careful, you're extremely hot
careful, you're extremely hot
joyxing
~2113w; pg-13; haha omg
It’s a gloomy day in Bakersfield and for once Joyce is gratified to be holed up, working the afternoon away in Starbucks as usual. The shop is nice and warm, the aroma of rich coffee floating comfortably all around her. Outside, it’s much different. Slow sprinkles of water fall in sizeable drops from the clouds crowding heavily over the city, darkening the sidewalks and asphalt road in blooms. The contrast of warm and cold developed little splotches of condensation and fogging over the windows, cold to the touch on either sides.
This isn’t so fun for Joyce as much as it is an easy way of pocketing cash in the summer, thanks to a friend for hooking her up. And it’s not like there’s anything else she could be spending time on. Friends are busy traveling, family busy working, and homework isn’t quite an option in her mind yet.
It’s a little before the noontime rush. Despite overcast conditions, people still crave for over-priced java to keep them buzzing at work, so Joyce exhales deeply for preparation of what’s to come.
The front door opens and a gush of air blows out from the overhead doorway fan. A group of men stumble in, shaking water off their clothes, and Joyce tightens the tie of her green apron one last time before plastering a smile on her face, looking up to greet the cus-
HOLY SHIT.
Joyce ducks down, almost banging her nose on wood. Her co-worker Celine, someone she’s grown quite fond of in the short month she’s known her, eyes her questioningly from the other end of the bar. Joyce shakes her head, holding up an index finger to give her a minute to calm herself. She did not just see them. She did not.
She slowly stands up, peeping over the surface of the counter-and almost falls to the floor again. A boy more blonde than her co-worker, with a small porcelain face is standing right in front of Joyce, peering up at the menus with a finger stuck at the corner of his mouth in contemplation. Him plus the other five Asian boys-no manager in sight-with bright, unique hair are gathering much attention with their more than ordinary looks and strange colorful attire.
Joyce keeps her eyes glued to the boy with a tragic haircut at the very end and misses the first couple words the blonde one says. She shakes out of her trance and says, “I’m s-sorry, can you repeat that?”
The boy blinks and opens his mouth a beat later, “Caramel frappuccino, tall size please.” He finishes the order with a small smile and Joyce can’t believe she’s actually witnessing Luhan’s eyes crinkle around the corners.
She nods and briskly scribbles his drink on the side of the clear plastic cup, along with his name, which she has no reason to ask for, and slides it over to Celine. One by one, she takes the requests of each gorgeous boy-green tea frappe, vanilla frappe with chocolate drizzled on the cream, white mocha extra hot, and passion tea lemonade. Easy. That is, until the last one moves up to the counter. Joyce feels her knees weaken and her cheeks flare with heat. Six pairs of eyes are staring her down as the man of her fantasies speaks in choppy accented English, “Can I have a tall size caramel macchiato...” Luhan nudges him and the boy adds, “Ah, please!” He smiles and it’s as if the world literally stops and stares for a while because Joyce can’t move.
Celine coughs loudly, shaking Joyce out of her deep thoughts of wow he’s amazing and god no wonder I love him. His single dimple is forever engraved in her mind, ready to haunt her dreams. She writes his order on the cup with shaky hands, trying not to meet his twinkling eyes again. The brunette continues, “And my name is-”
“Oh I know what your name is.” Everything goes silent and when Joyce looks up, six pairs of curious eyes are staring into her soul.
“Oh really?” Yixing smiles with a quirked eyebrow. Damn his adorableness.
She quickly tries to explain herself. “I mean-Yixing!” Said boy perks up, “You’re Zhang Yixing, from EXO-M.” His name is something she mechanically jots down, used to doing so from doodling it along the side margins of her school notebooks. It’s also something to busy herself with, drawing hearts over the ‘i’s, as an excuse to stray from his poring eyes.
A grin spreads across Yixing’s beautiful face and Joyce wants to melt into the floor. “So that’s why you didn’t ask for our names.” She turns to Kris, welcoming the easily spoken English. “You already knew.”
Joyce nods nervously, worried that they would block her out with the newfound knowledge that she is aware of their celebrity identities. But Yixing breaks that thought and blurts, “Well, I think you’re cute!” His pink lips widen, dimple reappearing prominently on his cheek, eyes curving further into crescents. She helplessly looks at Kris who only shrugs. Fucker has the audacity to smirk at her.
