealed for her.

But there’s still one more surprise that Vanessa hasn’t mentioned yet, and even though she practically drags Brooke back to their room after they’ve watched the moon rise higher and higher in the sky, she can’t help but feel as if it hasn’t come soon enough.

Call her selfish, but hey. It’s her anniversary, too.

Small raindrops have already started to scatter themselves on the window overlooking the spa grounds, the hot spring, the terrace where they’d eaten, and the sprawling trails for outdoor yoga and long mid-day walks. Vanessa had booked the room specifically for the view, and Brooke had absolutely loved it when they had come in to drop off their luggage earlier this morning. And thankfully, she still seems to love it just as much now as she joins Vanessa at the window, placing a hand up against the cool glass.

“I bet it’d be amazing to be in the hot spring when it’s raining.” Brooke sighs, watching as the raindrops against the window become fatter, faster, racing against each other in an ebb and flow that always results in them joining one mutual stream.

She doesn’t know why, but watching it makes Vanessa want to kiss Brooke even more.

She settles instead for walking to where Brooke is, wrapping her arms around her, getting up on her tiptoes to press her lips to the nape of Brooke’s neck.

“I think I have something even better than that for you, if you want.” Vanessa whispers, and Brooke shivers, making Vanessa’s heart swell with affection. “I want you to wait right here while I get you something, ‘kay, baby?”

Brooke doesn’t respond, only nods, swallows hard in a mix of excitement and nervousness, eager to find out what exactly Vanessa has planned. It’s cute, and Vanessa can’t risk stroking Brooke’s cheek, guiding her chin down to give her a soft, teasing kiss and a squeeze on the ass as a parting gift.

When Vanessa emerges again, Brooke is sitting patiently on the bed, hands fiddling on her lap as if she knows that if she doesn’t keep them busy, they’ll wind up getting her in a lot of trouble. Vanessa smirks a little as she slides onto the bed next to her girl, giggling when Brooke starts a little at her sudden presence.

“Aww, what’s wrong, angel? Were you thinkin’ about me while I was gone?” Vanessa drops the crinoline-wrapped package in Brooke’s eager hands that tear and dig through the paper with abandon until they finally reveal what the gift has in store.

“Looks like I’m not the only one with sex on the brain.” Brooke teases as she holds up the lingerie, red and lacy and barely-there, just the way Vanessa likes her dressed. Vanessa only shrugs, wraps her arms around Brooke’s waist and pulls her close.

“Sweetheart, you put sex on my mind since the moment I met you.” Vanessa mutters against Brooke’s lips, just close enough to graze with her own but not enough to fully close the distance, and when Brooke tries, a firm hand on her chest stops her.

“Put it on first, kitten. Go on, you know daddy doesn’t like to wait.”

Brooke raises an eyebrow, grabs Vanessa’s wrist and strokes it with her thumb as she clicks her tongue. “You’re so funny, thinking you call the shots.”

“We’ll see, baby girl. We’ll see.”

“Guess we will.”

Without any other word, Brooke saunters off to the bathroom to change, making sure Vanessa is watching her ass as she goes.

Brooke takes her sweet time getting out of the bathroom, a move that Vanessa intends to file away for later, hold against her in the form of swats on her ass and teeth against her collarbone. But all those plans fly out the window when Brooke finally reemerges, and Vanessa sees just what had been taking her so long.

Brooke is a vision in lace, her lips matching the deep scarlet of her lingerie and a pair of red stockings and garters framing her legs. Her hair is already tied back in a ponytail, a long strand of her locks twirly on the end of her finger as she walks back towards Vanessa, climbs onto her lap and guides her chin up to look her in the face.

“What’s wrong, daddy?” Brooke bats her eyes innocently, but the smile on her face betrays her scheming, her knowledge of exactly what’s going on, what she’s doing to Vanessa. “You seem a little distracted.”

“I wonder why.” Vanessa lets out a breathy laugh against Brooke’s skin, beginning to graze her lips along the line of Brooke’s neck.

“Oh?” Brooke laughs, grinds down a little harder, a little slower. “Do you like it when I dance for you, daddy? Makes you feel all nice?”

“ Fuck yeah.” Vanessa starts, beginning to move her hands up Brooke’s legs, over her thighs, towards her ass. But she doesn’t get anything else out, doesn’t get a chance to move her hands anywhere further along Brooke’s body; because Brooke grabs her hands, forcing her backwards and using her height and strength to pin Vanessa down on the bed and box her in to keep her there.

“You’re so easy.” Brooke purrs, her grip tightening when Vanessa squirms.

“I’m so getting you back for this.” Vanessa grunts, but the threat is half-assed; because fuck it, she can’t fight anymore, not when Brooke grinds down again, swallows Vanessa’s would-be protests with a searing kiss.

“Mhmmm.” Brooke smirks against Vanessa’s lips, and she can feel the taller woman’s waxy lipstick rubbing off on her own mouth, can taste the cigarettes she’s not to be smoking on her tongue when she licks along Vanessa’s bottom lip, pulls at it with her teeth. “We’ll see, kitten. We’ll see.”

Vanessa doesn’t respond, only whimpers. She can already feel wetness beginning to gather between her legs, arousal curling in her belly and making it hard to lie still. Brooke must notice, because she teases more, grabs a firm hold of Vanessa’s throat and deepens her kisses.

“My, my.” Brooke’s breath is hot against Vanessa’s skin, sending a shiver down the younger woman’s skin. “Tell me again, who was supposed to call the shots?”

Vanessa squirms more, the challenge only serving to increase the need burning between her legs.

“You’re so cute like this, sweetheart. Coming in here all big and bad, trying to act like you didn’t know you were gonna wind up under me. Didn’t hold up long, did it, huh?”

“I–” Vanessa gasps, but then Brooke is letting go of her neck, replacing her hand’s grip with soothing, sucking kisses, and her breath catches in her throat.

“Speak up, darling. Who’s in charge?”

“You are.” Vanessa whimpers as Brooke presses a knee between her legs, adding pressure where Vanessa needs it most.

“I am, what?” Brooke challenges with more pressure up against Vanessa’s cunt and a sharp nip at her collarbone.

Vanessa’s cheeks burn with shame and embarrassment, but she has to say it, fuck, she wants to say it, if it’ll keep this going. “ Daddy .”

“There we go, much better.” Brooke laughs. “That wasn’t so hard, was it, baby?”

Vanessa shakes her head, grinds down on Brooke’s knee, and thankfully, Brooke lets her, beaming as she watches Vanessa slowly lose her grip.

“So desperate for me, I love it.” Brooke traces along the waistband of Vanessa’s shorts, pulls at the hem of her t-shirt. “But I think you’re wearing too much, don’t you, angel? How ‘bout we get you out of all this, get you nice and ready for daddy?”

Vanessa swallows hard, her mouth going dry as Brooke gets ahead of herself, goes from teasing to pulling, slowly stripping Vanessa as if she already knows the answer to her own question, because she does.

“ Please , daddy. Please.”

Brooke doesn’t take off Vanessa’s shirt–she knows Vanessa wouldn’t want it, that it would bring her just a hair too much out of her comfort zone. Instead, she focuses on Vanessa’s lower half, pulling off her shorts and throwing them somewhere in the room. Vanessa’s boxers follow suit, and then she’s laying bare, vulnerable, open and exposed for Brooke to play with.

“Such a pretty little pussy.” Brooke muses, running two fingers up Vanessa’s slit, rubbing around her folds. “All pink and swollen for me…”

“Daddy, please—“ Vanessa starts to beg again, but her plea is cut off by a gasp as Brooke finally moves to her throbbing clit.

Brooke is merciless, she always has been - once she starts going at Vanessa’s clit, it’s almost as if she’s in a trance, focused purely on Vanessa’s gasps, her moans, every little buck of her hips or curl of her toes as Brooke goes faster, presses harder, encourages her more and more.

“That’s it, baby, you’re doing so good, keep moaning for me, keep making those pretty little noises. God, you’re so fucking sexy, fuck , kitten, that’s it…”

“Please,” Vanessa sobs, cutting through the adrenaline and arousal before she loses herself completely, “Please Brooke, please daddy, I need to come, I need to come, please let me come—“

“Come for me, angel. You’ve earned it.”

Vanessa doesn’t think when she comes, barely even feels—all she knows is she’s overwhelmed, a mess of pleasure and excitement and pride as Brooke whispers praises against her neck, rubs her through her orgasm to bring her down gently.

“ Fuck. ” Vanessa laughs, her breath ragged. “I think that’s the best one you’ve ever given me.”

“Glad to hear it.” Brooke giggles, moving up to hold Vanessa close, and lies down next to her and strokes her hair as she catches her breath.

“You don’t want me to return the favour or anything?” Vanessa looks up at Brooke after a moment, watching as the blonde winks, grins widely.

