#cafe in a bike store or florist cafe

[oliviawhen]

I've been trying to visit every cafe where I live for several years, and I recently hit 200! Here are a couple paintings of Ikon and Marigold Cafe in sf.

[elysicndrcvm]

━♡ guess the 23 YEAR OLD FEBRUARY baby just arrived to dallyeog! it makes sense, because CHU EUNHA is just as BEDAZZLING as the month of FEBRUARY. wait, why do they remind me of JACOB BAE? beyond that, they seemed JOYOUS and SAVVY upon first glance. i heard someone say they’re sort of DELICATE and QUIXOTIC though. i hope they get acquainted here in COMPLEX 1 / APARTMENT 0215 / FLOOR 3 ; HE seem(s) to have a lot going on with HIS job as a PATISSERIE OWNER/NUTRITIONAL SCIENCE STUDENT. ( ez, 21, she/they, gmt. )

     well hey there !! im ez but you fellow dallyeogers can call me ezzy, i have been in dallyeog before so some may remember me as having someone v different to my new bb i bring u now, i joined before with miss tam carmen !! anygays i return with this lil angel who i am all ‘ i say that’s my baby and i’m proud ’ over already even tho i literally came up with him like two days ago. you can find his pinboard here ( which btw i fuckeN love like he’s so aesthetic to me u go king ) and i made him a lil playlist which u can vibe to here. you can learn more about him under the cut but he’s a super soft-hearted gentle dove of a muse and quite...simple for me ?? sdhdh that’s not the right wording but U GET IT djjflg he isn’t super full of angst or trauma he’s just kinda viBIN livin his best life so that’s fun !! but ye without further ado: 

so as u kno from his app he owns a patisserie, it’s his lil babey and he is very dedicated to his craft and makin sure all his ideas for the place and the baked goods he sells are like rlly quirky and avant-garde. like he is so passionate about it u dont even KNOW, he tries to make sure most of the stuff on his menu is something like fun and new u wouldn’t get at just any old patisserie or cafe and that it’s super varied and also kinda aesthetic af? the place is very like trendy. it’s called patisserie d’elysian cause ya know he’s an extra biTCHH and proud.

he has three pupperino’s. all as adorable as each other, snickerdoodle is his golden lab and often ppl shorten it down to snickers, butterscotch is his dapple daschund pup, shortens the name to scotchie often. toulouse is his fancy toy poodle boi, shortens the name down as toto. if u are on the shortened name basis with his pups then u can consider urself one of his close pals. 

he’s actually adopted by his aunt but she raised him like she was his mother so that is what he considers her, she’s on his mother’s side but they are half-siblings. in terms of first name reasoning as well she just liked eunha as a name and didn’t even think about how it is traditionally for a female, she liked that it meant gift from heaven so it stuck. his father is still around, he’s just quite elderly so it felt like a better living situation for him to be raised primarily by his auntie. unfortunately his mother has passed on but no tragic story, she just went peacefully in old age. 

he dyes his hair quite often, it’s currently like a really pastel blue with black streaks consistently throughout like lil ones so it looks super cool. but he’s also had it be a more electric blue, lilac, and a duck egg kinda faded silvery blue. it’s naturally dark brunette. has brown eyes kind of a hazel hue. 

his style is kinda androgynous ig?? he just lives for soft retro fashion, lots of color in his wardrobe but also lots of tapered short and t-shirt fits frequented, sweater vests, rolled up jeans, high skater boi socks, soft jumpers with shirts, shirts in bright colours or satiny texture worn over plain white t-shirts, cardigans, pastel denim jackets, jeans with printed patterns on like clouds, flowers etc, favors yellow and blues. sometimes does eye makeup, occasionally wears heels bc he’s a baddie or super heeled boots/chunky shoes. 

obsessed with music, can play violin and guitar. he’s a big mitski and rina sawayama fanatic, likes anything that sounds peaceful or calming or has like a good fun vibe to it. also likes the trademark gay icons like carly rae jepsen, lorde, etc. he’s not ashamed. obsessed with mamma mia movies. but also likes rap which is rlly funny cause its like the bad bitch female rappers only and like he’ll listen to it while arranging his sock drawer or making his bed or something ajdjdj it’s like hype anthems for being a baddie and a hoe and he’s just doing his night sleepy routine adkfkf. 

showers, blankets, music, baked goods especially bagels are his happy places. 

