Of Latte and Lyrical Genius
Of Latte and Lyrical Genius
jimin/namjoon, domestic/rom-com, 1882words - for #MinJoonWeek
There is nothing special at this place. It is just a coffee shop at a corner of the street, filled with businessmen getting their first coffee of the day and tapping their foot impatiently on the wood of the floor. It is also where university students stay up until late and sometimes cry over their calculus exams.
There is nothing special at this place, but this place is where Park Jimin finds love.
It’s all started by the old, worn-down journal laying unnoticed under the table. With how dirty it looks, no one wants to touch it or sits anywhere in the table. No one wants to be involved with a missing item.
Park Jimin has no choice but to pick it up when he goes to wipe the table. He looks around the vicinity, spotting a couple making out in the corner of the room and a mom wiping her toddler’s mouth. When his eyes fall back onto the cover, a frown forms on his lips. The book looks like it’s being used a lot and the person who lost this must be so sad.
“Hey, Ji-man, stop spacing out there and help out if you’re done!”
The call from his boss has him scurrying over to claim his space back behind the cashier. He places the book next to the register. If Seokjin sees this, he will be scolded for neglecting the hygienic aspect of the barista working space. But then again, Seokjin always makes a big fuss about everything.
“Yah, Jimin! What’s that book?”
Jimin chokes. That’s barely three seconds after he thinks about it.
“A customer, I think? Maybe they will come back and ask about it, that’s why I just placed it here,” he says, taking the journal and shows it to the Elder.
“Ew, get that away from me,” Seokjin grimaces and actually steps away from the book as he places a new batch of pastries into the cooler. He pats his palms together before he stands before Jimin again, hands on his hips now. “Oh, I think I know that trashy thing.”
“It’s not that trashy, it looks important actually.”
“Yeah yeah, I suppose. It’s that Namjoon dude from last night,” he says before turning to glare sharply at the planner pasted next to the monitor display of the cashier. It’s a list of the staff and their shifts. “Which means that Taehyung didn’t clean up the place properly this morning. Just great.”
Jimin wants to laugh at his friend’s upcoming demise, but his attention is focused more to the name.
“Namjoon?”
“Blonde hair, dimples, long legs? Daddy material. Ring a bell?”
The bell that rings is not just any bell. Jimin’s face heats up as the face of a particular male shows up in his head. Jimin has been expecting him visiting the coffee shop during one of his shits again ever since the man knocked off a cup of coffee from his table. It was the first time he ever talked with the intimidatingly tall guy, and then Jimin never sees him anymore since his shift is moved to mostly night.
“Daddy material… I can’t believe,” he mumbles under his breath.
“Don’t start getting shy now. You have no right to when I’ve seen how kinky you can be, Baby J.”
Jimin squeaks at the mention of the nickname, shoving the hyung’s board shoulder away. Seokjin’s laugh follows him as he retreats into the kitchen. There he finds Seokjin’s bag already all packed, and now that he notices it, the elder is not wearing his work apron anymore.
“I told you the other day, right? Got a date today, so I’m leaving early,” Seokjin beats him to it as he waltz into the back room, taking his jacket and bag along with him.
“How could you leave me alone?” he feigns a sulky tone.
“You can handle it, Jiminie. Don’t forget to lock everything before you leave! You can take the rest of the pastries home too,” the baker starts saying everything quickly as he hurries up and walks out of the working area. Then he’s already out of the coffee shop before Jimin can even open his mouth to respond.
The problem with working a shift by himself is not the amount of work, but the amount of free time he has without anyone to talk with. No one really makes noises anymore since the customers at late hours are mostly solo, and he’s left alone listening to Taehyung’s waltz playlist that’s playing all day through the speakers.
Tonight, it’s a little different.
For some reasons, Jimin ends up sitting on the floor as he flips through the pages of the journal he found. It really is owned by Namjoon. Kim Namjoon, as written on the front page. Even as he is just starting, his lips are already curled up in a smile seeing the little doodles of weird looking koalas Namjoon drew on the front page. Not as intimidating as he looks, apparently. The thought has Jimin chuckling to himself.
The next few pages are filled with scribbled notes. Namjoon’s handwriting is so neat that Jimin can understand what they are talking about even when he does not know what kind of class the guy is taking. He seems to be dedicated to his studies, which is just another plus point.
The mess only starts halfway to the journal. Jimin frowns as the writings start to be all over the place, not in the structured paragraphs with little details anymore. They are just scribbles of random words and scratched pens.
Upon closer look, Jimin figures out that they are poems. Line by lines are stacked neatly, and rhymed at the end. Some are more beautiful and deeper than the others. Some are just daily activities, something that the writer saw around the place and made poetic lines out of.
