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⤷ wish that i could !

yn, a part-time barista, and daniela, a busy university student, have never crossed paths despite frequenting the same cafe. their schedules have always kept them apart--until finals season at ADMU forces daniela to adjust her routine. as late-night study sessions and caffeine cravings bring her to yn's shift.

14. night ride + written (919 words)

daniela stood near the entrance of fully booked, her fingers curled tightly around the handles of a paper bag. she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her eyes scanning the street for yn’s unmistakable car. the dark blue mazda mx-5 soft top pulled up, sleek and gleaming in the late afternoon light, its engine purring softly. the car was undeniably yn—bold but understated, classic with a touch of flair.

yn stepped out with a grin, her hand hidden behind her back. “hey,” she said, walking up to daniela. without another word, she revealed a bouquet of wildflowers, a delicate burst of color and scent.

daniela’s cheeks flushed as she accepted the bouquet, her heart racing as yn opened the passenger door for her. she slid into the low, leather seat, placing the paper bag carefully on her lap.

as they headed toward antipolo, yn reached up and folded the soft top back, letting the cool provincial breeze sweep through the car. daniela laughed, her hair whipping around her face as she leaned back, taking in the open sky. the city faded behind them, replaced by rolling hills and the quiet charm of yn’s hometown.

the hum of the car engine was the only sound filling the quiet night air. the ride from ateneo to yn’s hometown was short, but for daniela, it felt like stepping into a new world. the city lights faded behind them, giving way to quieter streets, the occasional bark of a dog, and the rustle of leaves in the wind.

when yn parked the car at the top of a cliff overlooking quezon city, daniela didn’t expect the view to steal her breath. the city sprawled beneath them like a canvas, twinkling with lights that blurred into a gentle glow, the stars above mirroring the pattern below. the wind carried with it the scent of rain and distant earth, a comforting whisper of the world outside.

yn opened her door first. “come on,” she said, her voice soft yet insistent.

daniela followed her out, the cool breeze brushing against her skin. she shivered slightly, pulling her jacket tighter around herself. yn led her to the edge—where they could see the view more—the city sparkled like a treasure chest spilled open below them. the stars above mirrored the scene, twinkling against the velvet black sky.

“wow,” daniela murmured, her breath hitching as she took it all in. the lights of the city stretched endlessly, like a sea of fireflies caught in a moment of stillness.

the scent of rain and distant earth, a comforting whisper of the world outside.

“why’d you bring me here?” daniela asked, her voice softer than she intended.

yn leaned against the hood of the car, arms crossed, her gaze fixed on the horizon. “this is kind of my safe place,” she admitted, a faint smile playing on her lips. “when I was younger, i’d come here whenever the world felt too big or too loud. no one ever bothered me here. It’s just me, the sky, and the quiet.”

daniela nodded, the vulnerability in yn’s words settling in her chest. she didn’t press further, sensing the weight of the unspoken stories beneath the surface. instead, she joined her, leaning against the car, the silence between them stretching like a bridge.

"and that's why i wanted to share it with you.” she glanced at daniela, her gaze earnest. “you said you didn’t really have a place like this. somewhere to just breathe.”

they didn’t need to fill the quiet. the stars above seemed to whisper for them, a million tiny secrets shared between the two. daniela had always thought love was loud and consuming, a storm that left her feeling hollow. but this silence? this stillness? it was unsettlingly peaceful.

but it wasn’t long before their quiet moment turned into an exchange of stories. yn told her about growing up in her hometown, the struggles of trying to carve out an identity in a world that felt too small.

in return, daniela spoke of her confusion—her doubts about who she was and who she was meant to be. she told yn about the tangled mess of her past relationships, the pain she’d carried, and the questions she didn’t know how to answer. yn listened, her eyes never leaving daniela’s face, her hand occasionally brushing hers as if to remind her she wasn’t alone.