“Oh, I do. But let’s rest for a moment first, huh? We got all night to play, might as well cuddle a bit, too.”

Brooke has a point, and far be it from Vanessa to resist being cradled in Brooke’s arms, nuzzling against her chest.

“Happy anniversary, baby.” Brooke whispers softly, kissing the top of Vanessa’s head, and Vanessa swears she can hear Brooke’s heart speed up a little when she sighs out contentedly, snuggles in a little more.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” Vanessa mutters, hugging Brooke tight and pressing a soft kiss onto her skin, heart soaring when Brooke’s heartbeat speeds up again.

“I love you, too.”

#rpdr fanfiction #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #branjie #lesbian au #smut #writworm42 #tw daddy kink

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red1ight · 4 years

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i want to write some things down abt the dreamcatcher concert!! Mostly bc my memory is shit and I want to be able to look back somewhere to actually remember lol so here are just some thoughts that are really all over the place

ok first of all. how does jiu hold all that love in her eyes like that???

their live vocals!!!!

i was so impressed by yoohyeon’s vocals like no surprise but still her voice!! hearing it live in the same room?? amazing

when the show started sua kept trying to get us to make these weird noises with her and she was trying to time it in such a weird way lkajsdflkja

sua kept just like screaming into the mic i mean what else could i have expected

she said insomnias were cute and she wanted to put us in her pocket 🥺

siyeon’s overdose was. really amazing live

she kept doing this thing where she was like trying to mess up her bangs to be sexy lmao it worked

Yoohyeon said she watched lots of movies that took place in NY and she always noticed the stream coming out from the ground and so she said when she went yesterday (for the first time?) she saw the steam in real life and she was like oh!!! awesomel! adjsjhnh lmao she sees how nasty the city is irl and she’s like how cool! only yoohyeon lov her

Someone brought a LIFE SIZE handong cut out and they kept it on stage the whole show

their voices were all so strong and clear it was amazing

7 rings..💀 that is all

except it’s not all lol after the unit stages sua was insisting that every member do That Part of the 7 rings choreo I don’t know why dhakdh like ma’am WHO asked anyway she like reallllly grinded up on jiu 🙈 siyeon was like that meme ‘i am looking away’

sua like?? grabbed jiu under her arm or something and siyeon covered her eyes walked off stage and sua had to pull her back on lmao

jisu tried to get siyeon and gahyeon to do 7 rings and gahyeon was really like 🙅🏼‍♀️🙅🏼‍♀️🙅🏼‍♀️and so they settled on if you dont want to do it you don’t have to

in conclusion this part of the concert was just the bora agenda i guess lmao

Yoohyeon said she wanted to be closer to Sua for the 7 rings choreo and sua was like ???¿?? And she said yoohyeon’s acting weird I’ve never seen her this aggressive or something like that lol then they did the closer “original” version of the 7 rings choreo and idk what happened really bc I couldn’t see :( but I think she like grabbed sua or something and sua was shocked and yoohyeon was like it’s because of what sua did at the last show lmao anyway yh ran away before bora could kill her on stage

they talked about the time square billboard which was so sweet they showed the photo they took on the big screen and then they tried to recreate it

during the singji part of you and i in the bridge siyeon ducked when jiu went to hug her lol

i think the most fun i had was when we were all doing the fanchants!! it was really soo fun like i can’t express and they were really loud! at least in my section they were i hope the girls could hear

especially during deja vu piri and you and i :)))

seeing piri live what a rush

everyone got really hyped for all of dami’s rap parts that was fun

dami’s voice during polaris 😌 so nice

there was just so much love there!! between the girls and the fans

Gahyeon cried towards the end 😥 and we all started chanting gahyeon! gahyeon! And she hid behind yoohyeon and the handong cut out :’o

wake up and mayday were so fun we were all jumping so much

at the beginning of mayday with that piano part sua was playing the piano on gahyeon’s back

the way jiu just absolutely jams during mayday

i was so taken by gahyeon’s stage presence the whole show like her dancing really just stood out to me

at the very end when they were saying goodbye they were saying how it was their last stop of their first american tour and everybody cheered and then a section near me tried to start a usa! usa! chant and me and this girl next to me just looked at each other like....... lmao no absolutely not and thankfully the cheer didnt take off haha

but so the less fun part was the veerrrrry beginning like before we went in. whoever was running the venue messed up the lines and stuff. i mean none of that stuff ever goes according to plan it’s pretty rare that it goes smoothly at least in my experience but i got there at like 5:30 and was waiting outside in the cold until after 7 D: it was freezing but i was also dumb and wore not the warmest clothes for a 36 degree day 🤦 lmao but so the show started before everyone got let in :( i dont really know how that happened i guess there must have been a miscommunication but i missed the intro and fly high :(( luckily i got in there to see the very very end of fly high but there had to be at least like 150 people behind me and the line was still outside around the block :( so that was kind of sad i felt bad for those people i wonder when they finally got in

i got T3 but somehow ended up at the way back because idk they kept moving the lines around and i think they got us mixed up at some point but yeah im not short short but im not tall either so it was hard for me to see for the most part

but yeah! i dont really like to focus on the negative everybody worked hard im just glad i got to see dc! i had a good time :)

#might add some more things as i remember them #idk what to tag this as so that i'll find it again #but also not have it show up in any tags #dc concert #?#yikes i need to go to bed i have to be up in like 4 hours 😶

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* — stats — shawn rhodes !

* — basics !

full name: shawn rhodes. nickname(s): none. age: twenty - one. date of birth: march twenty - third. place of birth: dayton, ohio. gender: male. pronouns: he / him. sexual orientation: bisexual. level of education: high school graduate.

* — physical !

tattoos: none. piercings: he’s let go of his ear piercings and his lip ring. he’s just grown that’s all. notable features: i think his curly hair is Cute. he also tries to keep some kind of Facial Hair at all times so he doesn’t look like a Tween. weakness(es): no spine. scar(s): two surgical scars on his chest. a long scar on the side of his thigh, starting at his hip.

* — domestic !

occupation: yeah he’s shawn from target now. residence: in carina, he stayed in a cheap motel in the delphinus heights area. in phoenix, i think we decided he, aubrie, and piper all share a place. social class: lower middle case. parents: whitney chapman, age 43, shawn’s mother and only discernible family for most of his life. she’s not the best mom, but she isn’t the worst either. bastard Rhodes is his dad, who was in and out of his life until he graduated high school and then got Dropped. siblings: i mean frankly. who knows how many siblings they actually have. the only siblings he’s aware of are the carina rhodes trio. extended family: his mom was decently close to her older sister, they’d crash with her every now and then when they were between places.

* — personality !

positive traits: dependable. enthusiastic. plucky. negative traits: impetuous. mercurial. reticent. myers-briggs ( x ): isfj; the defender. temperament: phlegmatic. moral alignment: neutral good. horoscope: aries, the ram. hogwarts house: slytherin.

* — favorites !

movie: the cabin in the woods. tv show: the office. book: it. drink: apple cider. food: he will kill and die for that good cincinnati style chili. animal: dogs. color: red. song: don’t look back in anger by oasis. artist: cage the elephant. celebrity crush: zoe saldana.

* — impressions !

first impression: he doesn’t make a strong first impression, if only out of self defense. he’s always been the type to look to blend in, and part of that is being just nice and inoffensive enough to fly under most people’s radar. self impression: shawn does genuinely think he deserves better ( and that maybe for once he’s finally getting it ). he thinks he’s a good person who’s been beat down, and yeah he borders on having a victim complex but. lover impression: yeah he gets nervous on dates he simply doesn’t have the confidence to not. but in an established relationship he really just Loves the idea of having someone to rely on and someone who can rely on him like he didn’t get that in his family and Revels in getting to have it now.

* — et cetera !

turn ons: short people. confidence. familiarity ( if that’s not a psycho thing to say ). turn offs: aggression. gossips. smokers. drink/drugs/smoke: yes/no/no. dominant hand: right. clean or messy: clean. early bird or night owl: night owl. hobbies or special talents: he’s gotten pretty good with computer stuff since piper has Enlisted him. he’s musically inclined but he doesn’t really want to do anything with it.

* — QUESTIONNAIRE !

01. where was your character born? what brought them to carina/phoenix? what do they like most about the town?

shawn was born in dayton, ohio, but he never really put down roots there. his mom moved him around a lot, so while it’s technically his hometown, he doesn’t really have a super strong connection to it. he came to carina to meet up with the rest of the Rhodes clan. he moved to phoenix for a Few reasons, the main one being piper’s manic roadtrip, the fact that as much as ohio sucked north carolina just Hates queer folx, and also just bc he lives for travel and shaking things up. he likes the people the most at this point, getting to blend aubrie in with his siblings really is a Dream Come True

02. who are your character’s friends and family? who do they surround themselves with? who are the people your character is closest to?

shawn’s family is his friends. he really only had his mom to speak of for a lot of his life, and their relationship is Fine but not the Best. he’s considered aubrie family for a minute now, just because he’s one of few people who’s been there for him when he’s needed it. he mostly surrounds himself now with his newfound siblings and the people they know as he tries to get acclimated to that.