very much a sensitive lil romanticist, falls in ‘love’ like five times a day, he just likes to giggle and smile around pretty people and admire the artwork hnghdh, he’s like yeARNS though ya know?? like he’s all i will flirt by making prolonged eye contact, i made you a playlist, this song makes me think of you etc. it’s either memes as flirting with him or elaborate love letters u never know what ur gonna get akdkd. 

awful sense of humour, loves his friends more than anything on earth except his pups, would fully live in a huge house of just like his pups and all his closest buds for all eternity. likes fruits way too much, enjoys puns about fruits way too much. milkshakes, sushi, orange hues and bus rides are some of his absolute favorite simple pleasures of life. clouds, flowers, salt lamps, the sunrise over the sea, skateboarding, fresh soda, teddy bears, busy street markets, parasols, fish tanks with exotic fish, sorbet, bike riding, polaroids, record players, rain at night against floor to ceiling windows with a fresh steaming pot of tea on the desk beside it and warm fresh sheets from the laundry on his bed, ponds, skateboarding. all little joys in life that give him like the biggest pleasure dopamine hit in the world. 

his cousin actually owns a florists so he has flowers just littering his apartment like a lot and it just looks like he has ten million suitors from the late eighteenth century attempting to court him but no all these flowers are from him to him or worse from his aunt djfjg she sends him some for valentines every valentines, pls help him, pls send him flowers. 

studies nutritional science and he fucken hates it. do not ask him shit cause he doesn’t KNOW OKAY? he doesn’t understand it either. he took it because he needed something to go alongside the passion for baking that was a real ‘qualification’/job so that is the only reason he’s doing it. no point doing a baking degree after all when he’s already a baker with a business, he’s super young still he gotta keep his prospects open. so YAH. he’d rather be doing culinary arts but eh. nutritional science sounded better and more logic based. the real miracle is he still gets top grades all the time even tho he spends his life like wtf am i even doing is this even legit akdkdk. school is the worst thing in the world for him watch his mood instantly deflate the second its brought up. 

despite being a quixotic, he’s a lil afraid of intimacy. like oh god does he love it, those small touches and acts of affection u kno? the subtle things that normally go unnoticed, eye contact, brushing of hands, linking of little fingers, rubbing a thumb, kissing eyelids or foreheads or palms or shoulders in little gentle pecks, back massages and rubs or finger tracing patterns absent-minded, shoulder massages, laying your head on someone’s shoulder or on their lap, knocking knees together, exchanging a small glance only the two of you get before bursting into laughter, smiling into kisses, napping together, having blankets placed over you warm and fresh, or towels put ready like it, someone making you something they know you like a lot. that’s his sHIT. but like he’s terrified still, someone skimming their fingers on his skin makes his breath hitch like he’s a scandalized and alarmingly aroused victorian woman sjdjd. he’s literally still a virgin, he hasn’t even had his first kiss okay my baby is delicate be gentle with him akdkd but he still LIKES PASSION AIGHT kfkf. 

real soft spoken, honey tinted voice like i shit u not this boy talks like he’s an angel sent from heavens above to guide you to the paradisaical garden of eden or some shit akdkd. ur gonna fall in love with eunha’s voice before u even fall in love with any other part of him like his adorable beaming smile or stunning eyes akdkf. 

has dance parties around his room when getting ready in the morning, listens to bella’s lullaby unironically yes from twilight yes u heard right, bit of a himbo streak sometimes in his obliviousness djfjf. quite silently subtly funny actually much like jacob himself. 

he is gay, afraid of driving, cannot do math, blanks out often and he is valid for all of those things. has a collection of cartoon and disney animal movie dvds. has a dream notebook. always has blue painted nails in some kinda shade. 

does not enjoy turning in assignments bc he is scared he’ll fail, avoids looking at his grades for weeks after they’re released and hates knowing that they’re out. 

cannot dance, dances often. collects vintage stuff esp clothes and mostly sweaters. likes midnight trips to corner stores and fields where he can just lay and look at the stars. makes friends rlly easily but has super bad performance anxiety. cannot ever have a messy room like even the tiniest bit messy. even like clothes being stacked on a chair instead of away. 

bakes peanut butter, banana and choc chip muffins (they r called monkey bites normally) whenever he’s super stressed. if u want to cheer him up when he’s anxious or stressed then u should give him french lavender honey, chia seeds and caramelized pear on toast/bagel. it is his comfort food. he fancii when he needs a pick me up. treat urself and all that. 

[beihonglin]

ii. daisies

a tangram flower shop au inspired by @honeyforzhixie and @tanqram | for the banana squad

gerbera daisies: I hope you have sunshine and warmth wherever you go, no matter how dark your day might seem. 