“you trust me a lot,” daniela said after a long pause, her voice hesitant. “i don’t understand why.”

yn shrugged, her gaze never leaving the horizon. “maybe because i see something in you. something worth trusting. and you remind me of me. or at least the me I was trying to hide."

daniela swallowed hard, her chest tightening. she wasn’t used to this—this quiet understanding, this gentle faith. “it’s strange. we barely know each other, but it feels like we do.”

yn smiled, a soft, knowing smile that reached her eyes. “some people are like that. they just click. you don’t need years to build trust. sometimes, it’s just there.”

the air between them shifted, heavier with the weight of unspoken truths. daniela hesitated before she spoke, her voice trembling slightly. “i’m the one figuring things out and not my friend. still figuring about myself. about everything. I thought I knew love, but I don’t think I’ve ever felt it the way I’m supposed to.”

yn didn’t reply immediately. instead, she reached out, her hand warm as it rested on daniela’s hand. the touch was gentle, grounding, as if to remind daniela that she wasn’t alone in this moment. yn didn’t push, didn’t pry. she simply stayed.

“it’s okay,” yn said, her voice steady and kind. “you don’t have to figure it all out right now. you’re allowed to take your time and just like i said at your 'hypothetical' situation, friend or not. don't rush things especially if you're not certain.”

daniela’s chest ached at the words, at the softness of them. love had never been like this for her—quiet, reassuring, patient. it had always demanded too much, left her feeling empty and small. but here, on this cliff, with yn’s hand over hers, it felt different.

the silence between them stretched again, but this time it wasn’t heavy. it was light, like the weight of the stars above them, distant yet comforting.

for the first time in a long time, daniela let herself exhale. she let herself believe that maybe, just maybe, love didn’t have to hurt. maybe it could be this—a quiet moment on a cliff, a warm hand in hers, and the promise of something new.

and as she closed her eyes, the soft breeze carrying the scent of hope, she let herself believe that yn was right. she didn’t have to have it all figured out.

not yet.

not here.

for now, this was enough.

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[castdust]

⤷ wish that i could !

yn, a part-time barista, and daniela, a busy university student, have never crossed paths despite frequenting the same cafe. their schedules have always kept them apart--until finals season at ADMU forces daniela to adjust her routine. as late-night study sessions and caffeine cravings bring her to yn's shift.

⤷ bleed by The Kid LAROI

16. pain and loss + written (1550 words)

pain and loss became yn’s best friend at an early age.

it came in the way her ex-girlfriend had smiled at her that first night—soft, tentative, the kind of smile that seemed to carry a question. yn had thought it was love back then, the way the girl had looked at her like she was something worth figuring out. but now, as she sat frozen in her seat across the gymnasium, she realized how cruel that smile had been. It hadn’t been a promise. It had been a test.

that she had failed.

or the way her mother’s hands trembled as she packed away the remnants of her father’s things after the divorce. the quiet rustle of cardboard boxes being taped shut, the hum of a vacuum cleaner erasing the last traces of his presence. loss didn’t scream—it whispered, insidious and sharp, sinking its claws into the fragile parts of her heart.

pain and loss was a lesson yn learned early, in ways both big and small. a broken toy, a pet goldfish floating lifeless in its bowl, the fading warmth of her grandmother’s hugs. but nothing had prepared her for the hollow ache that came with losing the people who promised to stay.

now, as she sat on the cold bleachers of the packed arena, the weight of it all pressed down on her chest. the cacophony of cheers and chants from rival schools felt like static in her ears. her gaze was locked on daniela, whose lithe figure moved with precision and grace across the gym floor, the lights catching the sheen of sweat on her forehead. her smile was radiant, infectious, and utterly unreachable.

yn couldn’t look away, even though every second of watching felt like swallowing shards of glass. she had memorized every expression on daniela’s face—the determined set of her jaw, the playful glint in her eyes during the routine, the way her cheeks dimpled when she laughed with her teammates. yn had dared to believe that smile was hers to hold, once.

the performance ended with a deafening roar from the crowd, but the ache in yn’s chest only grew heavier. she watched as daniela and her teammates hugged, jumping up and down in celebration. it should’ve been a beautiful moment, one to cheer for, to be proud of, but all yn could feel was the sharp sting of what she could never have.