03. what is your character’s biggest fear? who have they told this to? who would they never tell this to? why?

shawn fears instability. the big reason he doesn’t like resent or blame his mom for how rocky their situation was when he was growing up is because he knows she hated it as much as she did. he watched how she kinda wrecked her shit by caring too much and he worries he’s gonna go down the same path. he strives to have some kind of really boring domestic life one day, but he already knows he gets antsy staying in one place too long so like maybe its already too late. he’d probably talk to aubrie about this but he’s not ready to dump everything on say piper yet even if he knows all her business.

04. has your character ever been in love? had a broken heart?

not really 2 either. he didn’t stick around any high school long enough to Really Date, and once he graduated and moved out he met aubrie and while he didnt have an all consuming Thing for her at the start, once he realized he did he stopped dating and started Pining baby

06. it’s saturday at noon. what is your character doing? give details.

working probably. gotta stay on that grind. if he’s not at work working, he’s probably helping piper film or edit or whatever she has to delegate to him. and if for some Miraculous reason he doesn’t have to do either of those things, he’s chilling with aubrie or goofing off on his own. he’s interested in music and likes to hang out around record stores or just stream something Solid and stare at the ceiling its how he Centers himself.

07. what is one strong memory that has stuck with your character since childhood?

he has a lot of Negative ones but. i like to be happy. he vividly remembers going to see Batman Begins in theaters. his dad was in and out of his life, but it was one of the times he was in and staying with him and his mom. they made a whole little day out of going to the movies and lunch before and then all went home together and it was just a nice little day where their dads Dumbassery didn’t ruin everything.

09. what is something that upsets your character? where do they go when they’re upset?

shawn is Upset when he feels like he doesn’t control a situation or when he feels Lonely jsut general things ig that make everyone sad. when he’s upset, he likes to have his space and go to his room and just be in a space where he Is in control and feels like a Human

10. when your character thinks of their childhood kitchen, what smell do they associate with it? why?

his mom was big into making candies and stuff as gifts and goodies for people in her life. because they’re from ohio peanut-butter buckeyes were a Staple in any candy mix so that whole peanut butter and chocolate situation is Nostalgic to him.

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bangtaninink · 6 years

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Hi Ary! This is going to be a long text but if you ever get inspired to write about barista!yoongi, do you think you could write one about him working in a hospital cafe, and always seeing med student/intern!OC with her team after ward rounds (because everyone in the hospital gets coffee after ward rounds), and he thinks she's really pretty but she always looks so serious when she's with her team?? but basically if you write this it will end me (no pressure love u) - whitecoat anon

Bit of background to my request - i’m a med student, just started working in the hospital and i always see the same baristas every morning after we finish ward rounds and head down to grab coffee! just thought it’d be really really cute (not that i have a crush on the baristas or anything but it’s just nice b/c they know everyone’s orders even if you’ve been on the team for like 2 days??) ok soz i will leave now, as always your writing is amazing and you are talented as FFF - whitecoat anon

Doctor, doctor (gimme the news)

a/n: this is super late, i’m sorry. but also, i loved this idea??? bc it’s kinda relatable (but not, bc i’m not a med student -- god do i wish though). all the best with your studies though, whitecoat anon!! (that’s the cutest sign off name ever though. bless.) ♡

“Incoming.”

Yoongi glances up from the magazine in his hands to watch a stream of people walk in, chattering amongst themselves as they all take their seats at the biggest table in the cafe.

“Must be the new interns Seokjin hyung was telling me about,” Namjoon says, smiling politely to the few that look in his direction.

“Interns?” Jeongguk asks.

“They’re like… doctors in training.”

“Ooh.”

“There’re so many of them,” Yoongi mumbles, looking on with awe. “Didn’t realise we had so many nerds in the country.”

“Careful,” Namjoon chuckles. “These people could save your life one day. Alright. Let’s look alive. Looks like they’ll be ordering in a bit.”

Jeongguk finishes arranging the display cabinet with the fresh batch of cakes and baked goods while Yoongi puts away his magazine, taking over from Namjoon who’s busy trying to rip open a new bag of coffee beans to refill the machine with. Namjoon smiles sheepishly, giving Yoongi a gentle pat on the shoulder before walking to the storeroom to grab a box of new paper cups and lids.

It’s an unspoken arrangement, the way Jeongguk automatically mans the register while Yoongi stays behind the espresso machine, grinding and pouring as needed, Namjoon staying clear away from any kind of service, lest his hands accidentally spill or drop anything ordered. It’s the way Yoongi likes it though, preferring Jeongguk to engage in the small talk with that boyish charm and charismatic smile of his, the younger being the best candidate to pull the staff away from the gruelling reality of hospital life, even for just a minute. Yoongi wholeheartedly believes that Jeongguk is the best kind of distraction that this cafe can offer this hospital, and has caught the younger venturing off to the paediatric ward on his lunch breaks to play with the children on multiple occasions already.

“_____?” Yoongi calls out, sliding the next coffee forward. You look up from the folder in your hand when your name is called, walking up to the counter. “Flat white with… two sugars…”

You tilt your head a little when the barista’s voice seems to trail off, but smile anyway and thank him, grabbing your coffee and walking back to the table to join the rest of your group.

Yoongi doesn’t even realise he’s staring because no one’s there to bring his attention back to coffee. He can hear a distant no, I’m not here for coffee. I just wanted to come and talk to you because you looked cute in your apron somewhere off to the side, but pays no mind to it, and misses the way a slight flush of pink colours Jeongguk’s cheeks at some intern’s persistent flirting.

(He later hears said intern’s name is Kim Taehyung, and Jeongguk is already head over heels for the aspiring paediatrician.)

But it’s the sound of toppling boxes that drags him back to reality and forces his attention to the back where Namjoon emerges from the storeroom, clipboard in hand as he shakes sugar out of his hair.

Four coffees and a hot chocolate later, Yoongi still can’t take his eyes away from you, sitting quietly at the end of the table, writing and sipping while the rest of the interns are deep in discussion. He wipes the steam nozzle with a damp cloth with barely a second thought, peering in between two stacks of coffee cups to watch you turn to the intern beside you, pointing down at the paperwork in front of you.

“Hyung, can I have a coffee?” Jeongguk asks, wiping his hands on his apron. Yoongi doesn’t respond, and just keeps on wiping the steam nozzle distractedly. “Hyung. Hyung.”

“What, Jeongguk?” Yoongi asks, clicking his tongue when the younger shakes his arm.

“I said, can I have a coffee?”

“Oh. Yeah, sure.”

With furrowed eyebrows, Jeongguk watches Yoongi get back into his usual routine of tampering down ground coffee beans and frothing up milk with his usual expressionless face, but working long enough at the cafe has meant Jeongguk is a little better at reading the elder’s behaviour.

“What’s up, hyung?” he asks. “Something wrong?” Yoongi shakes his head, shrugging. “You seem… distracted.”

“Do I?” Yoongi returns, nonchalant as he hands Jeongguk his coffee. “Maybe I need a coffee too.” Jeongguk shrugs.

“Yeah, maybe.” Yoongi’s back to wiping the steam nozzle when the younger leans against the counter, drinking. “So, hey. The new interns seem pretty cool.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. They’re a lot nicer than all the other staff that come in.”

“That’s because they’re still clueless to the horrors of a hospital, Guk-ah,” Yoongi chuckles, putting the cloth down and following suit, resting his hip against the counter, arms crossed over his chest.

“No, I don’t mean like that. I mean they’re just… nicer.”

Yoongi narrows his eyes, suspicious, and looks over his shoulder at the table of interns before turning his attention back to Jeongguk.

“Don’t tell me you like one of them already.” Jeongguk sputters and puts his coffee down, straightening up as Yoongi watches with amusement.

“What’re you— I— I don’t like like him!”

“Yet,” Yoongi adds with another chuckle.

“I was just intrigued because he works in the paediatric ward, okay?” Yoongi nods slowly, looking smug.

“Which one?”

“The one next to the girl at the end. The one with the pinky-red hair.”

The both of them glance over the espresso machine at the interns, eyes drawn to the head of hair almost immediately. Yoongi lets out an unassuming hum, resisting the urge to shift his eyes to the intern beside him — you.

“The kids must love that hair,” Yoongi comments.