“And then you tuck this end in, like this...” Zhixie glances over at where Maotong’s fingers fumble with a length of purple ribbon. “No, tuck it in here-“

It’s not a bad bouquet, it really isn’t. All the client’s requested flowers are gathered neatly in the centre and are interspersed with sprigs of baby’s breath. It’s just... a little out of shape?

Zhixie sneaks a peek at the flower shop entrance. The lights at the front of the store are turned off, but the entire first level of the flower shop is flushed a heady gold with the sunset, chrysanthemums and tulips brushing shadows onto the white wooden floors. The glass folding doors have been pulled closed since they closed half an hour ago - the only thing blocking Zhixie’s view of the street are small, sun-kissed movements as Chaoze swishes his mop around, shoulder to shoulder with the sunflowers. Honglin sits at the small set of steps leading up to the mezzanine Zhixie and Maotong are at, warm gold just touching the tips of his shoes and his fingers gently massaging the stray cat in his lap as he waits for the rest to close shop and head home.

It’s not that late, Zhixie surmises, and turns back to Maotong. “Perhaps another try?”

Maotong groans. “Ge, I’m never going to get this right-“

Zhixie pats Maotong on the back gently. “Chaoze had really bad first tries too,” he offers. “As long as you keep practising, it should be oka-“

Wham!

Zhixie winces - it’s the third time this week someone’s walked into their glass doors, he should really put up a sign.

Four pairs of eyes track Chaoze as he pushes past the tulips to unlock the entrance.

There’s a click as Chaoze turns the key, and the first thing Zhixie hears the moment Chaoze pushes the first glass panel open is non-stop cursing. He’s tempted to cover his part-timer’s ears, but before he can turn to Maotong, he feels Maotong’s fingers digging into his arm.

“That’s them!” Maotong whispers, eyes wide.

“Who?”

“The ones at the cafe this afternoon, the ones talking about us!”

Zhixie blinks up at the boy. The ones talking about... what?

A clear voice rings from the door. “My god, get up, they’re going to think we’re complete idio- Hi! I’m Ruotian and this injured fool is Jingzuo. We’re here to look for Zhixie?”

Zhixie sighs and pushes past the table he and Maotong were working at. He didn’t expect Yanjun’s cousins to have moved in already - Yanjun made it sound like they were moving in next month at the earliest.

He steps past Honglin on the stairs, earning a soft meow from where the cat is nestled in Honglin’s arms.

The twins look a little different from what he remembers. The younger one has another helix piercing in his left ear (Zhixie vaguely remembers Yanjun mentioning it) and a sword poking out from under his right shirt sleeve. His face is a thunderstorm; Zhixie isn’t entirely sure if it’s because of his angry eyebrows or the fact that he just walked into their glass door.

The older twin has bleached hair now, and the sleeve Zhixie remembers has extended up to his neck, dragon peeking out from his collar. His eyes are hard and wary, almost as if he expects Zhixie to say something about his tattoos. Not that Zhixie is surprised - if they were planning to open a tattoo parlour, Zhixie would have expected good tattoo work at the least.

“Hi! I’m Yanjun’s cousin. We’re in the middle of wrapping up, but if you can give us a couple minutes, we can lock up and head out for dinner or something?”

The older twin nods, face relaxing, and he gestures to his brother. “We’ll wait for you outside then.”

The younger one looks like he’s about to say something, eyebrows furrowed, but there’s a soft meow between their feet.

Honglin’s eyes widen and he makes to move forward. He has no idea how Strawberry left his arms so fast, but he knows it took forever for her to trust them and he knows she isn’t good with strangers and he knows she’s going to be terrified of the man with shadows of annoyance all over his face and-  

“Hi, baby... you’re so pretty, look at you... you’re such a soft little angel, hi...”

Honglin blinks. Said man is kneeling on the ground as Strawberry rubs along his thigh - he looks absolutely delighted. His fingers find their way to her neck, and Honglin watches in amazement as she instantly purrs and cranes her neck for more.

He hears a mutter behind him, “On second thought, can we wait here while you lock up... I feel like if we try to pull him away from the cat, he might cry...”

“Ah- ah, okay...”

______

It’s hard not to spot, reviews say. There are apparently tables of flowers lined up outside the shophouse’s folding doors, rows of tulips and roses and carnations brightening up the entire street, a spring of life in an otherwise grey lane.

Except... you can’t seem to find it.