Chen and Tao giggle in the back, while Joyce ducks her head and scurries off to help Celine with the drinks. Yixing is in a joyous mood and dammit Joyce you are totally blushing.
In the girls’ hurry to create the deep, creamy and refreshing concoctions, no one notices Luhan’s doe eyes flitting between the cute barista and Yixing. His eyes are filled with adoration for the girl behind the register because he can feel the love literally radiating off of his roommate’s skin. She’s the one.
Celine calls out the boys’ names with each finished order and they take it with muffled thank yous. The caramel macchiato is last and Celine nearly shoves it in Joyce’s face, the ‘Yixing♥’ making her go cross-eyed.
She carefully grabs it, pulling a sleeve over to prevent burned fingers, and walks over the end of the bar, shakily calling out “Caramel macchiato for Yixing?” Before she can set it down on the elevated serving table, soft cold fingers brush her warm ones, hovering over her hand a second longer than normal. She almost drops the cup in shock, but Yixing takes it from her hands just in time.
“Thank you,” He bends over to find her nametag, “Joyce.” He winks and slinks off to the window table in the corner where the other five members are sitting.
Joyce doesn’t even realize her jaw had dropped open until Celine taps is shut. She snorts and walks to the register to service the newly formed line of business people coming in on their lunch breaks.
An hour goes by quickly. Joyce and Celine have to run around catering to the complicated orders of snarky full-time workers lacking caffeine. When the last woman leaves, heavy perfume and briefcase trailing behind, Joyce wipes her forehead rid of sweat and trudges out to wipe down empty tables covered in crumbs and splotches of coffee.
She almost forgot the Korean-Chinese idols occupying the hidden corner of the shop until they start filing out in the midst of her wiping. Kris nods in silent thanks and the others bow as they pass, grinning mischievously. Luhan passes by in a blonde blur, patting her shoulder on the way out.
And then there’s him.
Joyce straightens up and holds up a hand to wave-
But he walks right past her. He doesn’t even glance. All she gets is a whiff of his clean woody cologne and a peripheral look at his signature MCM backpack. This is where reality comes crashing down on Joyce’s hopes. Her favorite celebrity flat out treats her like she’s nothing special. There goes her fantasy love story.
She slumps and walks over to their table, rag in hand, and glares at the cups they left behind. Can’t idols throw away their own cups, or they do they need people to do that for them too? Everything is suddenly making her irritable, not even the sunshine now peeking out from behind the thick clouds can lift her spirits.
Only a couple people remain in the shop-college students stealing wifi with an untouched drink, and old men reading the daily newspaper over a cup of jo. Joyce angrily swipes the wooden table with the rag and noisily gathers the paper and plastic cups. She grabs Yixing’s cup, covered in decorative hearts and fancy lettering that apparently did nothing to showcase her more than obvious feelings, last. She flips it around in her hands, trying not to let moisture form in her eyes. She is not going to let herself cry over something so stupid.
Just before she’s about to dump it all away, she notices black lines on right above the bottom of his cup. It’s where the precautionary note for hot drinks is at, and when she looks at it fully, the only words remaining are “Careful, ... you’re ... extremely hot.”
Joyce doesn’t get it until something flashes from outside the window. She snaps her head up and finds EXO-M laughing manically at her, and Yixing is right in the center, waving with his little hands and, of course, smiling that crazy adorable smile of his.
He points down to the cup again and Joyce tilts her head in confusion. He keeps insisting she takes a look at it, so she takes off the sleeve and finds digits. Phone digits.
Celine jolts when she hears a high-pitched squeal and almost spills hot water on her wrist. The six pretty boys run back in to whistle at Joyce, Yixing shyly motioning for Joyce to contact him one day. Celine tries to hide her amusement when Joyce walks up to her in a daze once the boys leave for good. “What in the world happened to you?”
“Nothing. Just,” she sighs dreamily, twirling the ends of her hair with hooded eyes, “Dreams really do come true, Celine.”
(Yixing is really busy in China and Korea, so they only get to text, call, and video chat every so often, but they have so much in common and they argue nearly every time about who loves who more. Basically, they are the cutest fucking couple in the world, albeit a bit gushy and gross sometimes, but who cares it’s JoyXing. The fans find out at one point once Joyce moves to Korea and finds more time to go on dates with him, but fangirl Lisa Choi from California creates a fansite and ships that couple. Then the whole world ships it. Hell yeah. They have lots of great awesome sex with Spectrum and some other good stuff playing in the background and Yixing serenades her with his guitar on the weekends. Twin boys and a daughter are born later on and they live happily ever after.)