“Yeah. He said a couple of the girls braided his hair the other day and it took him and his friend _____ an hour to untangle it all,” Jeongguk replies, chuckling. Yoongi tries not to perk up too obviously at the sound of your name.

“_____?”

“Yeah, the girl next to him. They’re, like, childhood best friends or something. I think Taehyung — that’s the guy with the hair — said they met in the church choir or whatever.”

“What, she sings?”

“No, she’s their pianist. Like, a lowkey prodigy.” (Yoongi tries to keep his face as straight as possible after hearing this.)

“You got all this information in a two-minute conversation?” Yoongi asks, arching an eyebrow; Jeongguk shrugs, picking up his coffee again.

“He’s pretty much an open book.”

“The barista keeps looking at you.”

You’re halfway through your paperwork when Taehyung leans over to whisper in your ear, chuckling lowly when you look at him with confusion.

“The barista,” he repeats, nodding his head towards the front of the cafe. “He’s been sneaking glances through those paper cups for the last ten minutes.”

You lift your head and look forward, past the shoulder of the intern in front of you to where the barista is standing, talking to the cashier and who you’re assuming is the manager. You watch the barista ruffle his hair; it’s just a few shades lighter than Taehyung’s, and definitely not as bright.

“Why would he be looking at me?” you ask.

“Well, I dunno, hot stuff,” Taehyung laughs. “Maybe he was surprised by your weird coffee order.”

“Pfft. What’s weird about a flat white? If anyone has a weird coffee order, it’s you, Mr. Mocha-With-Caramel-Syrup-And-One-Sugar. How can you even drink that and not be a diabetic?”

“Great genetics, I guess,” he replies, shrugging. “But seriously. He keeps looking at you.”

“Maybe he’s looking at you and your hair.”

“No, he’s definitely looking at you. Jeongguk’s the one looking at me.”

“Who’s Jeongguk?”

“The cutie at the register.” You watch as Taehyung sighs wistfully, leaning forward and cradling his chin in his hand. “I’d love to tap that.”

(You consider it small miracle that you hadn’t decided to take a sip then. You would’ve definitely spat it out all over your work.)

“Taehyung, please,” you groan.

“Just telling the truth. I’m under Hippocratic Oath, you know.”

“How the hell are those two things related?” you say, trying desperately not to burst out laughing.

“No idea, but I know that I’m gonna get a piece of that cute-ass cashier. Mark my words.”

Rolling your eyes, you shake your head and turn your attention back to the paperwork in front of you. Taehyung, however, seems to have other plans.

“_____. Let me borrow some money.”

“What now?” you groan.

“Well I need a reason to go back to the counter now, don’t I?”

“Hello again,” Jeongguk says, smiling amusedly. “Did you change your mind about the coffee?”

“Nope. I just missed you,” Taehyung replies, leaning against the counter. Jeongguk chuckles quietly, while Yoongi rolls his eyes from the other end.

“Can I get you something, Taehyung-sshi?”

“I’ll take a slice of the chocolate brownie and your phone number, thank you.” As he passes by, Namjoon whistles and laughs.

“Smooth,” he comments, walking back around the counter to disappear, once again, in the storeroom. Shaking his head and smiling, Jeongguk reaches for a pair of tongs and opens up the display cabinet.

“Hey, Jeongguk. What’s the barista’s name?” Taehyung asks.

“Hmm? Oh. That’s Yoongi hyung.”

Hearing his name, Yoongi looks up and turns to where Taehyung stands, pen still poised over his clipboard.

“Kim Taehyung, aspiring paediatrician,” Taehyung says, holding out his hand with a smile. Yoongi tucks his pen behind his ear and reaches out to shake his hand.

“Uh, Min Yoongi, barista and, uh… aspiring musician?” he replies.

“Ooh. Musician. How ‘bout you, Jeongguk? What’re you aspiring to be?”

“I…” Jeongguk straightens up, holding a brownie slice in between the tongs. “Have absolutely no goddamn clue.”

Yoongi snorts. Taehyung laughs.

“So. Min Yoongi. You taken?” Both Jeongguk and Yoongi freeze at Taehyung’s abruptness. “I’m asking for a friend. Don’t worry.”

“Um… no?” Yoongi replies.

“You don’t sound so sure about that.” Yoongi clears his throat.

“Uh, no,” he repeats, careful not to inflect the end of his sentence. “No, I’m… not taken.”

“Interesting.” He’s not really sure why, but Yoongi feels nervous watching Taehyung’s eyes narrow a little as he nods his head. “Good to know. Anyway. What do I owe you, Jeongguk?”

“On the house,” Jeongguk declares. “Just… don’t tell Namjoon hyung.”

“You sure?” Jeongguk nods. “Well, thanks. _____’ll be glad to know she just saved some money.” Yoongi resists the urge to ask more at the mention of you, and just goes back to conducting inventory. Taehyung turns on his heels to leave.

“Wait!”

“Hmm?”

Frantic, Jeongguk looks around, grabbing a napkin and plucking the pen from Yoongi’s hand without warning.

“Here,” he says, holding the napkin out to Taehyung. Taehyung takes it, looks down at the black ink starting to bleed through, and grins.

As Taehyung walks back to the table, Yoongi pulls the pen out of Jeongguk’s hand, annoyed at the giddy look on the younger’s face.

“That brownie’s coming out of your pay, you brat.”

(“Good news,” Taehyung announces, dropping himself into the chair next to you. “The barista is single.”

It takes you a moment to register his words, but when it sinks it, you drop your pen, mortified.

“Taehyung. You didn’t.”

“His name is Min Yoongi and he’s a barista-slash-aspiring-musician. Brownie?”)

“Hey.” You put your folders down onto the counter, reaching into your pocket in search of money.

“Morning, _____,” Yoongi says, flashing you a little smile. “Uh, on your own today?”

“The rest of the group’re on their way. I think all my time in A&E has made me a little too quick on my feet. Taehyung had, like, three kids clinging to his legs when I passed by Paediatric too.”

Yoongi chuckles softly.

“You’re A&E?”

“Yup.”

“So you’ve probably got some crazy shifts, huh,” he says.

“Yeah. Everyone thinks I’m crazy for willingly choosing that department, when you’ve got wards like Maternity and Paediatric, but… I dunno. I guess I just live for a shit ton of work and adrenaline being piled onto me.” You smile when Yoongi snorts and shakes his head.

“You probably don’t get much time off then, huh. Compared to the other interns, I mean,” he says. “A&E’s probably a lot more demanding than, like, Palliative Care and stuff.”

“Yeah, me and the couple of guys wanting to get into surgery probably have it the worst,” you reply. “I mean, don’t get me wrong. We’re all suffering. Hospital internships are no joke. But I think I’m allowed to say I suffer just that little bit more.”

“I guess that’s why you always look so serious all the time.”

“What do you mean?”

“Every time you come in here with the other interns, you’re nose is always, like, buried in paperwork, while… what’s his name… Taehyung? Taehyung seems to be having the time of his life flirting with our cashier, Jeongguk.”

With a hint of a grin on your lips, you lean forward and prop your elbow up on the counter, chin resting on your fist.

“Oh, so Taehyung was right. You have been sneaking glances over at me.” You watch Yoongi’s expression drop, mortified as he struggles to find a reply.

“Wh— n-no, I— that’s not—” he stammers, looking left and right and in every direction that isn’t right at you. Your shoulders begin to shake as you desperately try to hold back your laughter and fail, fist pressed to your lips in an attempt to muffle the sound. Yoongi’s cheeks flush a soft shade of pink. “Wait. T-that’s not what I meant.”

“It’s fine,” you say, reassuring him with a dismissive wave of your hand. “It’s good to know you’re not repelled by Resting Bitch Face.”

Dragging a hand down his face, Yoongi groans quietly.

“So fucking embarrassing. I’ve been hanging around Jeongguk and Namjoon too long.”

The last of your laughter trails off when your pocket starts to beep, and you pull your pager out just as a stream of interns begins to pour into the cafe, Taehyung and his disheveled hair included.

“You’d think, in this day and age, that pagers would be relics by now,” you say, studying the message on the little display before dropping it back into your pocket. “I’d love to stay and chat, but duty calls.”

“Right,” Yoongi says, trying not to sound disappointed.

“I’ll just take my coffee to go, if that’s okay. Flat white, two sugars?”

“No problem.”

You leave your money on the counter as Yoongi walks to the end of the counter to the espresso machine, quick to make your coffee, knowing you need to leave. It’s as if you’ve just managed to pick your folders back up again when he’s back in front of you, holding your cup of coffee out towards you. You thank him and turn to walk out.

“_____, wait!” Yoongi calls out. You turn to look over your shoulder, mid-sip. “Your change.”

“Keep it,” you say, chuckling. “Consider it an incentive.” His eyebrows furrow with confusion.

“Incentive… for what?”