it wasn’t until after the winners were announced that the world seemed to tilt. daniela, still glowing from the high of the performance, from her spot on the other side of the court, yn saw him—a tall, broad-shouldered DLSU basketball player, his jersey casually slung over his shoulder. he approached daniela with the kind of confidence that made yn’s stomach churn. his smile was easy, charming, and when he leaned in to talk to her, daniela laughed.

it was like being thrown into a memory she didn’t want to relive.

her ex-girlfriend had laughed like that too.

yn’s grip on the edge of the bleachers tightened as she watched the scene unfold. the basketball player handed daniela his phone, and she hesitated for only a moment before typing something into it. she handed it back to him with a smile, and he grinned wide, his hand brushing hers briefly before he turned to leave.

a lump rose in yn’s throat, hot and suffocating. the sound of the gym seemed to grow louder, the cheering crowd, the announcements, the celebratory music—all of it crashing over her like waves, drowning her in her own thoughts.

had she been wrong about daniela?

she had known daniela was questioning, and had thought they were navigating this labyrinth of emotions together. but now, it felt like she had been walking blindfolded while daniela had found the exit. had she discovered her truth, leaving yn as nothing more than an experiment? a fleeting phase?

it was like being sixteen again, watching her ex-girlfriend flirt with another boy at a party, laughing and touching his arm in the way she used to touch yn. it was the same hollow ache, the same sinking realization that she had never been enough—not for her ex, and now, not for daniela.

she thought about all the moments they’d shared—the late nights spent studying together, daniela’s sleepy voice on the phone when she’d call yn just to say goodnight, the way she’d light up when yn brought her coffee during practice. had yn made it all up in her head? had she imagined the way daniela’s eyes softened when they met hers? the way she seemed to lean into yn’s presence like it was the only thing keeping her steady?

or worse, was she just another experiment?

the thought clawed at her chest, sharp and unrelenting. it was the same fear she’d carried since her ex-girlfriend had admitted, tearfully, that yn had been her way of figuring things out. “i’m sorry,” she’d said, her voice breaking. “i thought I loved you, but I was just confused.”

confused.

the word made yn’s chest tighten, her breath coming in short, shallow bursts.

she blinked rapidly, she watched daniela laugh with her teammates, completely unaware of the storm brewing on the other side of the gym. how did I not see this before? the question clawed at her, bitter and accusatory.

yn wanted to scream, to cry, to do anything to stop the hurt from consuming her, but all she could do was sit there, frozen. 

her mind betrayed her, pulling her back to memories of her ex-girlfriend. the way she’d used yn to confirm her own identity, only to discard her when the answer became clear. the hollow excuses, the tears that never felt real, the way yn had been left to pick up the shattered pieces of her heart alone. now, she saw her ex in daniela’s position, and the resemblance was too much to bear.

yn’s chest felt hollow, her breaths shallow and uneven. she pressed her palms against her knees, willing herself to move, to stand, to leave before daniela saw her. but her legs felt like lead, her heart weighed down by the unbearable weight of what could have been.

for a moment, she allowed herself to imagine a different ending—one where daniela turned around, saw yn sitting there, and ran to her. one where she didn’t give her number to the basketball player, where she chose yn without hesitation, without question.

but that wasn’t reality.

in reality, yn was just the girl who sat on the sidelines, watching as the person she loved slipped through her fingers.

“yn?” jungwon’s voice cut through the noise, concerned but hesitant. he and minji exchanged worried glances, but yn barely registered them. her legs moved before her mind could catch up, carrying her down the stairs and out of the arena.

she wouldn’t cry here—not where anyone could see.

the cool evening air hit her like a slap, but it wasn’t enough to chase away the suffocating weight in her chest. she stumbled into the parking lot, her vision swimming as tears spilled freely down her cheeks. her breaths came in ragged gasps, her hands trembling as she clutched at her chest, trying to hold herself together.

she felt pathetic. stupid. delusional for ever believing daniela’s lingering touches and soft smiles meant anything more than fleeting affection. for thinking she was different.

