strwberrytae: Caffe Americano✦ characters: non-idol!namjoon x reader✦ summary: a poetically romant
strwberrytae: Caffe Americano ✦ characters: non-idol!namjoon x reader✦ summary: a poetically romantic scenario of falling in love with a boy who shares a common interest - coffee.✦ genre/words: fluff. romanticism. poetry. | 2.3k There’s nothing like the smell of fresh coffee brewed in the morning. Most people might relish in the feeling of waking up to the smell of coffee at home but there was something completely different about walking into this coffee shop at 9 every morning. It was a ritual. Wake up at eight, out the door ten til nine, then a ten minute drive to the sweet sanctuary of the coffee shop that you’ve have grown to love over the years. It was your own personal heaven. In the corner of the coffee shop, away from the rest of the crowds; this is where you would sit. A small table for two - yourself and your laptop. A quiet corner that held your residence for hours on end until you were satisfied writing whatever you were working on. The perks of being a writer is you can set your own schedule and this is what fit perfectly for you. Trusting your laptop to be safe to sit alone for a minute or two, you exited from your seat to grab your first cup of coffee for the day. The bell chimed as a customer had walked in, but you were too busy smoothing out your dress to notice them. With a content sigh, you made your stride over to the counter to place your order. In front of you was a tall, lean man with blonde hair. He wore a light blue button down shirt and white pants; broad shoulders and styled hair. You couldn’t help but to take in his features as you waited for him to make his order. The intrigue that flooded through you was growing by the second as you nonchalantly took notice of his long legs and the way his fingers tapped against his leg; anxiously awaiting his morning fix. When the cashier greeted him finally, his deep voice struck a chord in you and it made your heart skip a beat. His voice was as smooth as the creamy layer in the drink he ordered; your drink of choice. “One caffe americano please.” When it was time to place your order, your mind was completely blank. There was something very familiar about him and his voice. It was a soothing sound that you could easily listen to while falling asleep. A tone that could part a cloudy sky. It was like your heart was made of the strings of a harp and he just strummed every chord harmoniously. “Ma’am? Are you okay,” the cashier asked. Jarring you from your thoughts, you looked at the kind faced man in front of you and cleared your throat. Stepping forward, you smiled nervously; praying no one saw you in this hazy state. “Right. Sorry. An americano please,” your timid voice finally made an appearance. You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and looked over at the tall man with a blush. He was standing at the other end of the counter, looking away quickly with a bashful grin as he was looking at you as well. Either he was mocking you for your embarrassing moment or he was tickled that you ordered the same thing as him; you weren’t sure. But when you heard his name being called as his drink was handed over to him, that was all that mattered. Namjoon. Keep reading -- source link