“To continue being unaffected by my RBF. Catch you later.”

“Aha. Busted.”

Yoongi swivels around, almost spitting out a mouthful of coffee as he looks at you, leaning against the front counter with a cheeky smile. He chuckles airily through his nose, putting his mug down as he swallows, wiping his hands on his apron.

“Jesus. I nearly choked just now,” he says, shaking his head as he grabs a paper cup — the largest size — ready to start on your coffee.

“That’s alright. I’m trained, remember?” you reply.

“Lucky me. The usual? Flat white, two sugars, right?”

“You remembered.” The abrasive hum of the grinder fills the air, the scent of freshly ground coffee pleasantly filling your nose. You sigh with contentment. “Maybe I should just hang out here for the rest of my internship. Coffee smells a lot better than disinfectant and hand sanitiser.” Yoongi chuckles, not looking up from the jug of milk in his hand, the whistle and hiss of the steam nozzle almost drowning out any other sound in the cafe.

“So. How were your rounds this morning?” he asks. “Any gruesome stories to tell me today?”

“No, unfortunately,” you reply with an exaggerated sigh. “An earlier shift means that more than half of the guys in my ward were still dead asleep when I got to their beds.”

“Not sure ‘dead’ is the best word to use when describing hospital patients, _____.” Yoongi glances up at you briefly, milk ready and poised to be poured into your cup; you look back at him, mortified.

“Shit.” You drag a hand down your face with a groan as he puts everything down, too busy laughing to concentrate on pouring properly. Behind you, the rest of the interns at your table look in your direction, interest piqued by the sudden raucous and the sight of you leaning over the counter to punch Yoongi in the arm. “Shut up. It was a figure of speech.”

“Yeah,” he says, wiping away the tears starting to form in his eyes with the pad of his thumb before getting back to work. “Probably the worst figure of speech someone in your position could use.”

“Shut up.”

The back storeroom door opens, and Jeongguk steps out, a giant cardboard box in his hands.

“Oh. Hey. I thought I heard you,” he says, smiling as he drops the box onto the back counter.

“Morning, Jeongguk. Feel free to not divulge any details about your date with Taehyung last night. I’m pretty sure I’ve heard it all already. Twice.” Jeongguk laughs.

“Seokjin hyung told me about that emergency tracheotomy you did the other night. Nice work.”

“Oh yeah. That was a real adrenaline rush. I’ve never been more terrified of screwing up in my life. But he got moved from the ICU to general recovery a couple days ago so that’s a plus.”

Yoongi whistles appreciatively as he finishes securing the plastic lid over your coffee cup, saying, “impressive shit there, almost-doc.”

“Thanks,” you chuckle, sliding over your money. “See you guys around.”

It’s just the sound of the register opening and shutting as Yoongi counts your money out (more out of habit than distrust at this point) and slides it into the till for a while, until Jeongguk decides to stop unpacking the new box of coffee cups to lean over and whisper in the elder’s ear.

“Asked her out yet, hyung?” he asks, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Surprised, Yoongi turns his head towards the younger.

“What are you, nuts? I’m not gonna ask _____ out, you brat,” Yoongi hisses.

“Why not? You obviously like her.”

“I do not.”

“You so do,” Jeongguk argues, throwing his head back with hearty laughter. “It’s written all over your face, hyung. Don’t think I don’t notice the way you always say yes to Namjoon hyung every time he asks if you can do the morning shift these days.”

“Taking the morning shift means I have the rest of the day to do shit.”

Jeongguk hums, unconvinced.

“Not because _____ noona just happens to work the overnight and morning shifts.”

“No. And since when have you gotten close enough to _____ that you can start calling her noona?”

“Taehyung hyung said I could. But, fine. Whatever you say, hyung. Where do you want these to go?”

It’s routine by this point, the way you head straight to the cafe as soon as your rounds are done, not caring if you’re joined by the rest of the interns or not.

“Morni— woah.”

Yoongi raises his eyebrows, watching as you tiredly drop the pile of paperwork in your arms down onto the counter, sighing and running your fingers through your hair.

“Hey,” you mumble.

“You okay?” he asks, slowly reaching for a paper cup, making sure not to take his eyes away from you. You shrug in reply, leaning forward to rest your elbows on the front counter, hanging your head down as he gets to work on making your coffee.

Behind the espresso machine, Yoongi casts you worried glances, not used to seeing you so sullen and quiet. He can hear rattling and chaos behind him in the storeroom, a prompt I’m okay! called out by Jeongguk after the distinct sound of something shattering, but Yoongi barely notices, too distracted by the sight of you so distraught.

“Flat white with two su—”

“I lost a patient.”

He freezes completely, stops pushing the fresh cup of coffee across the counter to you, watching as you gnaw on your bottom lip, looking off to the side.

“I lost a patient,” you repeat, sounding so much more broken than you’d hoped, your voice unsteady and shaky. “I watched his blood pressure drop to almost nothing in a matter of minutes. H-he was only twelve, Yoongi. I watched a twelve year old boy die right in front of me, and I couldn’t do jack shit.” You let out a stuttered exhale, straightening up and scratching your temple. “That’s the first time that’s happened to me. I’m the first intern in the group to lose a patient.”

“I’m… I’m sorry to hear that, _____,” Yoongi says.

“Yeah,” you mumble.

“Hey.” He reaches over to lay his hand over yours where it still rests on the counter. “You’ll be okay. Patients pass all the time, even after you’ve done everything you can.”

“I just… I didn’t think it’d happen three weeks into my internship.” You stare down at Yoongi’s hand on top of yours to distract yourself, trying hard not to become an emotional wreck in the middle of the cafe so early in the morning. “Like, I can’t help but think now if there was something I could’ve done, if I should’ve done something differently to have prevented it.”

“It’s just the way life is,” Yoongi replies, giving your fingers a gentle, sympathetic squeeze. “I’ve seen a lot of the staff come in here after they’ve lost patients too. It doesn’t get any easier. You just learn to accept fate. You know what always helps though?”

“What?”

“Coffee.”

Despite yourself, you find yourself letting out an airy chuckle, shaking your head as you rub the inner corner of your eye.

“Right,” you mumble, the smallest hints of a smile on your lips as you reach into your pocket to grab your money. Before you can find anything, Yoongi squeezes your hand and stops you.

“Don’t worry about it. Just take it easy, _____,” he says. You look up at him, eyes flicking down to the soft smile he flashes you.

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

You nod in reply with no words left to say, picking up your paperwork and coffee and walking over to your usual table.

It isn’t long before the rest of the interns join you, their raucous chatter quieting down to almost silence when they all spot you, slouched in your seat, paperwork and drink untouched while you stare down at the chipped lacquer on the edges of the table. While everyone walks over to the counter to order their drinks, Taehyung detours and walks over to stand behind your chair and wrap his arms around you, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“How you holding up, squirt?” he says, rocking you gently from side to side. You smile a little, not taking your eyes off of the table as you reach up to pat the back of his hands.

“I’m alright, toots,” you reply. “Just gonna zone out for a little while.”

“You want anything else from the front?” You shake your head, your cheek squished up against the side of Taehyung’s head. He nods, and straightens up, giving your shoulders a squeeze before walking up to the counter.

“Hey, hyung,” Jeongguk says, greeting Taehyung with a small wave.

“Hey-a, Guk.”

“Hey, um… is _____ noona okay? Did something happen?”

“I think she will be,” Taehyung replies, looking over his shoulder. “She lost a patient this morning.”

“Holy shit,” Jeongguk gasps.

“It was bound to happen sooner or later, I guess, what with her working in A&E and all. But she probably wasn’t expecting it to happen to her so early in the game, y’know?”

“What happened?”

“_____’s ward rounds are a bit different to the rest of ours. You know how, in the movies, it’s like a group of students following around the main doctor around to different patients and just observing how they interact with the patient and stuff? That’s how it is for me and the rest of the guys at the table. But with _____ being in A&E, she doesn’t really have that because Emergency doesn’t really have a structure like all the other wards do. And since she’s the only intern in A&E, she kinda just shadows the senior doctor over there. So it’s not really ‘ward rounds’ for her per se, but like, actual on-your-feet experience. Anyway. I think they said it was, like, seven-ish? Seven-thirty? A&E got a call about an incoming patient, a kid who was hit by a car on his way to school. A hit and run somewhere near Incheon. The kid came in and… God, he was just a mess, but she tried, she really tried to keep him here. They all did. But it wasn’t even ten minutes after his admission that he flatlined.”

Yoongi, who’d been standing off to the side, walks closer to where Jeongguk and Taehyung stand to listen, to get the answer to the question he didn’t dare ask you earlier when you’d been standing just a few feet away from him.