Special.

“i’m such an idiot,” she choked out, her voice breaking on the last word. the sound echoed in the empty lot, swallowed by the darkness.

memories of daniela flooded her mind unbidden—her laughter, her warmth, the way she’d once brushed a stray strand of hair from yn’s face with a tenderness that had made her heart stutter. was any of it real? the question burned in her throat, acidic and sharp.

a sob tore from her lips, raw and guttural, as she sank to her knees on the pavement. the world around her felt too big, too cold, too empty. she wrapped her arms around herself, desperate for a semblance of comfort, but it wasn’t enough. nothing could fill the void daniela had left.

she didn’t know how long she stayed there, crying into the night, before jungwon and minji found her. they didn’t say anything, didn’t ask questions. jungwon knelt beside her, his hand warm and steady on yn’s shoulder, while minji crouched in front of her, offering a tissue.

“it’s okay,” jungwon murmured softly, his voice a soothing balm against the rawness of yn’s pain. “you don’t have to say anything. we’re here.”

but yn couldn’t speak, couldn’t find the words to explain the storm raging inside her. all she could do was lean into their presence, letting their quiet support ground her as the pieces of her heart lay scattered around her.

for now, she let herself grieve—grieve for the love she thought she had, for the future she had dared to imagine. she didn’t know if she’d ever feel whole again, but for tonight, she let herself break.

this was heartbreak. 

raw.

unrelenting.

all-consuming.

and as much as she wanted to stop it, to push the pain away, she knew she couldn’t. she’d have to carry it, just like she always did.

because that was love.

and love, she had learned, was never kind.

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⤷ wish that i could !

yn, a part-time barista, and daniela, a busy university student, have never crossed paths despite frequenting the same cafe. their schedules have always kept them apart--until finals season at ADMU forces daniela to adjust her routine. as late-night study sessions and caffeine cravings bring her to yn's shift.

17. preach

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⤷ wish that i could !

yn, a part-time barista, and daniela, a busy university student, have never crossed paths despite frequenting the same cafe. their schedules have always kept them apart--until finals season at ADMU forces daniela to adjust her routine. as late-night study sessions and caffeine cravings bring her to yn's shift.

15. go! animo la salle! + semi-written (321 words)

yn tried to push the unease away, the weight in her chest like a suffocating cloud. it had been there since the moment she’d sat back down after watching her friends perform, a creeping sense that someone was watching her. but she ignored it, focusing instead on the text messages lighting up her phone

the buzz of her phone in her pocket jolted her. she hesitated, dread pooling in her gut. pulling it out, her eyes caught two notifications: one from daniela and one from an unknown number.

her chest tightened as she opened daniela’s text first.

a small, bittersweet smile tugged at her lips.

the other was from an unknown number. her heart dropped when she read the words

her hands trembled as she set her phone down on her lap, but it was too late—her words were already etched into her mind. she closed her eyes, and images from the past year rushed back:

the screaming matches, the broken promises, the nights spent crying on cold bathroom tiles. the way she tore her apart and left her to piece herself together, alone.

how many times had she begged for things to change, only for her to push her further away? And yet here she was, begging her to come back.

the carefully constructed walls she’d spent a year building started to crumble, brick by agonizing brick. she clenched her fists, nails digging into her palms as she fought to ground herself, but it was useless. the crowd, the music, the warm lights—it all faded into the haunting echo of her past.

she stared at the message, her vision blurring. how dare she? after all this time, after everything, to waltz back in like they still had a place in her life?

her phone buzzed again. daniela. another sweet message. but it wasn’t enough to pull her from the abyss.

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⤷ wish that i could !

yn, a part-time barista, and daniela, a busy university student, have never crossed paths despite frequenting the same cafe. their schedules have always kept them apart--until finals season at ADMU forces daniela to adjust her routine. as late-night study sessions and caffeine cravings bring her to yn's shift.

