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Jumin week Day 5: tea/coffee

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A/N: I wasn't feeling really good yesterday, so i didn't really get to write something for jumin week, but i at least thought about it and came up with an idea! So it's just a small Imagine or drabble or something. Enjoy!

The little ring of the door bell nearly got a constant sound for you, and you wondered when the day will come where you didn't notice it anymore. It was really busy over the last week and your customers were either very joyful and kind or in a pretty bad mood, not even saying thank you or a hello.

Despite the hard work you really loved working in that small coffee shop. Enjoying the smell of freshly brewed coffee or tea and getting to talk to people was a nice way to keep yourself occupied after your break up.

Today was a different day though. You didn't even get to talk properly to the regulars, because there were so many people coming in. There even was a line with people waiting to get inside. Your eyes glanced nervously over the folks standing outside while you prepared the next order. While recognizing some of the faces, there were also some you did never see before. Especially one guy who stood outside took your attention. He wore a suit, and was currently speaking with someone over the phone. His dark hair looked disheveled and wild and you wondered if he ever used a comb or a brush before.

~~

"Please son, reconsider and talk to her, you maybe even start liking Sarah. She's a nice girl and Glam and I would really like it if it work out." The voice over the phone said yet again.

Jumin sighed, there was no way he would listen to his father this time. This girl came to his home, without even knocking on the door and just invaded his precious privacy, as Luciel would call it.

"No father I won't reconsider. You need to clear your head and your heart. Are you really willing to sell of your son because of a company you never even heard of before? Look I have to go, this talk is not over." And with that he pressed the red button.

Another sigh escaped his lips and he ran a hand through his hair. Man, this wet weather really makes it look like he didn't even brushed it before he left the house.

The next satisfied customer stepped out of the door and held the door open a little bit, so that Jumin could hurry inside. Being a guy with good manners he thanked him properly and wished him a nice day.

The shop smelled of freshly brewed coffee and the young man quickly took in all the little details. With a little bit of white paint the walls would really look fine in Jumins eyes. Right now it was a soft yellowish tone with some pictures in brown frames hanging on them. Here and there stood some small decorations which made the place seem full of live.

The customers could either sit on small comfortable couches or on dark wooden chairs, which where polstered with self sewed pillows as it seems.

The next person stepped up to the counter and placed his order. Without even saying hello and thank you. Didn't they learn how to properly place an order?

Then he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. He took a quick glance on the screen and wished he didn't. It was his father again. For a short time he wanted to answer the call but it would be rude to discuss family matters in cafe. He pressed the red button again and let the phone glide into his pocket again.

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"Hi how can I help you?" Jumin heard a soft voice speaking, only now realizing that it was his turn to order something.

He shook his head and stepped in front of the counter, figdeting with his cufflinks.

"I'd like to have a Coffee please."

He saw you blinking then you chuckled, a broad smile on your lips.

"Which brew would you like to have Mr.? And which size?" You held your finger up to show him the sign above your head. The odd dark eyes followed and read the sign thouroughly.

The customer behind Jumin placed a hand on his shoulder and stepped ahead. "Just take a seat and read the card there." The guy said, nearly hissing the words.

"Hey! It's not your turn now! Let him pick something first", you said and locked your eyes once again with the young man's.

"No it's ok, I think it's better if I sit down, I'm sorry." He said and took a look around to find a good place.

When he did, he sat down on a chair, quickly taking the card in his hand.

You sighed and took the next orders.

~~

Finally being able to walk around again was amazing. You loved this part of your job, and were glad when your colleague told you she needed a break and wanted to work behind the counter. She gave you a quick impact of the tables who already got something and threw her head into the direction of the dark haired suit-man.

"He's watching you, you know? I bet he's super weird..." Your colleague giggled.

"I don't think he is. He doesn't look too happy, don't you think?" You said, while reaching out for your hair to put it in a ponytail.

"Who the fuck enters this place only to order a coffee without even knowing which brew he wants, Mc?"

"Maybe he didn't know better."

And with that you leaved her standing behind the counter, walking over to the table the suit-man sat at.

"Hey again, have you found something?"

"Hello, I'd like to have a coffee, the columbian brew, medium size, and an espresso afterwards please." He looked up from the card and smiled kindly. You could tell it was a fake smile and somehow you began to feel sorry for whatever happened to this guy.

"Ok, then, one columbian coming right up, I serve the epresso later, ok?"

You waited for him to nod and turned around to take care od the other guests. There was something about this guy that fascinated you. Maybe it was the suit, you always had a thing for them, or the dark hair?

While shaking your head to snap out of your mind you prepared the next orders. Then you got an idea, maybe a small piece of cake could light him up.

~~

Wherever Jumin went, he always got into the center of attention. It was strange how some people always seem to recognize him. But he was glad that nobody wanted to take a picture of him right now or worse than that talk to him.

Shifting around on the pillow he sat on he glanced up, seeing you walking around the cafe, small talking with an old lady, even with your heavy looking tablet in your hand you still wore that kind smile on your lips. He didn't know why but you really fascinated him.

When you came up to his table again placing a little plate before him he tilted his head. "I'm sorry, but I didn't order that..." He was about to sad something more, but couldn't. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw that unfriendly guy from early, he didn't look where he was going and bumped into you. You tried keeping the balance of the tablet but lose the fight and the cup of coffee fell.

Right onto Jumins suit. He hissed because of the hot coffee and grabbed the cup. Catching it before it hit the ground. With a wince he looked at you. Your eyes were wide in shock and the first thing you could think of were the tissues on the table. Threwing them onto the young man you wanted to mop the hot liquid up. Tapping his upper leg and his torso with the tissues. The tissues however dissolved and one even left a red stain on his white shirt. He took your hands, throwing the tissues on the ground. He looked pissed. But he didn't look at you.

"Don't touch me, I'm ok.", He growled and jumped up to grab the arm of the other man.

"Don't you want to apologize?"

"Leave me alone. I don't have something to apologize for."

"Yes you do. You just bumped into them!"

"Mr, it's ok, come on I'll show you the toilet."

You grabbed his hand and he followed you. After closing the door you asked if he needed anything.

"I guess I'm ok. Thank you..." His voice was muffled through the door but you still like the dark tone of it.

"Mc, my name is Mc."

"I'm Jumin, ehm... Nice to meet you"

"Hey, I'm sorry you're having such a bad day. I wanted to make it better with that cake but I totally regret it now. I ruined your suit."

"You didn't do anything. Thank you." He opened the door a little and peaked through it. "Not for ruining my suit though. You don't happen to have a white shirt my size?"

You looked at him, and he was still smiling after all that happened. How was he able to do that?

"Actually we do. Here take this one." You gave him one out of the shelf and chuckled. "It's nowhere near as fancy as your old one but it'll do."

He closed the door again after grabbing the shirt and changed.

When he came our he held onto the dirty one in his hands, standing right before you. His eyes looking down on you and you blushed.

"You're cute. Thanks for helping me out." He said, making you blush even harder.

With one hand Jumin scratched the back of his neck, a little pink on the cheeks himself.

"I never introduced myself through a door before. It was fun talking to you, here take my card, if you ever want chat again." He bowed down and closed his eyes.

God he looked so wonderful in that moment that all you could think of was to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. His eyes grew wider at your reaction and he blushed.

Stumbling a few steps back you took the card and wrote your number on it.

"Let's do it like this, take my number and call me when you have a bad day, deal?"

"Deal."

And with that you turned around hurrying back to work, letting Jumin stand there on his own.

He leaned back against the wall looking at your number. God he really started to like you.