You peer at the instructions on your Google Maps app, but for some reason your location refuses to refresh. It’s the worst timing, really, especially when you’re supposed to meet your mother for her birthday celebration in half an hour and you haven’t gotten the flowers you were supposed to get.

There’s a tinkling sound from behind, and you move out of the way just in time for a mint bicycle to slow down right beside you.

“Lost?” A kind voice asks.

You look up gratefully. The man’s eyes are crinkled up in a cotton-soft smile, and his hair slightly messy, no doubt tousled by the bike ride. You also can’t help but notice that the man’s bicycle basket is laden with flowers, and the book bag he has slung across his pink apron is filled with more. Sunshine Flower Shop is supposed to be the only florist in this area, so...

“I think you’re the one I’m looking for.”

A startled laugh bursts out of him, and you flush. Definitely wasn’t supposed to come out of your mouth.

You rush to clarify and he waves your stammers away, chuckling and dismounting his bike. He starts pushing, a silent gesture for you to follow him. “We’re over on the next avenue.”

He carries conversation effortlessly, voice as golden as sunflowers. You talk about the cafes you pass, the reviews you’ve read, the cobblestones under your feet; you talk about the flowers your mother likes, the flowers in season, the flowers your mother likes that are in season and in almost no time at all, you’re both standing in front of a coral shophouse.

The reviews were right - it’s beautiful. There’s a balcony right above the entrance, all white shuttered doors and cast-iron railings. The name “Sunshine Flower Shop” is carefully hand-painted onto glass bi-fold doors, gold letters glinting in the late afternoon sun. There are tables wheezing under the weight of endless vases and succulents, and you have to brush past daisies and lilies to get to the entrance.

The inside is a dream, glass vases lining the walls with more flowers than you can name. There’s a short flight of stairs up from the main area to a mezzanine that, as far as you can tell, is warmly lit with even more botanicals. You can see no apparent organisation to the placement of the flowers, but the myriad of colours is enough to put a smile on your face.

“I’m back,” the man calls out, propping his bicycle against the open glass door.

“So soon?” A head pops out from behind stalks of snapdragons and begonias. He pushes a pair of round glasses up his nose. “Honglin’s still out on his delivery.”

Honglin, you think. The name appeared in quite a few of the reviews you’ve read, along with Chaoze and Zhixie. You turn to your right, embarrassed that you never thought to ask the man for his name on your way here, but find that he has already moved halfway up the stairs.

He waits for you to join him on the mezzanine before gesturing to the wall on your right. “This is our Mothers wall. You mentioned she likes orchids?”

At your nod, his long fingers deftly pick out pink orchids (“Elegance and femininity,” he says) and pink carnations (“A mother’s love.”). He adds in a few sprigs of greens and Queen Anne’s Lace (“Sanctuary and delicacy,” he tells you) before holding the stalks up for your approval.

You nod in awe - the way the meaning of each flower rolls off his tongue, smooth as butter, while his fingers reach out for stalks of the right size and shade just reminds you how well-versed he is in his business.

You leave Sunshine Flower Shop less than five minutes later, armed with the most beautiful bouquet and a name tucked high in your cheek like a sweet a child has learnt to savour.

Zhixie, you say to yourself. Qiu Zhixie.

[mymbios]

Old Town - With wide sidewalks and mature trees, the Old Town district is the residential area of Valenport. Most homes date back to the 1920s and line the streets of family friendly neighborhoods. Bike paths and parks are spread throughout the area, making it a very walkable part of town. Everything you need is just a stone’s throw away from the Old Town district.

- town hall

- library

- newspaper

- fire department

- dentist

- doctor

- school: named for the Vice President at the time of incorporation of Valenport, [Blank] Academy is a three floored historic building. The first floor serves kindergarten to fifth grade, the second floor serves sixth to ninth grade, and the third floor serves grades tenth to twelfth.

- church

- law firm

- drug store

- food truck: wickedwich takes your average sandwich and turns it on its head. Every week the menu consists of new, exciting options to try.

- grocery store: [blank] has been family owned and operated since the early 1970s. They take pride in keeping their shelves stocked with organic and locally made products and friendly customer service.

Old Town (Riverfront) - Old Town’s Riverfront district houses restaurants, cafes and craft shops. It’s half-mile-long, cobblestone pedestrian promenade is one of the city's major attractions for tourists and locals alike. Aside from its picturesque views, the Riverfront district often has street performers playing music for all to enjoy. The Riverfront is a great place for a relaxing, family friendly evening or somewhere to escape the heat on a summer day.