13. midnight thoughts + semi-written (333 words)

daniela hadn’t planned on texting yn. the thought had been lingering in her mind for days, maybe weeks, but it always felt like an itch she couldn’t quite reach, a feeling she couldn’t name. as she sat on her bed, phone in hand, the glow of the screen illuminated her face in the dim room. she wasn’t sure what she was waiting for—courage, perhaps, or some kind of clarity that never came.

it started small. just a passing thought. was she really attracted to yn? Or was this just another phase, another fleeting moment in the tangled web of her questioning self? daniela had been here before, after all—crushing on a girl, feeling the rush of emotions that came with it, only to chalk it up later to confusion or misplaced admiration. but yn was different. she wasn’t just a fleeting thought. she lingered in daniela’s mind, her laugh echoing in her memory, her smile burning behind her eyelids when she tried to sleep.

“is this real?” daniela whispered to herself, the words almost getting lost in the quiet of her room. she sighed, her thumb hovering over yn’s name in her contacts. it wasn’t like they didn’t talk. yn was her friend, but this was different. this wasn’t a casual “what’s up?” or a meme sent at 2 a.m. this was something bigger, heavier.

Finally, daniela opened the chat and typed

the response came almost instantly.

daniela hesitated. her fingers hovered over the keyboard before she decided on a safer route.

she sent the message and stared at the screen, her heart pounding as if yn would somehow see through her hypothetical veil.

the typing bubble appeared, disappeared, and then appeared again.

daniela’s chest tightened. the simplicity of yn’s answer made her feel both exposed and comforted.

as daniela locked her phone, a small smile lingered on her lips. she didn’t have all the answers, but for the first time, she felt okay with that. yn’s words were enough for now.

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⤷ wish that i could !

yn, a part-time barista, and daniela, a busy university student, have never crossed paths despite frequenting the same cafe. their schedules have always kept them apart--until finals season at ADMU forces daniela to adjust her routine. as late-night study sessions and caffeine cravings bring her to yn's shift.

12. yellow cab cravings + semi-written (323 words)

it wasn't often that yn found herself dragging jungwon and minji across katipunan for a fast-food chain they could’ve easily visited near dlsu. but cravings didn’t wait for logic—or so she’d convinced herself.

“we literally have a yellow cab two blocks from campus,” jungwon said, his tone laced with exasperation as he trailed behind her. “why are we driving all the way there?”

“because,” yn started, determination lighting up her features, “i’m having yellow cab cravings and it just hits different there.”

“cravings,” minji repeated, crossing her arms as she shot a knowing glance at jungwon. the three stood by the university’s parking lot, with yn practically bouncing on her heels while unlocking the car.

it didn’t take long for the truth to unravel. as they approached katipunan and the vibrant hustle surrounding ateneo, jungwon pieced the puzzle together. the yellow cab branch was, of course, strategically located in front of the school gates—and there, standing just outside, was a girl yn had been texting for the past week.

jungwon glanced at minji, his grin already spreading wide. “ah, so that’s why katipunan yellow cab is superior, huh?”

minji smirked, nudging yn playfully. “you didn’t tell us your ‘cravings’ came with a side of romance. is this why you’ve been so distracted lately?”

yn felt her cheeks heat up, her confident façade faltering under their teasing. “oh, shut up. i just think the pizza here is different,” she mumbled, fumbling for an excuse.

“yeah, sure,” jungwon drawled, his teasing relentless. “totally about the pizza.”

minji added, “you should’ve just said you wanted to see her. we would’ve driven you ourselves.”

“i’m serious! the crust is crispier here!” yn protested, her voice rising. but her friends only burst into laughter, shaking their heads.

as they pulled into the yellow cab parking lot, yn glanced at the girl waiting nearby and sighed. maybe she couldn’t fool jungwon and minji—but at least they’d followed her here.

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wish that i could !

𝓼ynopsis. yn, a part-time barista, and daniela, a busy university student, have never crossed paths despite frequenting the same cafe. their schedules have always kept them apart--until finals season at ADMU forces daniela to adjust her routine. as late-night study sessions and caffeine cravings bring her to yn's shift.

