#the ending is youll still continue to be whipped for them into your 20s and-

[ratatatastic]

"guys are joking about me and luosty being twins or brothers" "is mikks the big brother in that situation?" "mikksy is the big brother, you know?" confirmed finns are fambily and mikksy lords over as big brother to luosty and lundy and their squabbling sibling ways 😭😭😭

and lundy who NEVER has any qualms about teasing mikksy any chance he gets gives us the biggest lore drop

"[mikksy] is not a morning person so i always make sure to— you probably won't see him smile that much in the morning, you know? but when he gets his coffee he's funny." LUNDY MAKES SURE MIKKSY GETS HIS COFFEE??? HE TAMES THE DREADFUL MORNING BEAST???

BMW Teammate of the Month | 11.30.24 (x)

"but it seems like you're also really close with niko mikkola eetu luostarinen" ROLL THE TAPE. AGAIN.

jameson has also asked a similar question to the "what's a night out with mikksy and luosty?" question before on tt last season!!

"Who would you say, like, calls the shots in that group? So say like you, Eetu, and Niko are going to dinner on the road somewhere. Like, who's making the plans typically?" "Oh, it's probably me or Niko. Luosty doesn't do anything, he just—he just enjoys and..." "He just gets the text and—" "Yeah, he just comes whenever he's supposed to come, and he's happy about it."

Territory Talk | 4.12.24 (x)

and there's something deeply funny about poor suffering lundy who has to toddle after BOTH HIS OLDER TEAMMATES. MAKE MIKKSY TAKE HIS COFFEE IN THE MORNING. AND PLAN OUT THINGS BECAUSE LUOSTY DOESNT WANT TO.

[whoreanghae]

familiar ; kwon soonyoung

genre - strangers to lovers, meetcute, y/n works at a cafe

word count - 1.8k

disclaimers - lowercase on purpose, no proofreading, fic under the cut

a/n - soooo its been a while... ive had a very busy 2023 and a very severe case of writers block, but i wanted to write a cute hoshi fic about a cafe so this is what we get. im also in the works of writing a longer fic like my last one, but that wont be out for a bit, its still very early stages. regardless, i hope u enjoy this messy lil hoshi fic! (because i wouldnt be whoreanghae without a little hoshi here and there) its just sweet and warm and fuzzy etc etc hope u enjoy xoxo k

“order up!”

life working in the cafe was nothing short of fast paced. you were constantly making drinks or baked goods that in a 6 hour shift you were basically running around the entire time. you had no way of pointing out specific things or people, it was just go, go, go. you were used to the environment, and you enjoyed how you had no time to dwell on mistakes or mishaps. you simply had to move on to the next task. 

this day things werent as hectic as they usually were, so you were testing out new drinks and snacks for the menu. as you started pouring milk into an empty cup for the next round of testing, you heard the bell above the door jingle and quickly poured the last cup of milk and turned around. the man who stood a couple feet away from the counter was what you would call ‘a familiar’. you dont see him enough to call him a regular, but you see him just enough that he stands out when you see him walk in. he was one of those people you still noticed out of the rest even in one of those fast paced busy days. you watch as his eyes scan the menus above your head, and he taps his foot as he tries to decide what to order. after 20 seconds or so he steps up to the counter and smiles. you give him a smile back.

“welcome back! what’ll it be today?” 

“hmmm, im thinking ill go for something matcha today. maybeeeee a medium iced matcha latte?”

you hum and nod as you press buttons on the register. 

“good choice, good choice, can i get you anything else today?”

“and a large iced americano!”

“allllright, ill get started on that for you now.”

you shoot him another smile as he takes out his card and taps it on the machine. you spin around and start getting out the ingredients to make his drinks. everytime he comes in, he always gets a different drink from the menu for himself, then a large iced americano. every time, a large iced americano. you just assume the drink is for a girlfriend or someone, and continue on with your day. as much as youd never admit it, some days you kind of wish he stops ordering the americano. its not that you dont want the cafe getting any sales, its just that he is handsome. so handsome. and you dont want to make a fool of yourself and hit on a guy with a girlfriend. so as long as hes ordering the large iced americano, youll keep to yourself. 

you whip up the drinks and bring them to the other end of the counter, as his head pops up and he comes over to pick up the drinks. he thanks you, and you wish him a good day as he heads out the door again. you sigh, watching him leave with that damn large iced americano in his left hand.

your coworkers start to pick up on your little thing for mr familiar, so everytime they see him coming, theyre coincidentally busy in that moment. he comes in a couple times again throughout the week, still ordering the americano. you still shoot him the same smile, wishing him well, and watching him leave with the drinks in tow. one day, just one day, he wont order the americano and youll be able to make a move. but, that just wasnt the day.

one day when work is particularly dead, youre sitting at a table a few feet away from the counter eating your lunch when the door bell rings again. you look up, and youre met with mr familiar yet again. you wave meekly as he smiles and nods your way. your coworker serves him, since you had just sat down. you try to not look at him, or listen to what hes ordering. hes just another customer, why do you wonder so strongly what drinks he had just ordered? you push it out of your mind as you try to finish your sandwich. out of the corner of your eye you see your coworker place a drink and something else on the counter, and mr familiar walks to the counter and picks it up. but, instead of hearing the door bell yet again, you’re instead met with a figure standing over your table. 