- antiques shop

- bakery

- coffee shop/bookstore

- restaurant

- restaurant

- art studio/art gallery

- Irish pub

- restaurant/bar

Downtown - The Downtown district of Valenport is the newest and fastest growing part of the area. Main street is filled with shops and restaurants to fit anyone’s interest, tourist or local. With walkability being a top priority throughout all of Valenport, the Downtown district is no different. Make sure to bring your walking shoes if you choose to spend your day wandering through the streets of Downtown.

- florist

- general store - the general store is the closest thing you’ll find to a big box or department store in Valenport. There’s everything from toys to tires and paint to plants in the building that takes up an entire city block. Anything they don’t have in stock, can be ordered and delivered within two business days.

- pet store

- consignment shop

- sandwich shop

- tattoo shop

- salon

- record store

- stationary store

- dance studio

- gym/yoga studio

- restaurant

Beach

- juice bar

- restaurant

- beachwear store

- arcade

Campground

- supply store

- bait and tackle store

- restaurant

- community center

Resort

- golf course

- casino

- restaurant

- spa

[bamby0304]

Season’s Special: Chapter 1

Spring: March

Summary: Life was simple. You worked at the local cafe, starting your days baking some pies before setting off to serve customers. Everything was routine, all year round. Nothing changed. As a creature of habit you were quite content living your life the way it was. But when a flannel wearing flirt walks into the cafe one morning you begin to wonder if maybe you’re missing something...

Over the next twelve months things start to change. Over four seasons your world is turned upside down... only question is, is it for better or for worse?

Masterlist

Warnings: None so far :):)

Bamby

Riding along the edge of the road on your bike, a basket full of bright and beautiful flowers you’d just bought from the florist, you smiled to yourself. Spring was upon your sweet Kansas town. Flowers blossomed, birds chirped, the skies were blue with cute, fluffy, white clouds floating around like large pillows of cotton candy. You waved to all the locals, receiving friendly ‘hellos’ and ‘mornings’ in return.

Today was going to be a great day. You could feel it.

Turning to the path on your left, you slowed down and came to a stop outside the cute and quaint corner cafe. Sitting outside, tied to a nearby pole, was a beautiful Staffordshire Bull Terrier, his mouth stretched into a smile of his own.

“Hey, buddy.” You leaned down to scratch the dog behind his ears.

His tail wagged in response. His head turning to lick your hand.

Laughing, you pulled back to stand straight again, your eyes looking through the window of the corner shop. Your shop.

Sugar and Spice was your pride and joy. Your very own café in the town you had come to love and call home. It was everything you had ever dreamed.

Recycled wood was used to make each piece of furniture, which had been hand crafted by a local carpenter- the piece that hadn’t been made were all from the local vintage and second-hand store. White paint covered the previously exposed brick walls which were part of the nearly century old building. Beautiful green vines and climbers hung around in pots along shelves, with some flowers mixed in to add colour. Large windows looked out onto the busy street and park across the road, letting light pour in at all hours of the day.

Above the store was your very own apartment. People had thought it was odd you’d decided to buy the whole building and not lease the apartment out, but you had wanted to be as close to the store as possible so you could work to your hearts content.

Every day you came down to the shop, early in the morning, before the birds had even woken, and spent hours baking in the kitchen, working away, doing what you loved most. Then you would leave the shop in good hands… Tom and Susie’s hands.

Tom was efficient and hard working. If you told him to spend the day cleaning the shop you knew you’d come back to shining glass and polished cutlery. He never left a job half done. But you’d never expect that just by looking at him. Not with his disheveled and straw-like sandy blonde hair- which you’d never seen brushed. Not when his whole wardrobe seemed to consist of un-ironed and faded t-shirts, wrinkled jeans, and an assortment of hoodies.

His social skills were just as unkempt as his appearance. Sure, he had manners and could manage pleasantries when on the front counter, but there were times he didn’t know when to reign in his blatantly honest opinions and comments.

You didn’t mind though.

When he’d walked into the shop and ordered a coffee one busy morning you couldn’t help but be impressed when he chose to clear all the vacant tables of any plates and mugs while he was waiting for his drink. In the two and a half years he’d worked for you, you’d learnt to love him and all his quirks.

Susie was what you’d expect… all bubbly giggles and bright blue-eyed smiles. Every day was the best day for her. She never saw the bad in any situation or person, and always found the time to make the customers smile. This sometimes meant she was a little too distracted to work, but people loved her bubbliness, and you couldn’t help but love it too.

