#i’m going to Lose My Mind when gokuluck’s bop drops

[azul-marie]

could you do a scenario of going on a cafe date with hajun?

hello! thanks for requesting! i do hope you enjoy your reading, and that you’re doing well. ❤️

note: fem. reader

genre: romance

characters: yeon hajun.

there are sugar flakes sparkling atop layers and frills of fruit with whipped cream crowned upon a perfectly sliced sliver of cake.

there are cream hearts drawn on your latte, sprinkled with a mix of cinnamon and nutmeg, the freshly grated kind that makes your nose scrunch up from its intensity.

his americano is iced and nearly finished, as is his equally, perfect sliver of basque cheesecake he gingerly spoons into his mouth, amused eyes peering at you over the rim of his glasses.

hajun can tell the atmosphere of this high-end korean cafe is much too new to you. your pretty face betrays wonder, a tender curiosity of the sights around you. how you admire the handmade silverware, the oversized mugs, the vintage plates upon which works of artful treats are served. there are trinkets on the walls and across tables, plants and hanging flowers in every nook. it’s familiar to him. he’s thought nothing of this cultural decor popularized. it’s as if he’s experiencing it again with you, through your eyes, with each savoring sip of coffee and every lick of sweets from spoons.

“no need to be shy. i’ll order you another slice should you like it.” says hajun, a pointed look at your plate. you’ve hardly made a dent.

your lashes flutter as you laugh. “it’s not that. it’s just too pretty to eat. i can’t help not wanting to ruin it.”

“hm, i thought you already posted about it.” his spoon inches close to the cream of your cake, teasing. you fight him back with your own in hand.

“i did! it’s still way too pretty though.”

hajun hums. he watches your careful movements regardless, sips and nibbles and prodding of elegant, edible designs. it makes him impatient, only because he wishes to see you enjoy yourself without restraint. then at last, an idea. his lips curl up, a mischievous grin, and his fingers brush the soft of your hand across the table.

“jagi, let me taste it.”

your brow raises in question of his suddenness. but it is hajun after all, and he is known for his coy. you think nothing of it and present him a gracious taste, much more than you’d had yourself.

his lips wrap around the curve of your spoon far longer than necessary, rosy eyes locked on yours with their ever present mirth in the iris. you play it off, roll your eyes, ignore how warmth colors your cheeks. it is hajun, after all.

“it’s lovely,” he purrs, resting his cheek on his palm as he chews, “jagi, if you don’t eat it soon, i’ll have no choice but to finish it myself.”

“i can finish it all on my own, thank you.”

hajun has the gall to feign doubt. “can you?”

you pout. “of course.”

still with his cheek on his palm of his hand, hajun leans forward, bumping tips of noses together, rosy eyes on rosy cheeks. “maybe it’ll be sooner if i fed you instead.”

your face is sweeter than frilly cakes or coffee. he chuckles seeing how you shrink away, mumbling and fumbling over your words from his mere innocent suggestion. you are slow to stop his spoon from dipping down the layers of your cake, at once dislodging its beauty you so tried to cherish. you are also slow to protest his carelessness, for he taps his utensil on your lips like a knock on a door, awaiting invitation, stopping any and all coherent thought you may have had.

“open wide, jagi. have a taste with me.”

hajun delights in your embarrassment. though not all blackhearted this prince may be, softened by a true love’s kiss. his mouth falls into a smile soft as you meekly accept his gift, lips parting and tongue lapping, keeping eyes low to keep from meeting his. yet he can see how they light up with pleasure, no doubt finding it delectable. you murmur something similar as you scoop up another bite for yourself, looking up in time to share a smile with him.

“see?” hajun says. “lovely indeed. well, just not as lovely as you.”