➟ꜱ���ᴀʀʀɪɴɢ. daniela avanzini x biker!reader

➟ ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ. newjeanz 'hanni - minji | en- 'jungwon - jake | le sserafim 'yunjin | katseye

➟ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ. fluff | angst | slight!nsfw | uni au | smau + written

➟ ᴄᴀᴜᴛɪᴏɴ. might have insensitive jokes, profanities, alcohol, minimal drug use, vaping/smoking, dry humor.

➟ ᴀ/ɴ. please do not associate the characters with the idols in real life. this story does not represent them. this story will contain slight mature scenes and sensitive topics. any resemblance with other contents are purely coincidental. ERRORS are inevitable. also some places might take place in the philippines (like the uni's and street names). the pics that i used here are from pinterest ctto.

reader's discretion is highly advised.

ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ. 'wish that i could by umi 'timeless by the weeknd and playboi carti 'otw by khalid, 6lack, and ty dolla $ign 'confident by justin bieber 'let me love you by ariana grande and lil wayne 'bags by clairo 'soft spot by keshi 'kissed a girl by katy perry 'good for you by selena gomez and a$ap rocky 'poison by brent faiyaz 'after hours by kehlani 'disturbia by rihanna ++ more

ᴘʀᴏꜰɪʟᴇꜱ. the 6xers | winx club

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀꜱ.

00. license revoked

01. stop spreading rumors

02. failed flirting

03. dance with me?

04. unknown number

05. hell zone

06. its final szn

07. ready, get set, go!

08. spawn of satan

09. coffee for dani

10. going feral

11. finals just finished me

12. yellow cab cravings

13. midnight thoughts

14. night rides

15. go! animo la salle!

16. pain and loss

17. preach

18. jungwon the savior

19. long rides

20. win the race

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⤷ wish that i could !

yn, a part-time barista, and daniela, a busy university student, have never crossed paths despite frequenting the same cafe. their schedules have always kept them apart--until finals season at ADMU forces daniela to adjust her routine. as late-night study sessions and caffeine cravings bring her to yn's shift.

06. its final szn

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⤷ wish that i could !

yn, a part-time barista, and daniela, a busy university student, have never crossed paths despite frequenting the same cafe. their schedules have always kept them apart--until finals season at ADMU forces daniela to adjust her routine. as late-night study sessions and caffeine cravings bring her to yn's shift.

09. coffee for dani + written (867 words)

emerging from the main space, dani peeked out of her room and sighed deeply. It was the dreaded finals week, and the weight of unreviewed notes loomed over her like a dark cloud. She had been sitting at her desk for hours, her back sore, her brain fried, and her focus faltering. glancing at the clock, she saw it was 8:30 PM—prime coffee-craving hours. her craving was so strong that she decided she couldn’t just make instant coffee. No, this needed a proper cup.

grabbing her laptop, a stack of reviewers, and a jacket, dani decided she’d hit the nearby coffee shop. she had barely stepped outside when she noticed the distinct black and silver motorbike parked just a few feet away. the plate read, “QUITE,” and something about it sent a jolt of recognition through her chest.

“Could it be…?” dani shook her head, forcing herself to dismiss the thought. it couldn’t be her. right?

the walk to the coffee shop felt longer than usual, as if her heart was pacing her steps with anticipation she didn’t understand. when she finally reached the entrance, the familiar chime of the bell greeted her, accompanied by the faint hum of the espresso machine; the soft murmur of voices, and the cheerful welcome of the baristas. 

luck seemed to be on her side—there was an empty seat in the corner by the window. daniela quickly claimed it, placing her things on the table. her reviewers were already slipping out of her arms, threatening to fall apart in a chaotic mess. once her setup was complete, she made her way to the counter, eyeing the menu even though she knew what she wanted.

“Hi, can I get a large iced spanish latte?” she asked, her voice quieter than usual.

the barista punched in her order with a practiced smile. “Name for the order?”

“Dani,” she replied, her focus shifting briefly to the display of pastries beside the counter.