“Christ,” he mutters, looking over Taehyung’s shoulder where you sit, sipping at your coffee, which by now must be closer to cold than lukewarm. “That’s intense.” Jeongguk nods silently in agreement.

“Thank fuck she’s got the day off tomorrow,” Taehyung says, sighing quietly. Without instruction, Jeongguk reaches into the fridge beside the display cabinet, pulling out a bottle of orange juice to slide over to Taehyung. Taehyung, in return, slides over his money.

“Should we give her something to eat?” Jeongguk asks, looking first at Yoongi, then at Taehyung. “One of the brownies, or the custard tart, or a cooki—”

“Nah, I asked her already. She said she doesn’t want anything.”

“Oh. Okay.”

A distant beeping catches everyone’s attention, and they all turn and watch you pull your pager out, looking down at the display before picking up your paperwork and coffee and standing. There are looks of surprise and confusion from the interns, Jeongguk and Yoongi alike as they watch you head towards the doors.

Looking over your shoulder, you glance at Taehyung, Jeongguk, and Yoongi, raising an eyebrow.

“What?” you ask.

“Another emergency?” Taehyung asks. You can’t help but laugh.

“It’s the A&E, Tae. It’s always an emergency.”

Jeongguk is busy packing away everything in the cake cabinet while Yoongi is sweeping the floor when you walk back into the cafe, fatigue very clear in your body language.

“Sorry, we’re clo— oh.” Yoongi looks up, the broom still in his hand, watching as you pull out a chair and drop yourself into the seat, fortunately sans paperwork. With a sigh, you hang your head back and stare up at the ceiling.

“I’ll just be a sec,” you say. “I just need to sit down for a little bit.”

“Don’t be stupid. Stay as long as you want,” Jeongguk says, smiling over at you.

Resting the broom against the wall, Yoongi dusts off his hands on his apron, grabbing a bottle of water before Jeongguk can lock the fridge and walking over to you, setting the bottle down on the table in front of you.

“Oh. Thanks, Yoongi,” you say, sitting up properly and reaching for it.

“No problem. Figured this’d be better than a coffee.”

“Yeah. I considered cutting out coffee altogether, but I’m not sure I could survive this without it.”

“Taehyung says you’ve got the day off tomorrow,” Yoongi says, pulling out the chair next to you and taking a seat.

“Mmm. Thank god for that. But…” Taking a deep breath, you pause to take a sip of water, resting the bottle on your knee, leaving a ring of condensation on your pants. “I don’t really sleep that much so I don’t know what I’ll do the whole day.”

“Something as far away from hospital work as possible, please,” Yoongi chuckles; you smile in agreement.

“Hey, hyung. Isn’t it your day off tomorrow as well?” Jeongguk calls out from behind the counter, holding bags of coffee beans in each arm. He flashes a knowing look to Yoongi, discreetly nodding his head in your direction.

“It is, Jeongguk. Thanks for reminding me,” Yoongi replies, trying not to clench his teeth and strain his voice.

“Which hyung is coming in tomorrow to make the coffees then?”

“Well, I dunno, Jeongguk. Maybe you should check the roster in the back.”

“Right, yeah.” Yoongi all but glares in the younger’s direction when Jeongguk sends him a wink and a grin before disappearing into the storeroom.

“You have the day off too?” you ask, oblivious to the silent conversation that’d just taken place between them both, distractedly picking at the label on the water bottle. “Nice. What’re you gonna do with twenty-four hours of freedom?”

“Dunno. Might sleep for about half that time, eat something, and probably spend the rest of the day chillin’ with my bae.”

You arch an eyebrow, the lip of the bottle inches away from your lips.

“Your bae?” you repeat.

“My piano,” Yoongi chuckles. “That’s the closest I’m gonna get to a relationship anytime soon, I think.”

“Oh.” You find yourself chuckling, and somewhat confused by the relief that’s washing over you. “Cute.”

“It’s not, really.” He reaches up and ruffles his hair, locks of faded pink moving in all directions. “I mean, how many grown men do you know call a musical instrument their first love?”

“Well, I dunno about instruments, but Taehyung has this elephant plush toy that he swears convinced him that love at first sight exists back when he was six.” Yoongi snorts and shakes his head.

The both of you watch silently as Jeongguk rounds the counter and makes his way around the floor, wiping down the tables before stacking the chairs on top of them. As he makes his way closer to your table, it dawns on you that you’ll need to stand and, eventually, leave the cafe to let them finish cleaning up.

“Hey.” Yoongi’s voice cuts through the quiet, and you turn away from Jeongguk to look at him. “Um, are you done for today?”

“Yeah,” you answer. “I finished kinda early actually. I’m just killing the next five minutes so I can clock off.” You pick at the label on the bottle again, biting the inside of your cheek, mustering up the courage to ask, “why?”

“I, uh… I was wondering if… you wanted to grab some dinner. Tonight.”

“Dinner?”

“Yeah, just… I figured, since we both have the day off tomorrow, we could have dinner tonight and not have to worry about going home early because of work the next day or… whatever.” Realising what he’d said, Yoongi turns to you, eyes wide. “Oh God. That came out wrong. I-I don’t mean—”

You throw your head back and laugh, drawing Jeongguk’s attention to the both of you; Jeongguk laughs quietly to himself, watching Yoongi drag his hand down his face and ruffle his hair again.

“No, yeah, I…” You drag your knuckle against the corner of your eye. “I’d like that. Taehyung’s going out on another date with Jeongguk tonight, so… yeah. It beats another night in the apartment on my own eating instant noodles and crying over some lame anime that I never really wanted to watch in the first place.”

“Taehyung?”

“Yeah.”

“Amazing. Jeongguk is the exact same.”

“Well. If you’re ever in the mood to switch roommates… you know who to call first.”

You and Yoongi laugh quietly, letting it trail off naturally as Jeongguk approaches the table, hands planted on the remaining free chair.

“I hate to interrupt,” he says, grinning. “But we’re closing now, miss. I’m afraid you’ll have to vacate the premises.” Snorting and rolling your eyes, you stand, fingers wrapped around your bottle of water.

“Right. Oh, uh, before I forget, Taehyung said something about meeting up at some dog cafe instead of the apartment for you guys’ date tonight. I think he’s gonna text you the address later.” Jeongguk sighs wistfully.

“A dog cafe. A man after my own heart.”

“Eww,” you and Yoongi say simultaneously.

“Shut up.”

“I’m gonna go clock off,” you say, shaking your head at Jeongguk before looking at Yoongi. “I’ll, uh, meet you outside?”

“Sounds good. Give me, like, twenty minutes to finish up here and I’ll catch up with you,” Yoongi replies, nodding his head.

True to his word, Yoongi steps out of the hospital twenty minutes later — eighteen, to be exact; but who’s counting? — stained black apron replaced with an olive green bomber jacket, one strap of his bag slung over his shoulder. In a similar fashion, you’ve forgone your white coat for a sweater and scarf, tucking your phone into the pocket of your jeans as you wave your hand to catch his attention.

“I forgot to ask earlier,” Yoongi says. “Did you have a ride, or…”

“Oh. Oh. Crap, no I don’t,” you say, expression falling. “Me and Tae usually come together, but he’s taking the car for his date with Jeongguk tonight. Shit. I didn’t think of that.”

“That’s fine. You can catch a ride with me.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, just, uh…” Yoongi’s eyes shift left and right warily as he scratches the top of his head and clears his throat.

“What?” you ask, a little confused.

“Just… here. I’ll show you.”

Following behind him, he leads you to the carpark, weaving through the different lanes to eventually stop at the back of the lot.

“This okay?”

For a moment, you stand there, speechless, looking with wide eyes at the slightly scuffed black leather seat, and worn tires of Yoongi’s…

“Motorbike,” you say, eloquent as ever.

“Yeah. Uh, I just remembered what I came to work in when I was grabbing my stuff out of my locker.” He clears his throat again, reaching into his bag to pull out his helmet. “If you don’t wanna ride, it’s totally chill, _____. I can call Jeongguk, get him to ride this home, and we can catch a taxi or something.”

“No, this… this is fine,” you say with a soft exasperated chuckle to your words.

“Have you ever been on a bike before?” You shake your head. “Oh. Well. Um.”

“There’s a first for everything though, right? I can handle some early morning trauma in A&E. How bad could a bike ride be?”

Yoongi chuckles quietly, and nods in agreement, lifting the seat of his motorbike to pull out a spare helmet to hand to you, shoving his bag in roughly before shutting the seat.

“You’re, uh… gonna have to keep your bag on. The seat’s not big enough for all our stuff, unfortunately.”

“That’s alright.”

“Sorry. I didn’t really think things through before asking you out to dinner tonight,” Yoongi says, biting on his lip nervously.

“Don’t worry about it,” you laugh. “I prefer spontaneity anyways.”

“Yeah? I’ll keep that in mind for next time,” he mutters.