(“Celine!” Joyce hugs the life out of her former co-worker, aka now best friend, tightly. It’s a bit difficult with her beautiful, elegant wedding dress puffing up below her torso. Yixing looks stunning in his tuxedo beside her, hair grown out and styled up. The adoration in his eyes hasn’t left, if anything it’s glowing brighter at the sight of his bff-slash-girlfriend-of-four-years-slash-wife. The silver bands and diamonds twinkle under the bright-lit chandeliers of the venue.
“I am so jealous of you, dammit.” She’s wearing the pretty customized silk lavender dress as maid of honor, and the two best friends look gorgeous laughing beside each other.
“Joycie,” Yixing squeezes her hip fondly, “They’re here.”
“FUCK YEAH, CONGRATULATIONS JOYCE.” Party streamers explode over the newly wed couple’s heads and confetti gets stuck in their pristinely styled hair, which Joyce then gets mad about.
All twelve men are united and joking around, some lead Yixing off to the dance floor to embarrass him in front of the guests. Joyce giggles and turns to Celine and the few remaining idols. “Oh! Celine, I don’t think I’ve ever introduced you to the other guys?”
Joyce calls out Joonmyun, Kyungsoo, Chanyeol, and Baekhyun, who bow politely to her. Sehun scoffs and Celine punches him-they’ve certainly met before.
“And here’s the ever-so-sexy Jongin. Jongin, this is my best friend Celine.”
She turns back to gauge Celine’s reaction once Jongin bows, only to stifle a laugh when she finds her friend staring with wide eyes.
“Go take her for a spin, Jongin. She hasn’t had the chance to party yet.” Joyce pushes Celine forward, and she tentatively takes the man’s strong, comforting hand.
“There goes another couple.” Joyce feigns wiping tears with her white gloves and the others laugh.
What a beautiful night under the full moon it is.)
a/n: i'm sorry this is just stupid rambling and it's bad
it's not what i wanted it to be but omfg joyxing
i got kinda carried away with the wedding but yeah /cries
joyxing
~2113w; pg-13; haha omg
It’s a gloomy day in Bakersfield and for once Joyce is gratified to be holed up, working the afternoon away in Starbucks as usual. The shop is nice and warm, the aroma of rich coffee floating comfortably all around her. Outside, it’s much different. Slow sprinkles of water fall in sizeable drops from the clouds crowding heavily over the city, darkening the sidewalks and asphalt road in blooms. The contrast of warm and cold developed little splotches of condensation and fogging over the windows, cold to the touch on either sides.
This isn’t so fun for Joyce as much as it is an easy way of pocketing cash in the summer, thanks to a friend for hooking her up. And it’s not like there’s anything else she could be spending time on. Friends are busy traveling, family busy working, and homework isn’t quite an option in her mind yet.
It’s a little before the noontime rush. Despite overcast conditions, people still crave for over-priced java to keep them buzzing at work, so Joyce exhales deeply for preparation of what’s to come.
The front door opens and a gush of air blows out from the overhead doorway fan. A group of men stumble in, shaking water off their clothes, and Joyce tightens the tie of her green apron one last time before plastering a smile on her face, looking up to greet the cus-
HOLY SHIT.
Joyce ducks down, almost banging her nose on wood. Her co-worker Celine, someone she’s grown quite fond of in the short month she’s known her, eyes her questioningly from the other end of the bar. Joyce shakes her head, holding up an index finger to give her a minute to calm herself. She did not just see them. She did not.
She slowly stands up, peeping over the surface of the counter-and almost falls to the floor again. A boy more blonde than her co-worker, with a small porcelain face is standing right in front of Joyce, peering up at the menus with a finger stuck at the corner of his mouth in contemplation. Him plus the other five Asian boys-no manager in sight-with bright, unique hair are gathering much attention with their more than ordinary looks and strange colorful attire.
Joyce keeps her eyes glued to the boy with a tragic haircut at the very end and misses the first couple words the blonde one says. She shakes out of her trance and says, “I’m s-sorry, can you repeat that?”
The boy blinks and opens his mouth a beat later, “Caramel frappuccino, tall size please.” He finishes the order with a small smile and Joyce can’t believe she’s actually witnessing Luhan’s eyes crinkle around the corners.