It had been a quiet afternoon just over a year ago when she’d walked in, dressed in a rainbow dress and heels that added to her already towering height, with her red ringlets cut into a bob and pulled out of her face with a white cat ear headband. You didn’t see any reason why you shouldn’t hire her, and were thankful for that decision ever since.

Both Susie and Tom had been outsiders in the community. Most people had found Susie intimidating with how loud and cheerful she always was, while Tom had been avoided for his frankness. But now they were both loved and respected members of the community, and part of the small family you’d made in a town where you’d once been a stranger.

Smile still on your face, you left the dog and headed inside, carrying the bouquet of flowers you’d brought with you.

“Hey, boss!” Susie beamed, her eyes shining happily as they landed on the flowers. “Oh, wow! They’re gorgeous.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle lightly at the bright outfit she’d chosen today. With a pair of white lace flats, a yellow dress, a floral apron that seemed to have all the colours of the rainbow on it and a daisy headband, her outfit conveyed her personality perfectly.

“Thanks, Sues.”

You walked around the tables and around the counter, coming to stand beside her as she waited by the glass display of cakes, cookies, pastries and pies. Placing the flowers on the bench you reached under the counter to grab the crystal vase that sat next to the extra business cards you kept there.

“Oh, I’ll go fill that with some water.” Susie offered, taking the vase before you could say a word. She dashed around the corner and into the kitchen with a skip in her step as she hummed a light tune.

“So, how’s everything been going this morning? Everything good?” You asked, reaching into the display to straighten a tray that was out of place.

Coming back to the front room, with water now in the vase, Susie hummed a simple yes. “No problems here. Unless you count Mr Jeffers and Tom arguing about global warming again.” She giggled lightly.

As if waiting for his name to be mentioned, Tom’s head poked through the open window that looked into the kitchen behind you. “It’s not my fault the old fart comes in every damn morning when he knows I’ll be on till duty. And it’s certainly not my fault he can’t keep his nonsense opinions to himself.”

Sighing, a small smile tugging on your lips, you turned to give him a pointed look. “What have I told you, Tom?”

“Smile, nod, and keep my mouth shut. I know.” He rolled his eyes. “But how can I when I have to deal with idiots like him day in and day out?”

“I have to deal with you.” You grinned cheekily.

Susie giggled, placing the vase on the counter. “The boss is right, T. You’re a lot of hard work, but we manage.”

“You manage because I’m capable of having an intellectual conversation… and both of you hate washing the dishes.” He countered. “Besides, I’m hardly the worst out of the three of us. Sues, you’re practically a constantly talking, grinning rainbow on legs.” He looked to you then. “While you’re a workaholic who refuses to have a life outside of this store. I mean… when’s the last time you had a day off?”

“It’s true.” Susie agreed with him.

“First of all, I am not a workaholic. Secondly, you both made me have 3 days off for my birthday. And lastly, I’m the boss. Don’t question me.” You told them, trying not to sound offended.

They were right though. Your life outside the café was pretty much non-existent. But the place required a lot of attention, and you didn’t feel like there was anything else that deserved your focus. This was your love and life.

“We’re just saying, maybe you should get out there and… I don’t know… date?” Susie shrugged, her hip leaning on the counter.

Walking away from the window, Tom headed over to the doorway between the backroom and kitchen before nodding his head at you. “How long’s it been since you’ve gotten any, anyway?”

“Oh, my God. You two are absurd and insane. My sex life has got nothing to do with either of you. And I would prefer it if we didn’t discuss it in the middle of the store.” You snapped in a harsh whisper.

“I don’t know… it seems like a perfectly fine conversation to have. I’m kind of curious myself now.” A new voice spoke up.

Cheeks red with embarrassment, you turned to see a customer standing by the till, waiting to be served. But what made it ever worse was the fact he had to be one of the best-looking people you had ever laid eyes on.

He was taller. Taller than Susie, which was something you didn’t see often. He had short light brown hair, that would probably look almost blonde in certain lights. The faintest hint of stubble lined his jaw line, which was the most defined jawline you had ever seen. His lips were curved into a charming and cheeky grin, a shade of pink that looked good enough to bite. His eyes though? That’s what made your heart skip a beat.

Green. They were a beautiful green. The kind of colour that’s only ever describe in stories, the kind you never thought actually existed. And they were breathtakingly gorgeous. You would bet a million dollars that if someone had those eyes hundreds of years ago they would have been worshiped like a God.