There is also one describing Seokjin’s cake. Guy claims that he’s been blown by the art of chocolate and lemon which should be star-crossed lovers and Jimin’s body vibrates with a silent laughter.
At this point, the bell above the door jingles and he gets up quickly, impatiently serving the customer who’s ordering a takeaway Americano. It goes on rather quickly, and before the woman disappears from the door, he’s already back to his hidden seat on the floor.
Knowing that he will not be able to read everything, he skims a few pages of the writing, only reading a few that really touches his heart. It goes on until he finds a particular line that distracts him from the aesthetical mood of the whole thing.
I can help you slide those panties off
His lips fall open as he read the lines of poem, scanning through the page and the few other after that only to find out that they are mostly talking about the same thing. By the time he reaches milder ones again, his cheeks are burning. There is also this uncomfortable heat that starts to shimmer in his lower abdomen. His breath comes out of his mouth in a soft moan.
“Hello?”
The timing is absurdly wrong as well, because after he releases the breath he’s been holding, he hears a voice calling from above him. A gasp escaped his lips as he tilts his head up to see a customer leaning over the counter to see him.
He stands up so quickly the blood rushes up into his head and makes him dizzy. It takes him a moment to put a smile on his face and focuses on the guy.
“I think I left my journal here this morning, so I’m wondering if you… found it,” the blonde’s voice trails off as his gaze falls to the book Jimin still has open in his hand.
That is also the very second Jimin noticed that the guy is none other than Namjoon. He also notices a little too late the fact that he still has the book open in the page with a bigger font of ‘daddy’ written as the title of one of the poem. He yelps softly as he closes the book and quickly places it on the countertop, bowing his head down in shame.
“I-I believe this is yours. I’m sorry. I didn’t read anything, I swear. I just had the page open,” Jimin starts to make up excuses, only to realize how stupid it sounds when he lifts his gaze only to meet Namjoon’s baffled one. “I might have read a little… I’m sorry, but you’re a good writer, I couldn’t help it!”
The confused look in Namjoon’s face gradually melts into a bashful one as he reaches up to stroke his nape, a deep chuckle vibrates in his throat.
“You think so? Some of these never made it into my songs so I’m glad you like them. Thank you.”
“Songs? You made songs?” Jimin asks, wide-eyed.
“Yeah, these are song lyrics, actually.”
“Oh God, I thought they’re poems, I’m so-”
“No apologizing,” Namjoon shushes him gently, laughing again when he sees the pout forming on Jimin’s lips. “They’re similar in a sense. Both are written arts meant to be spread to other people, but one in the form of typography while the other is in a melody.”
Jimin smiles as he listens the male speak. There is this little spark glimmering in Namjoon’s eyes, signing just how passionate he is about the whole thing. In just a few hours span, Jimin keeps finding more and more things to be amazed of about Kim Namjoon.
“I’d like to listen sometimes,” Jimin says spontaneously, only to regrets it quickly afterwards. “I mean, if that’s not too much.”
“Sure thing, I can let you listen on my device?” Namjoon offers, diminishing his worries and making him lit up at once. The taller guy smiles as the apparent changes in Jimin’s expression, before his eyes shift to look at his wristwatch. “Maybe when it’s not so late?”
Jimin glances at the digital clock on the register, only to gasp audibly when he sees that it’s already ten minutes past closing time.
“Oh my god, I have to close the shop. Seokjin will kill me,” he goes into a little panic state, and it’s only Namjoon’s little laugh that calms him down. The taller was scrunching his nose and squeezing his eyes shut briefly, muttering a 'cute' that Jimin almost missed. Honestly, Jimin was not even the cute one here. How could such adorable person write the... rather raunchy lyrics? Jimin shakes his head quickly to get rid of he images to avoid blushing again.
The cleaning up and closing ends a little quicker than usual, thankfully, because Namjoon ends up helping to clean up the tables and throw the trash out. Jimin can’t be more thankful to the guy at this point and he sends him off with a box of pastries.
“I don’t know what you usually order but maybe you’d like some for your breakfast?” He says as he shoves it into Namjoon’s hands along with his journal.
“You really don’t have to… but thank you, Jimin!” Namjoon says, waving at him as he starts retreating to the other direction of the street. “See you sometime soon!”