“That’ll be 180 pesos,” the barista said. she handed over the cash, received her change, and stepped aside to wait.

moments passed as she tapped her fingers against the counter. the sounds of the shop swirled around her—plates clinking, the hiss of milk being steamed, muffled laughter from a nearby table.

“Coffee for Dani!”

her name being called pulled her out of her daze. she moved toward the pick-up counter, but froze mid-step when she saw who placed the cup down.

the hazel-haired barista standing there looked like she belonged in a movie—soft hazel waves framing her face, her features illuminated by the golden glow of the shop lights. daniela’s heart flipped.

‘Holy fuck.’

the barista glanced at the cup again, then at daniela, her brows furrowing slightly. “You’re Dani?” she asked, her voice smooth but tinged with curiosity.

daniela nodded, her throat suddenly dry. she reached for the cup, but not before catching the name tag pinned to the girl’s apron.

‘yn.’

‘Oh, fuck.’

the girl daniela had been trying to get a glimpse of for weeks—the girl she thought she wouldn’t see again—was standing right in front of her, looking impossibly beautiful and just as curious.

“Thanks,” daniela mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper.

your lips twitched, as if holding back a smile. “You’re welcome.”

daniela stepped back quickly, clutching the cup like it was her lifeline. she made her way back to her seat, her mind racing. she couldn’t focus on her reviewers anymore, not when you were just a few feet away.

‘Why does she have to look so good?’ she thought, taking a cautious sip of her drink.

moments later, she felt a presence near her table. she looked up, and there was you, holding a tray with what looked like a slice of cake.

“I noticed you brought a lot of work,” you said, setting the tray down on the edge of the table. 

“Thought you could use something sweet.”

daniela blinked, caught off guard. “Oh, you didn’t have to—”

“It’s on the house,” you interrupted, her smile soft. “Call it a little motivation.”

daniela felt her cheeks heat up.

“Thank you,” she said quietly, looking down at the slice of cake to avoid meeting your eyes.

“No problem.” you lingered for a moment, her gaze warm and lingering. “Good luck with your finals, Dani.”

and just like that, she walked back to the counter, leaving daniela with a racing heart and a million questions.

for the rest of the night, daniela couldn’t help but steal glances at you. she’d catch you laughing with your coworkers, your waves bouncing as you moved. each time, daniela felt a little flutter in her chest.

when the clock struck 11:00 PM, daniela decided it was time to head home. she packed her things, her eyes drifting to the counter one last time. you weren't there, but a folded napkin was tucked under her cup.

curious, daniela unfolded it. In neat handwriting, it read:

“If you ever need a study buddy—or just another slice of cake—you know where to find me. :) - Yn”

daniela bit her lip, a giddy smile spreading across her face.

‘Holy fuck,’ she thought again, but this time, it was filled with hope.

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⤷ wish that i could !

yn, a part-time barista, and daniela, a busy university student, have never crossed paths despite frequenting the same cafe. their schedules have always kept them apart--until finals season at ADMU forces daniela to adjust her routine. as late-night study sessions and caffeine cravings bring her to yn's shift.

02. failed flirting

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⤷ wish that i could !

yn, a part-time barista, and daniela, a busy university student, have never crossed paths despite frequenting the same cafe. their schedules have always kept them apart--until finals season at ADMU forces daniela to adjust her routine. as late-night study sessions and caffeine cravings bring her to yn's shift.

⤷ playing after hours by kehlani.

03. dance with me? - written (828 words)

the club pulsed with life, its energy palpable as the bassline reverberated through the air, a heartbeat shared by everyone inside. the dance floor, a kaleidoscope of movement; alive with swaying bodies lost in the music’s hypnotic rhythm. faces glistened under the shifting glow of colored lights, their joy and abandon amplified with each strobe of electric blue, crimson, and gold. 

yn and jungwon are outside of the club prepping themselves for the smell that they'll inhale as they walk inside the club. the air smelled of sweat, perfume, tang of spilled alcohol and a faint smell of weed. the two looked around to spot their friends, but it was unnecessary since yn already saw minji standing up on their table.

even though the club had a reservation policy it was still crowded as fuck inside and the air felt so hot. the two needed to go across the dance floor for them to go to their table; jungwon held yn’s jacket tightly as they walked on the dance floor—a few excuses and lightly pushing as they were almost across. 