“Hi!” Susie was beaming in an instant, the conversation dropped as if it had never occurred. All she cared about at that moment was perfect customer service, like always. “How can I help you?”

“Two coffees, please. Black.” The man responded.

You’d just been about to turn to get the coffees yourself, but Susie was already gone. Then the phone in the kitchen began to ring, giving you a second chance to leave. But, of course, Tom called out that he had it, leaving you standing there stewing in your embarrassment.

The guy seemed to notice you discomfort and opted to change the subject. “Pie!” He beamed, looking to the display.

Silently thankful for the reprieve, you nodded and gestured to the assortment of pies on display. “Yeah. Today we have banana cream, raspberry pie, lemon meringue, and our season’s special,” you pointed to the pies that sat on the top shelf, “peach and blueberry.”

“Season special?” He hummed interest. “Are pies your speciality or something?”

“They’re the best in town!” A customer seated in the corner cheered.

You blushed lightly, shrugging modestly. “People seem to love them.”

“So, what’s so special about blueberries and peaches?”

“Well… there’s a secret ingredient in each season’s special… which I obviously can’t reveal, but it does make this pie different from any of the peach and blueberry pies we make any other time of the year.” You grinned lightly.

His interest seemed to increase at the mystery of the dessert. “I’ll take one.”

“Slice?”

“No. The whole thing.” He grinned back, being completely serious.

A little surprised- it was rare to sell a whole pie to a new customer- you grabbed a box for the pie just as Susie came out with the two coffees. She ran the order through the till, the customer handed over the money- which included a small and probably unnecessary tip- before he grabbed the box and drinks from the counter, flashing a smile in your direction again.

“Maybe I’ll see you around?”

“It is a small town.” You commented. Later you would mentally kick yourself for how stupid you’d sounded.

Chuckling lightly, he reached over and took a business card from the counter before turning and walking out the door. You stood there and watched, catching him looking back at you with that grin still plastered on his face.

You didn’t realise it then… but your life was never going to be the same after that day.

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jungkook likes the dog cafe a few blocks away from the university. after a particularly gruelling statistics lesson, he enjoys taking his bike from the dorms all the way to the quaint shop nestled between a coffee shop and a hipster boutique.

puppy pals is a relatively small store, with an almost homely setting, with its mismatched cushions and seemingly random framed photographs on the creme walls. there are always new flowers every time jungkook drops by, though he guesses that's because the owner, yoongi, has a thing for the pink-haired florist next door.

today, jungkook sneaks out of their 'self-study' stats class to go hang out with the dogs. puppy pals is almost always relatively empty when jungkook's around, the only other occupants being yoongi's grandmother, and some high schoolers who prefer to stay with a bunch of dogs rather than stay in cram school. jungkook can't blame them, though, he definitely sees the appeal.

“hey, hyung,” he calls out after having locked his bike onto the rack just outside the shop, pushing the door open. yoongi's dark head pops up from behind the counter where he was evidently cleaning something a dog had dropped.

“oh, hey, kid. shouldn't you still be in class?”

“self-study,” is all he says, squatting down and making cooing noises at the few puppies who are still awake. they like taking naps after eating lunch — he thinks it's something they learnt from yoongi. “aww, cloud, you're so cute today!”

another thing that makes puppy pals such an attractive place to him is how yoongi only owns rescued dogs. they're not all perfect; cloud is one of the worst off, with patches of missing fur and an angry scar across his snout, but he's so sweet that jungkook finds him truly adorable and only truly adorable.

“where's holly?” he asks, looking for yoongi's favourite chocolate toy poodle. at this, yoongi's face twists into something like dejection.

“he's sick upstairs," he admits, wiping his hands off on a rag. "he's been vomiting everything he eats for a day, now. called in a vet."

"a vet?"

"a doctor for animals."

"i know what a vet is," he sighs. "i meant, are they here?"

"yeah," yoongi says, "upstairs with holly. you can go see him if you want, check on him for me, yeah?"

"m'kay," jungkook agrees easily and scoops cloud into his arms as he steps over the other dogs and makes his way to the stairs. the apartment above the cafe is as quaint and homey as everything else, with worn carpets and numerous cushions lying about. he almost trips once or twice over stray dog toys, following the sound of holly's whimpers.

"aww, baby," someone coos deeply, "it's fine, i've got you."

the vet, jungkook thinks absently, and pushes on the door.

he very nearly drops cloud, who squirms impatiently at being held aloft for too long, at the sight of a man with the most beautiful eyes rubbing circles into holly's stomach with his fingertips.