The smile is still glued onto Jimin’s face as he watches the taller’s back walking away from him. It’s nearly midnight and the temperature is below zero degree out there in the street, but Jimin feels warmth radiating from inside his chest, and he embraces it as he turns around to walk the other direction home. Namjoon’s warmth is favorite one.
jimin/namjoon, domestic/rom-com, 1882words - for #MinJoonWeek
There is nothing special at this place. It is just a coffee shop at a corner of the street, filled with businessmen getting their first coffee of the day and tapping their foot impatiently on the wood of the floor. It is also where university students stay up until late and sometimes cry over their calculus exams.
There is nothing special at this place, but this place is where Park Jimin finds love.
It’s all started by the old, worn-down journal laying unnoticed under the table. With how dirty it looks, no one wants to touch it or sits anywhere in the table. No one wants to be involved with a missing item.
Park Jimin has no choice but to pick it up when he goes to wipe the table. He looks around the vicinity, spotting a couple making out in the corner of the room and a mom wiping her toddler’s mouth. When his eyes fall back onto the cover, a frown forms on his lips. The book looks like it’s being used a lot and the person who lost this must be so sad.
“Hey, Ji-man, stop spacing out there and help out if you’re done!”
The call from his boss has him scurrying over to claim his space back behind the cashier. He places the book next to the register. If Seokjin sees this, he will be scolded for neglecting the hygienic aspect of the barista working space. But then again, Seokjin always makes a big fuss about everything.
“Yah, Jimin! What’s that book?”
Jimin chokes. That’s barely three seconds after he thinks about it.
“A customer, I think? Maybe they will come back and ask about it, that’s why I just placed it here,” he says, taking the journal and shows it to the Elder.
“Ew, get that away from me,” Seokjin grimaces and actually steps away from the book as he places a new batch of pastries into the cooler. He pats his palms together before he stands before Jimin again, hands on his hips now. “Oh, I think I know that trashy thing.”
“It’s not that trashy, it looks important actually.”
“Yeah yeah, I suppose. It’s that Namjoon dude from last night,” he says before turning to glare sharply at the planner pasted next to the monitor display of the cashier. It’s a list of the staff and their shifts. “Which means that Taehyung didn’t clean up the place properly this morning. Just great.”
Jimin wants to laugh at his friend’s upcoming demise, but his attention is focused more to the name.
“Namjoon?”
“Blonde hair, dimples, long legs? Daddy material. Ring a bell?”
The bell that rings is not just any bell. Jimin’s face heats up as the face of a particular male shows up in his head. Jimin has been expecting him visiting the coffee shop during one of his shits again ever since the man knocked off a cup of coffee from his table. It was the first time he ever talked with the intimidatingly tall guy, and then Jimin never sees him anymore since his shift is moved to mostly night.
“Daddy material… I can’t believe,” he mumbles under his breath.
“Don’t start getting shy now. You have no right to when I’ve seen how kinky you can be, Baby J.”
Jimin squeaks at the mention of the nickname, shoving the hyung’s board shoulder away. Seokjin’s laugh follows him as he retreats into the kitchen. There he finds Seokjin’s bag already all packed, and now that he notices it, the elder is not wearing his work apron anymore.
“I told you the other day, right? Got a date today, so I’m leaving early,” Seokjin beats him to it as he waltz into the back room, taking his jacket and bag along with him.
“How could you leave me alone?” he feigns a sulky tone.
“You can handle it, Jiminie. Don’t forget to lock everything before you leave! You can take the rest of the pastries home too,” the baker starts saying everything quickly as he hurries up and walks out of the working area. Then he’s already out of the coffee shop before Jimin can even open his mouth to respond.
The problem with working a shift by himself is not the amount of work, but the amount of free time he has without anyone to talk with. No one really makes noises anymore since the customers at late hours are mostly solo, and he’s left alone listening to Taehyung’s waltz playlist that’s playing all day through the speakers.
Tonight, it’s a little different.
For some reasons, Jimin ends up sitting on the floor as he flips through the pages of the journal he found. It really is owned by Namjoon. Kim Namjoon, as written on the front page. Even as he is just starting, his lips are already curled up in a smile seeing the little doodles of weird looking koalas Namjoon drew on the front page. Not as intimidating as he looks, apparently. The thought has Jimin chuckling to himself.
The next few pages are filled with scribbled notes. Namjoon’s handwriting is so neat that Jimin can understand what they are talking about even when he does not know what kind of class the guy is taking. He seems to be dedicated to his studies, which is just another plus point.
The mess only starts halfway to the journal. Jimin frowns as the writings start to be all over the place, not in the structured paragraphs with little details anymore. They are just scribbles of random words and scratched pens.
Upon closer look, Jimin figures out that they are poems. Line by lines are stacked neatly, and rhymed at the end. Some are more beautiful and deeper than the others. Some are just daily activities, something that the writer saw around the place and made poetic lines out of.