“Next time?”

Yoongi clears his throat yet again, looking away from you to pat down his jacket and jeans in search of his keys and preoccupying himself with anything that isn’t related to looking you right in the face. You grin and busy yourself with undoing the buckle of the spare helmet in your hands.

“W-what do you feel like eating?” Yoongi asks you, sliding his helmet on and hoisting his leg over the bike to straddle it, inserting the key into the ignition without turning the bike on just yet. You shrug in reply, resting the spare helmet on the back of the bike to free up your hands and tie your hair back.

“Whatever you feel like. I’m not a fussy eater like Tae,” you say, words mumbled around your hairtie held between your teeth. Yoongi leans a little towards you, pointing to the side of his helmet to indicate that he can’t hear you properly. You reply with a, “anywhere’s fine,” raising your voice a little more. He nods in acknowledgement and turns the key.

The motorbike roars to life and you flinch a little at the sound. You don’t hear Yoongi’s chuckle, but you see the way his shoulders shake slightly in amusement before you’re sliding the helmet onto your head. Holding his shoulder, you swing your leg over the bike to sit down behind him, his hand coming up to hold onto your wrist when he feels you wobble slightly.

“_____!” he calls out.

“Yeah?”

“You, uh, you need to hold on.”

“What?” you ask, leaning forward to hear him better, the front of your helmet knocking against the back of his. Instead of raising his voice and repeating himself, however, he reaches behind to find your arms, guiding them until they’re wrapped around his waist. He gives your wrists a gentle squeeze, and you take the cue to hold on — tight. Yoongi throws you a thumbs up over his shoulder; you reply with a nod.

You gasp, barely audible, when Yoongi revs the engine, grasp instantly tightening when he kicks off the ground and starts to move, fingers holding onto his jacket.

Behind his helmet, Yoongi smiles at the warmth of your chest against his back, and the almost-death grip around his waist.

“You okay?” Yoongi asks as he helps you off the motorbike, trying not to grin at the way you let out a sigh of relief when your feet touch the ground. You hum and nod your head in reply, undoing the buckle beneath your chin and pulling the helmet off, yanking out your hairtie to fix your hair.

“That was… new,” you say, pausing when Yoongi reaches up to fix a lock of your hair. “But I could get used to that. Maybe. Hopefully.”

He laughs a little, taking the helmet from your hands to put it back under the seat after pulling his bag out, shoving his own helmet into it.

“I hope you’re not a vegetarian.”

You stop fixing your hair for a moment to turn and look up at the neon lights of the restaurant signage, taking a deep breath in and exhaling with a happy hum as the smell of grilling meat hits you immediately.

“I am most definitely not a vegetarian,” you reply, grinning.

“This is my brother’s restaurant,” he explains, leading you inside, the scent of cooked meats and vegetables increasing tenfold as soon as you’ve stepped through the doors. “As if it isn’t bad enough that I’m on my feet all day, every time he sees me walk in, he gets me to work in exchange for free food. I’m hoping with you here that doesn’t happen.”

“No family benefits?”

“Well, you’d think I’d get some, right?”

“Well, well. Good evening, young master. Come to pay your debts?”

The both of you turn to come face to face with a man wiping his hands on a towel, hair a dull shade of blue, multiple piercings on both ears, and a cheeky grin painted on his lips.

“Nope. I have a ‘get out of jail free’ card tonight, hyung,” Yoongi answers, wiggling his eyebrows. “This is _____.” The man’s eyes shifts to you before shifting back to Yoongi, slightly narrowed.

“You win this time, you brat. But you’ll be on dishes next time. Your usual table’s free.”

Yoongi groans, but you can see him holding back a smile as he leads you over to the back corner of the restaurant after you bow your head politely.

“That… was your brother?” you ask, taking a seat and dropping your bag down beside you.

“Yeah, that was Yoonjae hyung,” Yoongi replies, following suit. “I’m actually surprised he’s only gonna put me on dishes.”

“Is that bad?”

“Nah. Bad is toilet duties. Have you ever cleaned a toilet after midnight after a busy day in a barbecue restaurant? The things I’ve seen in there could probably rival the things you see in A&E.” You snort.

“That’s a stretch.”

“Okay, yeah. True. But you know what I mean.”

Shaking your head, you laugh as you reach for the menu beside you, eyes scanning the various cuts of meat and side dishes on offer. Everything looks amazing and enticing, and you’re salivating before the grill’s even been ignited.

“So. What’ll it be, kids?” Yoonjae asks, approaching the table with a small notepad in his hand, grabbing his pen from where it’s tucked behind his ear.

“I’ll have the usual,” Yoongi answers. “I dunno what _____ wants.”

“What’s ‘the usual’?” you ask.

“A serve of dumplings, some steak, pork belly, kimchi hot pot, and rice.”

“That’s all for one person?”

“It’s supposed to be for two, but I mean, I don’t know when I’m gonna be eating next, so… while I’m here…”

“Interesting. I’ll get the same.”

Yoonjae stops writing to look at you, eyebrows raised in surprise.

“You know what?” he says, tucking his pen back behind his ear. “I like you already.”

“I hope that means I get to avoid doing the dishes with Yoongi,” you laugh.

“We’ll see.”

“Wait. What?”

“Hold up. Wait. Jimin, come back.”

“What’s up, hyung?” the waiter asks, his tray tucked under his arm.

“We didn’t order this,” Yoongi says, pointing to the basket of fried chicken.

“Oh, I know. But Yoonjae hyung said to bring it over to you guys. He said something about wanting to see if you and your new girlfriend can finish everything.” You feel your mouthful of soup start to trickle down the wrong pipe, and you drop your spoon and cover your mouth, trying not to cough too loud, because girlfriend? The waiter, however, seems to be unphased. “I’m Jimin by the way! Family friend of the Mins.”

“I’m…” You pause to clear your throat a few times, hand pressed to your chest. “I’m _____.”

“Nice to meet you!”

“Jimin? Can you leave so we can eat?” Yoongi says, jaw clenched as he glares in the waiter’s direction.

“Right! Yeah, sure. Just yell out if you guys need anything.”

You watch as Jimin walks off to tend to another table with a friendly smile, seemingly completely unaware of how confused you are, and of how mortified Yoongi is.

“Sorry about him,” Yoongi says quietly, quick to shove a spoonful of rice into his mouth.

“He’s very… cheery,” you say, chuckling a little as you turn your attention back to the food. “Like, very cheery.”

“I know. I swear nothing gets that brat down.” He reaches for the tongs, flipping the meat on the grill. “I mean, he’s a cool kid, but damn.”

“Yoongi. Eat that last one.”

“I would if I could, but, _____, I can’t. You have it.”

With a groan, you sit up again, elbows resting on the table as you stare down the last chicken wing in the basket. You pick it up, but hesitate to bring it to your mouth. Across the table, Yoongi lifts his hand and curls his fingers into a loose fist, pumping it in the air weakly in encouragement. Taking a deep breath, you curse quietly before taking a bite.

It takes you a ridiculously long time to finish off the last chicken wing, and when you drop the bones onto your plate, you are well and truly done.

“Well. Consider me impressed,” Yoonjae says, taking a chair from a nearby table to sit with you both. “You have officially avoided dish duty.”

“What about me, hyung?” Yoongi asks.

“I haven’t decided about you yet.” Yoongi sighs and leans back in his seat. “So. _____, right? What do you do?”

“I’m, uh, I’m a med student. I’m interning at the hospital at the moment,” you reply, reaching for your glass of water.

“Holy shit. You’re a doctor?”

“I’m not a doctor yet.”

“Yet,” Yoonjae repeats, laughing. “Which part of the hospital do you work in?”

“Accident and emergency.”

“Damn. That must be full on.”

“You’re tellin’ me.”

“How’d you score an almost-doctor, you brat?” Yoonjae asks, grinning as he reaches over to punch Yoongi’s arm. Yoongi flinches and groans, rubbing his bicep.

“We work at the same hospital, hyung,” he mumbles, frowning.

“Oh, right! Yeah. Barista. How’s that gig going, by the way?”

“Same as always I guess. I have yet to hear any juicy stories from _____ over here.” You snort, reaching for your glass of water to take a sip. “You’d think working in A&E she’d have a million and one stories to tell me while I make her morning coffee. But, nope. Not a damn one, hyung.”

“What a fucking shame,” Yoonjae sighs, shaking his head. “I’m so disappointed in you, _____.”

“Disappointed enough to put her on dishes with me, hyung?”

“Hey!” you cry out, chuckling a little.

“Nah, I can’t put her on dishes, man. She might have to save your ass one day after you fall off that goddamn bike of yours. Seriously, Yoongi. When’re you gonna get rid of that thing? I swear to God, mom has a heart attack every time you roll up for lunch on Sunday.”