"oh," he says, eyes curving with his smile. jungkook feels faint. "i'm just soothing holly's stomach. are you a part-timer here?"

he gently lowers cloud and tries not to squirm himself. a mask covers the lower half of the man's face, but jungkook can tell that he's definitely very attractive. "i," he clears his throat. "um, no, actually. i'm a customer? um. yoongi hyung's friend."

"i see," the man says, still smiling. "come here. holly should be relatively okay, now. he'd need to take some medicine but i can hand the prescription to yoongi hyung before i leave."

"i see," he says lamely, and kneels by holly, who keens and noses his hand. "aw, poor thing, you."

"it's just a bit of a bug," the man tells him, voice slightly muffled. "he must've eaten something or was fed something by a customer that didn't agree with his stomach." he scratches a finger behind holly's ear, the dog's tail wagging in delight. "hm, your tummy didn't agree, did it?" holly wriggles and makes little puppy sounds. jungkook is enamoured — with both the pup and the half-hidden veterinarian.

"i'm jungkook," he blurts out, "jeon jungkook."

“kim taehyung," he replies, reaching out for a brisk handshake. his long fingers and big palm absolutely swallow jungkook's comparatively small hand. it makes something warm twinge in his chest.

"what's with the, uh." he gestures to his face. "the mask."

taehyung laughs and shrugs. "i'm allergic to dogs."

"oh." he pauses. "that's...ironic."

taehyung laughs easily and tugs the mask down. "i suppose it is, isn't it?"

jungkook wants to cry. his entire face is more beautiful than anything has the right to be. how is that possible?

"i don't mind though. as long as i don't breathe in too deeply, i should be fine."

jungkook hums, awkwardly staring at his face then at the two puppies who lazily play by their feet. yoongi's living room is littered with knotted rope, rag dolls, and toy bones. jungkook feels abruptly like he's in a nursery. he pulls his bottom lip into his mouth and chews anxiously, trying to ease the tension in his shoulders with pain.

he is surprised to feel a thumb gently tugging at his lip until it pops free from behind his teeth. with wide eyes, he stares at taehyung who only smiles pleasantly, lips stretched into a charming grin. "cute."

”what's cute?" jungkook's brain feels fried.

"you," he answers breezily, as though that single word didn't send something like electricity shooting down jungkook's spine. "you're cute. but you shouldn't do that, you'll hurt yourself."

he nibbles on his bottom lip anxiously on reflex before realising what he's just done and settling for pursing his lips instead. "sorry."

"a bunny."

"pardon?" taehyung leans forward, eyes searching jungkook's face and nose almost brushing with his. then he leans back, smiling in a frustratingly enigmatic way. "you're a bunny."

he sputters. "excuse me?" then, "is it the teeth? because i swear my teeth aren't that bucked."

"hm, they are a bit, though," taehyung muses. jungkook flushes in embarrassment. "they're very cute." he flushes darker.

"anyway," taehyung announces, pushing himself onto his feet and reaching into his trousers for a card. with the pen clipped onto his shirt pocket, he scribbles something on the back of the card. "so, here's the medicine that holly would need. i have to be somewhere else soon, so please relay to yoongi hyung the following."

"um." he is a bit bewildered. "sure."

"great!" taehyung beams, looking up from what he's writing briefly before looking away again. "the medicine should dissolve in the food — stick to dog food for the moment, no human food until we can determine what exactly caused holly to react like this. small servings three times a day. i've written down the dosage, so don't worry about it."

jungkook blinks. "okay."

"okay!" taehyung goes, capping his pen and slipping his card into jungkook's open hand. 'kim taehyung, veterinarian,' it says, along with his professional number and the name of the clinic he works at. "my personal number's on the back in case you need to call."

"what — why would i need to call?" taehyung only winks at him, tugging up the mask over his nose and reaching down to pat each of the dogs on their heads. "see you lot soon, probably." to jungkook, "you hopefully sooner. i don't only treat dogs, you know. goodbye!"

"um. bye?" it's only when taehyung's left yoongi's apartment, shutting the door behind him, that jungkook, while running over the instructions he'd been given in his mind, flips over the card. the name of the medicine is there in long penmanship, along with the dosage and where to best purchase them. as expected.

what isn't expected are the doodled whiskers and ears, forming something like a disjointed rabbit head, with a number on the side and a note: 'i treat bunnies, too. for coffee or ice cream especially. call me, bunny!