She nods and briskly scribbles his drink on the side of the clear plastic cup, along with his name, which she has no reason to ask for, and slides it over to Celine. One by one, she takes the requests of each gorgeous boy-green tea frappe, vanilla frappe with chocolate drizzled on the cream, white mocha extra hot, and passion tea lemonade. Easy. That is, until the last one moves up to the counter. Joyce feels her knees weaken and her cheeks flare with heat. Six pairs of eyes are staring her down as the man of her fantasies speaks in choppy accented English, “Can I have a tall size caramel macchiato...” Luhan nudges him and the boy adds, “Ah, please!” He smiles and it’s as if the world literally stops and stares for a while because Joyce can’t move.
Celine coughs loudly, shaking Joyce out of her deep thoughts of wow he’s amazing and god no wonder I love him. His single dimple is forever engraved in her mind, ready to haunt her dreams. She writes his order on the cup with shaky hands, trying not to meet his twinkling eyes again. The brunette continues, “And my name is-”
“Oh I know what your name is.” Everything goes silent and when Joyce looks up, six pairs of curious eyes are staring into her soul.
“Oh really?” Yixing smiles with a quirked eyebrow. Damn his adorableness.
She quickly tries to explain herself. “I mean-Yixing!” Said boy perks up, “You’re Zhang Yixing, from EXO-M.” His name is something she mechanically jots down, used to doing so from doodling it along the side margins of her school notebooks. It’s also something to busy herself with, drawing hearts over the ‘i’s, as an excuse to stray from his poring eyes.
A grin spreads across Yixing’s beautiful face and Joyce wants to melt into the floor. “So that’s why you didn’t ask for our names.” She turns to Kris, welcoming the easily spoken English. “You already knew.”
Joyce nods nervously, worried that they would block her out with the newfound knowledge that she is aware of their celebrity identities. But Yixing breaks that thought and blurts, “Well, I think you’re cute!” His pink lips widen, dimple reappearing prominently on his cheek, eyes curving further into crescents. She helplessly looks at Kris who only shrugs. Fucker has the audacity to smirk at her.
Chen and Tao giggle in the back, while Joyce ducks her head and scurries off to help Celine with the drinks. Yixing is in a joyous mood and dammit Joyce you are totally blushing.
In the girls’ hurry to create the deep, creamy and refreshing concoctions, no one notices Luhan’s doe eyes flitting between the cute barista and Yixing. His eyes are filled with adoration for the girl behind the register because he can feel the love literally radiating off of his roommate’s skin. She’s the one.
Celine calls out the boys’ names with each finished order and they take it with muffled thank yous. The caramel macchiato is last and Celine nearly shoves it in Joyce’s face, the ‘Yixing♥’ making her go cross-eyed.
She carefully grabs it, pulling a sleeve over to prevent burned fingers, and walks over the end of the bar, shakily calling out “Caramel macchiato for Yixing?” Before she can set it down on the elevated serving table, soft cold fingers brush her warm ones, hovering over her hand a second longer than normal. She almost drops the cup in shock, but Yixing takes it from her hands just in time.
“Thank you,” He bends over to find her nametag, “Joyce.” He winks and slinks off to the window table in the corner where the other five members are sitting.
Joyce doesn’t even realize her jaw had dropped open until Celine taps is shut. She snorts and walks to the register to service the newly formed line of business people coming in on their lunch breaks.
An hour goes by quickly. Joyce and Celine have to run around catering to the complicated orders of snarky full-time workers lacking caffeine. When the last woman leaves, heavy perfume and briefcase trailing behind, Joyce wipes her forehead rid of sweat and trudges out to wipe down empty tables covered in crumbs and splotches of coffee.
She almost forgot the Korean-Chinese idols occupying the hidden corner of the shop until they start filing out in the midst of her wiping. Kris nods in silent thanks and the others bow as they pass, grinning mischievously. Luhan passes by in a blonde blur, patting her shoulder on the way out.
And then there’s him.
Joyce straightens up and holds up a hand to wave-
But he walks right past her. He doesn’t even glance. All she gets is a whiff of his clean woody cologne and a peripheral look at his signature MCM backpack. This is where reality comes crashing down on Joyce’s hopes. Her favorite celebrity flat out treats her like she’s nothing special. There goes her fantasy love story.