“That’s like asking me to give away my own child. How dare you, hyung?”

Yoonjae rolls his eyes and stands, putting the chair back to its original table before resting his hand on your shoulder consolingly.

“I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into, _____.”

After dinner, Yoongi decides to leave his bike parked at his brother’s restaurant for a little while in favour of walking around the area with you aimlessly, walking down streets and alleyways as conversation bounces from favourite classical composers all the way down to basketball dream teams. Yoongi laughs as you tell him about the time Taehyung broke his arm after falling off his bicycle when he was distracted by your neighbour’s new puppy, and you almost trip over your own foot when you’re busy wiping your eyes after Yoongi tells you about the day he’d almost walked in on his parents have sex, only saved by his brother who’d pulled him away from the door and forced him back into his room.

The both of you eventually end up at a small cafe, wedged in between a karaoke bar and another barbecue restaurant. It’s warm inside, and you’re instantly hit with the smell of freshly ground coffee as soon as you step in, unwrapping the scarf around your neck.

The cashier greets you both as you step up to the counter, giving you both a moment to decide on your orders.

“I’ll have a latte, thank you,” you say, reaching into your bag for your wallet. Yoongi grabs your wrist and stops you, pulling out his money instead, saying, “and I’ll take an Americano.”

“Would you like something to eat? We have a coffee and cake special tonight,” the cashier says. Yoongi lets go of your wrist, and nods his head towards the display cabinet.

“Pick something.”

“Wh— not if you’re paying for me,” you reply, frowning.

“_____, pick something,” he chuckles. You furrow your eyebrows, but you turn eventually, realising there’s no way you’re winning tonight.

“Fine. I’ll have a slice of the strawberry cheesecake then.”

Yoongi nods towards the tables, telling you to take a seat as he finishes ordering everything. You obey, albeit a little reluctantly, taking a seat at a table in the far corner of the cafe, putting your bag down by your feet just as Yoongi joins you.

“You didn’t have to pay for me,” you say, trying not to whine (but probably failing miserably).

“I wanted to though,” he replies, just chuckling. “I was the one that dragged you out tonight.”

“It’s not like you forced me out though. I wanted to come. Better than cup noodles and anime any day.”

“_____. Seriously. It’s fine.” You frown, but lean back in your seat comfortably. “I’ll just pick up an extra shift during the week to make up for what I’ve lost tonight.”

“Yoongi!” you whine; he laughs, clapping his hands once at the expression on your face.

“I’m kidding!” He grins, watching as you huff and cross your arms over your chest. “I’ll only need to pick up half a shift, I think.”

“What made you decide to study medicine?” Yoongi asks, taking a sip of his coffee.

“My grandpa, actually,” you say, eating a bite of cheesecake. “I was pretty much raised by my grandparents because my parents were always working. He always dreamed of becoming a doctor.”

“He didn’t get to be one?” You shake your head.

“I’m from a family of lawyers. I think everyone all the way back to my great-great grandparents has been a lawyer. My grandpa used to be a judge before he retired, but he always talked about how much he wished he’d become a doctor instead. My bedtime stories were medical discoveries and all these tales of doctors doing the impossible. He’s so excited that there’s finally gonna be a doctor in the family that he’s paying for my tuition completely.”

“Wow. A family of rich super nerds. I shouldn’t be surprised.” You snort quietly. “And Taehyung? Is he from a family of rich super nerds too?”

“Nah. But Tae’s always known he’s gonna either work with kids or animals. His little brother had his tonsils out when we were in our sophomore year, and he was so inspired by the whole ordeal that he decided to try out for med school with me. And, uh, I guess, here we are.”

“Interesting.”

“How about you?” you ask, bringing your cup closer to your lips. “Have you always dreamed of being a barista?”

“Oh, hell yeah. I’m working my dream job, for sure. I couldn’t have asked for more,” Yoongi replies, grinning, voice dripping with sarcasm that you have to put your coffee back down before you spill it everywhere as you laugh. “Nah, this is just a temporary thing — hopefully.”

“What do you want to be, Yoongi?” you ask, leaning forward, propping your elbow up on the table and resting your chin in your hand.

“I wanna be a producer. Or songwriter. Or both. Any of those options is fine by me. I do a few gigs down at Club Cream in Hongdae here and there with a few of my friends.”

“You sing?!”

“Rap. Like hell you’ll ever catch me singing.”

“Wow. I mean, thinking about it, it actually kinda suits you. But I would’ve never guessed that about you,” you reply, leaning back in your seat.

“Why?” Yoongi asks, eyebrow arched in amusement. “What do I look like I’d be into?”

You narrow your eyes, looking at him with exaggerated curiosity.

“I dunno. Carpentry?” Yoongi snorts — loudly. “You look like you’ve got a carpenter’s hands.”

“That’s a first. Never gotten that one before.”

“Why? What do you usually get?”

“I’ve gotten computer nerd, professional gamer, Seven-Eleven dude… fortune cookie writer…”

“Fortune cookie writer?” you repeat, laughing loudly.

“Yeah, that was Jeongguk,” Yoongi says, shaking his head. “Apparently I seem like the kind of guy that would be good at writing fortunes.”

“Oh yeah? Let’s hear some bomb-ass fortunes then, O Wise One.”

“Hold on.” You watch over your cup of coffee as Yoongi presses his fingers to his temples, shutting his eyes tightly in concentration. “Oh, here’s one. Don’t eat the paper. Also, your lucky numbers are: one, five, sixteen, twenty seven, and thirty. Pretty good, huh?”

“So. Where to now?” Yoongi asks, tugging his jacket back on.

“I dunno,” you say, shrugging. “But I’m down for whatever, because I’m not looking to go home to see Taehyung and Jeongguk doing something I could’ve gone my entire life without seeing.”

“To be fair, they could be doing that at my place too.”

“Well. We’re screwed, I guess.”

“Hold on,” he chuckles, pulling his phone out. You watch as Yoongi taps away, pauses, then taps again, until eventually, he concludes, “they’re at yours, and Jeongguk has no idea when they’ll be ‘finished’. God. Does he have to say it like that?”

“I’d rather work a double shift at A&E than go there,” you say, wincing.

“We can go back to mine if you want. Wait, that… that wasn’t me trying to get you to do, um, something, by the way.” You throw your head back and laugh.

“Sounds good, Yoongi. Surely being a med intern means that if I can revive a man, I also know how to kill him.”

“Sounds fair. Let’s go.”

“Ooh. Okay. Now I see why you call this your first love,” you say, fingers skirting along ivory keys and polished wood. “It’s beautiful.”

“Yeah,” Yoongi says, wistful. “It took an arm and a leg to get it in here, but I’m never getting rid of it. They can take all my furniture away and force me to sleep on the floor for all I care.” You chuckle quietly. “Jeongguk… Jeongguk told me that Taehyung said you play.”

“I do,” you answer. “Not as often these days though, now that I’m an intern. Mostly at church now, or if we’re having a family lunch at grandpa’s and I need to entertain the younger cousins, you know?”

“Play something.” You look at Yoongi, hesitant; he smiles back in reply.

“Al… alright.” You put your bag down by the sofa, slipping off your scarf, before walking back to the piano, the leather of the chair groaning quietly as you sit down. “Any requests?” Yoongi shrugs.

“Something you like playing,” he suggests.

Poised fingers rest on the ivory keys of the piano as you think for a moment before you start to play anything, the small apartment eventually filling with quiet music, the smooth crooning of Chopin taking over the sounds of the traffic outside. Behind you, Yoongi sits down on the edge of the sofa, watching you play with awe, marvelling at the way you seem so at ease and carefree as you play the piece flawlessly.

The music ends too soon for his liking.

“Wow,” he whispers, lips parted.

“Just a little something,” you reply, shrugging, trying not to blush. “You play something.”

“Oh, I… I don’t know anything classical,” Yoongi says, rubbing the back of his neck.

“That’s okay. Anything’ll do, Yoongi.”

You shuffle down aside to make room for him on the other side of the seat, patting the space next to you. He takes up the offer, though he walks over with cautious steps, clearing his throat.

Yoongi starts to play, filling the room with something a little heavier than Chopin, and you’re taken aback for a moment, just watching the way his fingers move along the keys like water. You don’t know what compels you to bring your hands back up from your lap to start playing with him, making the tune up along as you go, but it’s amazing, beautiful even, that you both find yourselves smiling.

You withdraw your hands, and let Yoongi finish off the song on his own, letting the apartment fall into a comfortable silence.

“Shit,” he eventually says, sighing before he chuckles. “I wish I recorded that.”

#min yoongi #suga #bts #bangtan #bangtan scenarios #barista!au #intern!au #r #anon #☆ whitecoat anon ☆#i finally finished this hallelujah

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