“YN! YOU MADE IT!” yunjin yelled as she hugged her.

yn smiled lightly and reciprocated the hug “and you’re drunk, lotts” yunjin dismissed what yn said and proceeded to take two shots and gave it to the two. 

yn and jungwon clinked the shot glass and downed the tequila in one go. the way yn scrunched her face when the alcohol ran down on her throat made yunjin chuckled—these are the times were the six let everything loose, these are their doings when they know that they’ll get busy the next week, and these are the times they sometimes bonded; they may not remember things the next day, but that’s how they know they had fun at that party. 

shots after shots, minji and jungwon gained confidence to dance at the dance floor and as for yn, she’s not at that point of drunkenness, so the two leave her be and join their three other friends. 

as the five dance their asses off at the dance floor; yn observes them and thanks whatever gods that they gave her these kinds of friends and not snobby and fake ass people—even though they are annoying and sometimes tiring. they still treat each other like a family and always be there for each other no matter what—no judgement. 

yn stood up and went to the bar to get her and her friends another shot of jose cuervo. 

she’s not really an irresponsible drinker and she’s not definitely a huge drinker like yunjin–who literally does not remember anything the next day and puking her insides and definitely not a person that instantly be sober like jake–who can carry his friends and drive them safely at their own dorms; she knows her limits and how light-weighted she can be, so of course the way she lets herself be sober is by vaping and little sips of water. 

but before yn could even reach the bar someone stumbled towards her and thankfully she caught the girl on time. 

“careful there,” she says as she helps the girl stand up. 

the girl looked at her—curly blonde hair, light-hazel almond eyes that complements her face shape, and those scattered moles. 

“sorry, i’m kind of tipsy,” 

worry spreads across yn’s face, even though she doesn’t know the woman; she still worries about her being since there are a lot of assholes and freaks inside a club. “are you with your friends? do you want me to bring you back to your table?” yn offers, holding the girl close in case she stumbles again.

“yeah, i do, but don’t you want….want to dance with me?” yn looked at her surprised.

since she doesn’t want to be rude and kind of intoxicated, she just nodded and accepted the girl’s offering, so the girl lead her towards the dance floor—when yn said she doesn’t dance unless she’s drunk enough like her two best friends, there’s an exception when a pretty girl ask you to dance with her; the answer is always a yes. 

the two girls danced like there’s no tomorrow, the distance between them is crucially close and yn thinks– maybe the smell of jack daniel or what perfume is the girl wearing, or whatever it is, it draws her closer. 

what shocked her the most was when the girl turned and faced her, “you know, i actually already saw you at the entrance” the girl said lowly, but yn picked up what she said. 

“really? did you plan this all along?” she whispered to the girl, who nodded slowly and pressed her backside closer to yn’s front. the girl smiled in victory when she felt yn’s hand on her waist and guided how they swayed to the music. even though the colorful lights strike their faces this isn’t enough to mask the rush of the feeling that she knows she got yn’s attention to her only. 

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⤷ wish that i could !

yn, a part-time barista, and daniela, a busy university student, have never crossed paths despite frequenting the same cafe. their schedules have always kept them apart--until finals season at ADMU forces daniela to adjust her routine. as late-night study sessions and caffeine cravings bring her to yn's shift.

11. finals just finished me

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⤷ wish that i could !

yn, a part-time barista, and daniela, a busy university student, have never crossed paths despite frequenting the same cafe. their schedules have always kept them apart--until finals season at ADMU forces daniela to adjust her routine. as late-night study sessions and caffeine cravings bring her to yn's shift.

10. going feral

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⤷ wish that i could !

yn, a part-time barista, and daniela, a busy university student, have never crossed paths despite frequenting the same cafe. their schedules have always kept them apart--until finals season at ADMU forces daniela to adjust her routine. as late-night study sessions and caffeine cravings bring her to yn's shift.

01. stop spreading rumors

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