She slumps and walks over to their table, rag in hand, and glares at the cups they left behind. Can’t idols throw away their own cups, or they do they need people to do that for them too? Everything is suddenly making her irritable, not even the sunshine now peeking out from behind the thick clouds can lift her spirits.
Only a couple people remain in the shop-college students stealing wifi with an untouched drink, and old men reading the daily newspaper over a cup of jo. Joyce angrily swipes the wooden table with the rag and noisily gathers the paper and plastic cups. She grabs Yixing’s cup, covered in decorative hearts and fancy lettering that apparently did nothing to showcase her more than obvious feelings, last. She flips it around in her hands, trying not to let moisture form in her eyes. She is not going to let herself cry over something so stupid.
Just before she’s about to dump it all away, she notices black lines on right above the bottom of his cup. It’s where the precautionary note for hot drinks is at, and when she looks at it fully, the only words remaining are “Careful, ... you’re ... extremely hot.”
Joyce doesn’t get it until something flashes from outside the window. She snaps her head up and finds EXO-M laughing manically at her, and Yixing is right in the center, waving with his little hands and, of course, smiling that crazy adorable smile of his.
He points down to the cup again and Joyce tilts her head in confusion. He keeps insisting she takes a look at it, so she takes off the sleeve and finds digits. Phone digits.
Celine jolts when she hears a high-pitched squeal and almost spills hot water on her wrist. The six pretty boys run back in to whistle at Joyce, Yixing shyly motioning for Joyce to contact him one day. Celine tries to hide her amusement when Joyce walks up to her in a daze once the boys leave for good. “What in the world happened to you?”
“Nothing. Just,” she sighs dreamily, twirling the ends of her hair with hooded eyes, “Dreams really do come true, Celine.”
(Yixing is really busy in China and Korea, so they only get to text, call, and video chat every so often, but they have so much in common and they argue nearly every time about who loves who more. Basically, they are the cutest fucking couple in the world, albeit a bit gushy and gross sometimes, but who cares it’s JoyXing. The fans find out at one point once Joyce moves to Korea and finds more time to go on dates with him, but fangirl Lisa Choi from California creates a fansite and ships that couple. Then the whole world ships it. Hell yeah. They have lots of great awesome sex with Spectrum and some other good stuff playing in the background and Yixing serenades her with his guitar on the weekends. Twin boys and a daughter are born later on and they live happily ever after.)
(“Celine!” Joyce hugs the life out of her former co-worker, aka now best friend, tightly. It’s a bit difficult with her beautiful, elegant wedding dress puffing up below her torso. Yixing looks stunning in his tuxedo beside her, hair grown out and styled up. The adoration in his eyes hasn’t left, if anything it’s glowing brighter at the sight of his bff-slash-girlfriend-of-four-years-slash-wife. The silver bands and diamonds twinkle under the bright-lit chandeliers of the venue.
“I am so jealous of you, dammit.” She’s wearing the pretty customized silk lavender dress as maid of honor, and the two best friends look gorgeous laughing beside each other.
“Joycie,” Yixing squeezes her hip fondly, “They’re here.”
“FUCK YEAH, CONGRATULATIONS JOYCE.” Party streamers explode over the newly wed couple’s heads and confetti gets stuck in their pristinely styled hair, which Joyce then gets mad about.
All twelve men are united and joking around, some lead Yixing off to the dance floor to embarrass him in front of the guests. Joyce giggles and turns to Celine and the few remaining idols. “Oh! Celine, I don’t think I’ve ever introduced you to the other guys?”
Joyce calls out Joonmyun, Kyungsoo, Chanyeol, and Baekhyun, who bow politely to her. Sehun scoffs and Celine punches him-they’ve certainly met before.
“And here’s the ever-so-sexy Jongin. Jongin, this is my best friend Celine.”
She turns back to gauge Celine’s reaction once Jongin bows, only to stifle a laugh when she finds her friend staring with wide eyes.
“Go take her for a spin, Jongin. She hasn’t had the chance to party yet.” Joyce pushes Celine forward, and she tentatively takes the man’s strong, comforting hand.
“There goes another couple.” Joyce feigns wiping tears with her white gloves and the others laugh.
What a beautiful night under the full moon it is.)
a/n: i'm sorry this is just stupid rambling and it's bad
it's not what i wanted it to be but omfg joyxing
i got kinda carried away with the wedding but yeah /cries