Morning Coffee
Title: Morning Coffee
Pairing: Kyusung
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I'm from Ohio...not too many hot korean idols to own or make money of off. So do you think I'm doing that with these boys?...didn't think so
Summary: What seems like a regular day, can actually be the day that fate takes an interesting turn and finds courage for you.
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I’ve watched you. I’ve watched you for a long time. Always covered up, hoping no one would notice your presence in the quiet little coffee shop. But I noticed and never said a thing. Sure it’s a little shop but if people knew it was you in here everyday, it might stop being so little, so quite and peaceful. And if that happened, you would probably stop coming everyday. And then I wouldn’t be able to watch you anymore.
I sometimes feel like I’m some weirdo, especially since I know that you’re a few years older then me. But at the same time, I’m only one of millions who watch you. The only difference between those other millions and me is that I get to do it every day in person, even if it is only a few minutes as you slip in to get some coffee.
I didn’t realize it was you at first. Your disguise is so good, that the only way I figured it out was from your voice when I finally got to serve you myself. Though I recognized you as a regular before that and was captivated by some unknown force because at that time there was no reason for me to be attracted to you when you were in the shop. The baggy and unflattering clothes, the dorky glasses, and that beanie you loved to wear so much. No make-up, not so perfectly styled hair, and a little less jewelry and you look like a completely different person. But at the same time I’m not sure which you I prefer. The quiet regular who wants to blend in, in my little shop, or the man with the mesmerizing voice on stage.
Or maybe I like both of you equally. They’re both you, so why shouldn’t I?
I try to urge myself to talk to you. Not like some obsessive fanboy, but just make some small talk as you get your coffee. You are a regular in the store, so it wouldn’t be that weird, would it? There are plenty of other regulars who I prepare their coffee for them before they can even make it to the counter. I ask them how their day is going, and their health, and their work. Just friendly conversations since we see each other so much. But why can’t I do the same for you? I always let you order your coffee, even though I know it perfectly, because it makes you have to stay for just a couple minutes longer. But then, why don’t I talk to you? That would probably add a couple more minutes. But I just can’t seem to do it.
Maybe, it’s just your presence. Maybe I feel that I wouldn’t be able to speak past it. Or maybe I’m trying to make sure you don’t know I know who you are, so you will always come back. Who knows if I’ll ever be able to answer those questions. Or maybe I’m afraid that if I discover the real reason that I’ll never be able to find the courage to talk. Or maybe the answer is just that I’m afraid.
But here you are again, in my shop at exactly 7:06, like clockwork, to get your morning coffee. But then this probably isn’t the beginning of your day, or at least not every day. You flash that soft smile as you always do and quietly give me your order. It’s a Sunday and very slow so I get you all to myself this morning. Yet even in this total privacy between us, I can’t seem to speak up. But the biggest shock to my day is that you speak up.
"Are you always stuck working the mornings?" I was taken completely by surprise and almost dropped the cup I was holding. You gave me a weird look as I took some time to find the ability to speak again.
"Yeah, but it’s not so bad. If I don’t have school, I can always go back and sleep some more. But being here everyday is the only way to pay for school and my apartment."
"I don’t think I’ve seen you miss a single day since I started coming here. You need a break sometime. Even I manage to get a break on occasion. Like today, I have absolutely nothing to do."
"Well those bills won’t pay for themselves and I get enough breaks. But I would never know if you had a day off because you are always here at the exact same time everyday. What? You don’t like sleeping in on your days off?" The more we talked the more relaxed I felt. I felt that maybe we could have normal conversations on a daily basis. Maybe I’m insane for not finding the courage sooner. But then I didn’t find the courage, you gave it to me.
"Force of habit I guess. And well this coffee is always the best, why not get it every day since I’m awake."
"Well thanks for the complement. I try my best to make the best coffee possible."
"I would have to say you have succeeded. Don’t go trying to change it on me now."
"Well if my most loyal customer says not to change it, then I have to listen."
"You must have other customers who are as loyal as I am. No way I can be the only one." You sat down in the shop for the first time, making yourself comfortable at the table closest to the counter. This is the longest you’ve stayed and I couldn’t be happier. Well maybe I shouldn’t get ahead of myself.
"Of course I have loyal customers, but even they miss a day, or come at different times. Only you manage to stay so consistent. Did you want anything to eat? Our waffles are to die for if I do say so myself."
"Maybe I’ll try some. I haven’t eaten anything yet. And well I have to see how they compare to the coffee, if you give them a high rating." You said yes. I couldn’t believe it. Now you have to stay longer and I might as well be on cloud nine.
"Though you know, you are my most loyal customer and yet I don’t know your name." I couldn’t believe I just asked that. Now I might push you too far. I nervously set down the waffle as I waited for your answer, even though I already knew it.
"Oh sorry, I guess we haven’t introduced ourselves, even though your name tag speaks for you. I’m Jongwoon, though my job gives me a second name."
"Kyuhyun, obviously." You gave me your real name. Well I shouldn’t be too surprised, I shouldn’t expect your stage name.
"It’s nice to finally meet you officially, Kyuhyun. And I must say, you are right about the waffles."
"Thank you, maybe I should make a recommendation board and write your favorite items on it."
"Ah, no one will care about some random guy’s favorite picks."
"I beg to differ. I care about them." Just then the music changed to one of your songs, almost to share the hidden meaning in my words. Even if you weren’t a regular, I would care about your picks.
"I think you have a different reason to like them then the random people off the street." Oh no, was I discovered? Do you know that I know who you are?
"Why do you say that?"
"Well you work here, you care about customer input more then other customers do." I mentally sighed in relief.
"I swear there is a Yesung song playing every time I’m in here."
"Do you not like his songs?" Well that would be weird for you to not like your own songs.
"Oh no, I like them. It’s just a little ironic personally. How about you?" I could feel your eyes staring me down, really wanting to know what I thought of your music.
"He’s probably my favorite singer. All the power and emotion in the songs, and then his voice. His voice is probably what I love about him most. The husky voice is so captivating and soothing. I could listen to it all day long. And well it makes me happy that I get to hear his voice every day." I already went fanboy enough, might as well reveal myself now. "Whether he’s singing or ordering coffee."
"So you did know. I was always curious to know if you did or not, but didn’t want to reveal it myself in case you didn’t." I couldn’t believe you already knew, I thought I hid my knowledge perfectly.
"How?"
"I don’t know. It was just a feeling. But obviously I don’t have to ask you to keep it a secret, since you knew and already kept it quiet. Thank you."
"I was worried that if I asked, you would stop coming in. And well I didn’t want that more then I wanted to fanboy."
"Thanks again. But I should probably get going. How much do I owe you for the waffle?" You stood up ready to pay me, but I wasn’t ready for you to go.
"No need it’s on the house today. I’ll see you tomorrow morning then, Jongwoon."
"Or maybe after work." You gave me that smile of yours as you thanked me again for the breakfast and left. To say I was confused was an understatement, but as I grabbed your mug off the table, I saw it. The little note you left me, with your number on it.
‘Call me. I did say I was free today.’
Forget about day, that just made my life. Only three more hours left of work.
A/N: Okay randomly wrote this in like 2 hours. (Would've been shorter but I didn't want my dad to find out I was awake...yeah it's like 6am. haha.
Yeah, no idea what brought this out in my head, but I kinda like it. Maybe a sequal in the future if people are interested.
Comment please. They make me all happy. Like Kyuhyun in this fic with Jongwoon's note. haha.
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