“is this seat taken?”

he gestures to the chair opposite you at the small table. you shake your head and nod for him to sit down. he places his drink and sandwich on the table and grins at you. you try to stop the tips of your ears from turning red, but you can feel the heat blazing from the side of your head. you both eat your lunch as you make small talk. you learn that he actually goes to your school, which is just down the block. hes a dance major, which piques your interest even more. it turns out that he has a really cute laugh, and loves tigers. you tell him about your self, and he listens intently the entire time. he nods his head along with your stories which makes you smile to yourself. you check your watch, realizing that the lunch rush is about to start. 

“im so sorry to cut this short, but i have to get back to work, the lunch rush is about to start and i cant leave them high and dry.”

“oh no worries at all! i have a class at 1:00 anyways, its probably time for me to head back now too.”

“it was really nice talking to you.”

“it was nice talking to you too, wait, here-”

he rummages in his pocket, pulling out a crumpled up receipt and a pen. he scrawls something on the back of the paper, and shoves it into the pouch of your apron. you laugh at his urgency as he puts the pen back into his pocket and heads out the door. he waves as he walks past the front windows, and you wave back in a sort of shock. you pull the crumpled paper out of your apron and read it. the paper reads “Soonyoungie~” and his number. as you read this, you realize you never even gave him your name. you see a string of customers begin to roll in, so you shove the receipt into your back pocket and get back to work.

as the day comes to an end and youre sitting in your bed in your pajamas, you keep turning the receipt over and over in your hands. you trace the letters and numbers with your fingers so much that you think they might soon rub off the paper. do i text him? how long do i wait? did i wait too long? you stare at the receipt until you fall asleep, paper in hand. you wake up the next morning to the receipt laying on the floor next to your bed. you pick it up, grab your phone, and carefully type the numbers into a new contact. you make sure to reread it about 20 times, before naming the number “soonyoung” and flopping back onto your bed. 

you get to work, and youre staring at the empty text conversation between you and mr familiar, who youve now discovered is ‘soonyoung’. then, you quickly realize that you didnt tell him your name. your palm connects with your forehead as you realize that youre probably just ‘cafe girl’ to him at this point. you see your manager walk out of the back room in the corner of your eye, so you put your phone back into your pocket so she doesnt shout at you. it feels like your phone is weighing you down, whispering ‘text him, text him’ into your ear as you mix drinks. you push soonyoung to the back of your mind, trying to just get through this shift. 

the cafe is booming this day, customers are constantly in and out and there are so many people that the tables are all filled. you and your coworkers are switching out with each other between cleaning/serving tables, working the cash, and making the orders. it just so happens that your shift as the cashier had just started when you see a familiar face coming in. soonyoung smiles as he sees you, and glances at the menu before coming up to the counter. you beam at him as he looks at you over the counter. you notice another guy next to him, looking around the cafe in awe.

“hi soonyoung! whats on the menu today?” 

“a large vanilla latte for me, and a large iced americano for my friend.”

you blink to yourself as you type in the order. large iced americano… large iced americano… the large iced americano wasnt for a girlfriend, it was for a friend. the man next to soonyoung had a kind smile, and he radiated warm energy. you give both of them a grin as you gesture to the machine and watch as soonyoung taps his card yet again. 

“so what are you two doing out today?”

“we both had some time between classes, and i always bring seungkwan americanos from here because he says theyre the best in seoul, so today i convinced him to come with me.”

“ahhh, well im glad you enjoy them, seungkwan.”

he gives a smile back as you hear soonyoungs name called from the end of the counter. 

“have a good day you two!”

“you too, y/n!”

soonyoung calls back as he heads out the door and you move on to your next customer. wait. he knew your name? how did he know your name? the interaction lingers in your mind throughout every customer you serve until youre about to close. you think about it over and over again, and bring it up to one of your coworkers.

“hey, did you tell that guy soonyoung my name?”

“huh? no, why?”

“its weird, he came in and he knew my name..”

“honey, did you forget whats right here?”

she pats your chest, and you look down at your apron. you feel like an idiot. name tag. thats how he knew. your coworker laughs and pats your back as she goes back into the breakroom. you clean off the counters and take out your phone and quickly type out a message. 

y/n : hey soonyoung! this is y/n from the cafe :) 

you stare at the message for what felt like hours, and reluctantly turn your phone off and go back to cleaning up so you can go home. as youre putting the containers of milk back into the fridge, you hear your phone buzz on the counter and spin around.

soonyoung : hey y/n!

soonyoung : how is/was work? 

the message makes you smile, as you send another one and push your phone across the counter, flustered.

y/n : it got better after i saw a certain familiar face :))