There is also one describing Seokjin’s cake. Guy claims that he’s been blown by the art of chocolate and lemon which should be star-crossed lovers and Jimin’s body vibrates with a silent laughter.
At this point, the bell above the door jingles and he gets up quickly, impatiently serving the customer who’s ordering a takeaway Americano. It goes on rather quickly, and before the woman disappears from the door, he’s already back to his hidden seat on the floor.
Knowing that he will not be able to read everything, he skims a few pages of the writing, only reading a few that really touches his heart. It goes on until he finds a particular line that distracts him from the aesthetical mood of the whole thing.
I can help you slide those panties off
His lips fall open as he read the lines of poem, scanning through the page and the few other after that only to find out that they are mostly talking about the same thing. By the time he reaches milder ones again, his cheeks are burning. There is also this uncomfortable heat that starts to shimmer in his lower abdomen. His breath comes out of his mouth in a soft moan.
“Hello?”
The timing is absurdly wrong as well, because after he releases the breath he’s been holding, he hears a voice calling from above him. A gasp escaped his lips as he tilts his head up to see a customer leaning over the counter to see him.
He stands up so quickly the blood rushes up into his head and makes him dizzy. It takes him a moment to put a smile on his face and focuses on the guy.
“I think I left my journal here this morning, so I’m wondering if you… found it,” the blonde’s voice trails off as his gaze falls to the book Jimin still has open in his hand.
That is also the very second Jimin noticed that the guy is none other than Namjoon. He also notices a little too late the fact that he still has the book open in the page with a bigger font of ‘daddy’ written as the title of one of the poem. He yelps softly as he closes the book and quickly places it on the countertop, bowing his head down in shame.
“I-I believe this is yours. I’m sorry. I didn’t read anything, I swear. I just had the page open,” Jimin starts to make up excuses, only to realize how stupid it sounds when he lifts his gaze only to meet Namjoon’s baffled one. “I might have read a little… I’m sorry, but you’re a good writer, I couldn’t help it!”
The confused look in Namjoon’s face gradually melts into a bashful one as he reaches up to stroke his nape, a deep chuckle vibrates in his throat.
“You think so? Some of these never made it into my songs so I’m glad you like them. Thank you.”
“Songs? You made songs?” Jimin asks, wide-eyed.
“Yeah, these are song lyrics, actually.”
“Oh God, I thought they’re poems, I’m so-”
“No apologizing,” Namjoon shushes him gently, laughing again when he sees the pout forming on Jimin’s lips. “They’re similar in a sense. Both are written arts meant to be spread to other people, but one in the form of typography while the other is in a melody.”
Jimin smiles as he listens the male speak. There is this little spark glimmering in Namjoon’s eyes, signing just how passionate he is about the whole thing. In just a few hours span, Jimin keeps finding more and more things to be amazed of about Kim Namjoon.
“I’d like to listen sometimes,” Jimin says spontaneously, only to regrets it quickly afterwards. “I mean, if that’s not too much.”
“Sure thing, I can let you listen on my device?” Namjoon offers, diminishing his worries and making him lit up at once. The taller guy smiles as the apparent changes in Jimin’s expression, before his eyes shift to look at his wristwatch. “Maybe when it’s not so late?”
Jimin glances at the digital clock on the register, only to gasp audibly when he sees that it’s already ten minutes past closing time.
“Oh my god, I have to close the shop. Seokjin will kill me,” he goes into a little panic state, and it’s only Namjoon’s little laugh that calms him down. The taller was scrunching his nose and squeezing his eyes shut briefly, muttering a 'cute' that Jimin almost missed. Honestly, Jimin was not even the cute one here. How could such adorable person write the... rather raunchy lyrics? Jimin shakes his head quickly to get rid of he images to avoid blushing again.
The cleaning up and closing ends a little quicker than usual, thankfully, because Namjoon ends up helping to clean up the tables and throw the trash out. Jimin can’t be more thankful to the guy at this point and he sends him off with a box of pastries.
“I don’t know what you usually order but maybe you’d like some for your breakfast?” He says as he shoves it into Namjoon’s hands along with his journal.
“You really don’t have to… but thank you, Jimin!” Namjoon says, waving at him as he starts retreating to the other direction of the street. “See you sometime soon!”
The smile is still glued onto Jimin’s face as he watches the taller’s back walking away from him. It’s nearly midnight and the temperature is below zero degree out there in the street, but Jimin feels warmth radiating from inside his chest, and he embraces it as he turns around to walk the other direction home. Namjoon’s warmth is favorite one.