a daily dose of you
a daily dose of you
it happens everyday, and yet we're never tired of it
jung joonyoung/roy kim
g
711 words
Roy enters his workplace; a small cafe at the entrance of a fairly empty district. The main road is starting to fill up with vehicles on their way to their respective destinations, while the sidewalks have only but few people strolling on them. He opens the door and naturally the tiny bell attached to the door handle rings, making his prescence known to his fellow co-workers. A customer once said that having some form of a doorbell would make the place feel more comfortable, like home, but their boss felt that it wasn’t worth investing in (for it would be particularly odd and not in any way unique). So that customer got them a small bell from a 1000 won shop, with a green translucent ribbon neatly tied around the string holding it.
Between half-smiles and rushed greetings, he hurries to the room at the back where a wooden door has a huge label stuck onto it that reads “STAFF ONLY”. He finds his locker and opens it, placing his bag inside as he stands there frowning, trying to deduce which item he should be having on him while he goes around making refreshments and serving desserts on platters all day. Like any normal person, he settles with his phone, and slams the locker shut. He hastily puts on his uniform (a brown apron with the cafe’s logo on the left side) and ties a simple knot at the back, brisk walking to the door and pushing it open, ready to start the day.
As soon as he reaches the counter, he is greeted by a familiar face, way too familiar a face.
“Good morning, Roy. You’re a little late today,” Joonyoung smirks, tilting his head to the side as he leans against the counter, arms folded on top of it.
“It’s barely 9am, you’re the one who’s early,” Roy exclaims, taking a damp towel and wiping coffee mugs in front of him, making sure that they are clean before using them.
“No, it’s already 9am, look,” He points to the clock mounted on the wall, the minute hand slightly after 12 and the hour hand at 9. “Besides, you should’ve heard me coming in, what with the bell I got you all for Christmas.”
“I was at the back, and the bell isn’t exactly one from a clock tower either,” Roy grabs a medium sized cup and turns to Joonyoung. “The usual?”
“Nah, I think I’d like a large today. I’m gonna be here for a while,” his grin widens and eyes crinkle. Roy’s heart skips a beat, as it always does when he smiles (which is all the time). He immediately switches the cup and gets to coffee-making in an attempt to avoid eye contact, but asks the obligatory question.
“Don’t you have work?”
Joonyoung chuckles in disbelief, “I busk for a living! Unlike you, I can work wherever I want, whenever I want. You know this!” He looks at Roy with a lifted eyebrow, as if teasing him. The stare pierces right through him, his heart rate steadily increasing, even though he isn’t looking back.
With a huff, he serves the steaming beverage on a porcelain saucer, and professionally says, “Here’s your coffee good sir, enjoy.”
“Thank you, Roy.” Joonyoung flashes another smile, and holds the cup firmly, as if he is protecting something of great importance. He takes a whiff of the brew, savouring the essence of the freshly made drink, and takes a sip. He hums in delight and places it back on the saucer. Instantly, the caffeine surges through his veins, his eyes brighten up and his skin glows.
He opens his eyes and beams at Roy, “Delicious as always! Nothing like the taste of coffee in the morning, made with love.”
“It’s my job.” Roy mutters under his breath. His brows furrow as his face turns visibly red, arms folded across his chest. It’s a compliment he receives everyday, and yet his heart goes haywire every time Joonyoung says it. The other person is obviously relishing this moment, laughing lightheartedly at the embarrassed barista.
A regular day at the cafe begins as such, and a regular night for the two of them ends in sweaters and comforters together.
a/n: extremely unbeta-d birthday fic meant for tira (reduxed) happy birthday!! i know this isn't a very good piece but the idea has been stuck on my mind since you showed me that album, plus you wrote a drabble for me on my birthday and i feel like i should do the same as well!! you deserve all the best and only the best. thank you for being such a wonderful friend, i hope your birthday is filled with cake and sparkles and loads of coffee I LOVE YOU ♡♡♡♡♡ p.s I STILL HAVE TO SEND OUT YOUR SUPER BELATED PRESENT along with everyone on tlist jfc i'm the worst orz