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24/7 Coffee Shop Disaster

Warning: There honestly might be one or two curse words.

Summary: Some weird college student decided to make his way into your store and fuck shit up. Honesttly he was just really clumsy and you’d be the one cleaning up after him if he kept up with what he was doing. Everytime you looked he was getting into something. 

Pairing: S.coups x Male!Coffee Shop Owner 

Word Count: 1000+

By: freakandgeekuniverse

Customers flowed in and out of the coffee shop on the side of the road. It was always a quick grab in go for the college kids, businessmen, and local Instagram users. The chime of the door as it swung open was beginning to dawn on you. Sometimes it was nonstop and at other times you never heard it at all.

This was your twenty-four hours seven days a week coffee shop. Everything was made in stores. From the coffee that you’d grind fresh and brew every day to the pastries that burnt your tongue because waiting for something to cool took way to long. This was your routine after all. Embedding itself in your blood and coursing its way through your veins,“You want it we got it, As today’s good mood is sponsored by coffee!” Your voice never actually reached your ear when you said it. It was a deep drone that sorta hooked the customer to look up and then they’d probably catch your face.

The way your smile never actually reached your ear. More like a smirk. Or how your eyes seem to beam down on them. Some days you’d even have a shadow which to some it was attractive. You were an attractive man after all.

Tonight you were dying. Everyone had gone home leaving you to run the night shift. Which wasn’t bad if the store wasn’t dead. The only thing that was keeping you up was the overflow of caffeine and the music that coursed its way through the shop. The slapping of the mop against the floor as you mopped the floors clean. Tonight you might have closed early if the door wouldn’t have chime.

In walked a tall boy. Bandages all over his fingers and few on his face. Lip busted and chapped. Black hair a mess with a bag slung over his shoulder.

Feet gliding against the floor as you jumped over the counter cup in hand, “What could I do for you?” Looking the boy over as he looked through the coffee shop gazing over you for a second before his eyes drifted over to the menu.

“Can I have a mocha with one of the blueberry muffins,” hand drifting closer to the bell as he spoke. Pushing it as a ding registered through it. All you could actually do was smile as you wrote his order down. Reaching into the glass cabinet as you handed him his treat. Then came the second ding. Eyebrow slightly raised as you began to work on his order.

Sharpy in your hand as you began to draw what came to your mind. You had to say your art skills were pretty decent.  Hand doodling away as you ignored anyone and everything. Every time your sharpy touched the cup a ding would resonate and you’d look over your shoulder.

Not once. Not twice. But several times from the little shit with the cat-like grin.

Slapping your hand over his as you gave him a once over. Eyebrow raised as to ask him ‘what the fuck’. He stood their pride and glory on his face as he got your attention. Taking your hand of his as you tipped your head to tell him to go ahead.

Ding

Your hand reached out to grab the bell as you threw it into the trash. Cocking a smile at the boy as you tilted your head to the side, running your finger through your hair as you heaved a sigh.

“What can I do for you? Your coffee will be ready in just a few seconds if you wait a little longer,” slight irritation coming from your voice.

He just shrugged and walked around the store. Looking at the different painting that graced the wall. Your eye drifted over him as he didn’t even know what he wanted. Decide to come in your coffee shops of all place in the middle of the night. Waste your time. When you had already been doing that.

Looking back down at your masterpiece as a splash rang throughout the room. Soapy water flowing all over the clean floors as the boy stood their mop extended like a sword. Hearing the mop plop on the ground as he began to mop the water up. Making your way around the counter to snatch the mop out of his hand as you began to clean his mess up.

Watching as he made his way to a different part of the shop. Turning around again to hurry and make his iced coffee before he fucked something else up

Then came the thud. The circle piece of sugar still in hand as the sweet substance spilled all over the floor, “The top wasn’t screwed all the way on and it sorta spilled all over the floor.” Watching as you walked over rag in hand as you reached over him to clean his mess up. “You’re like a little kid. Stop touching stuff because you’re going to end up breaking it in the end. Just sit here and don’t touch anything. Okay?” It left your mouth more as a demand and less as a suggestion.

Standing over him as he squirmed in his seat. Eyebrow cocked as he looked up at you, “But I have to go to the bathroom.” Looking more and more like a kid. Finger pointing as he leaped out of his seat and made his way in.

All you could do was stare dumbfounded and think maybe I should follow him into the bathroom. No later than that though was when you began to see toilet water flood from out the bathroom onto the clean floor. That was covered in mop water, sugar, toilet bowl water, and muddy footprints from his and your shoes.

Waltzing his way out with a smile on his cheeks as a chuckle left his lips. “I think you guys bathroom is broken….” As the words leave his mouth he began to slip in toilet water and knock over and break several plants that were minding their own business spilling dirt all over the floor.

He had only been here for 15 minutes and was already beginning to destroy the store. Sliding his mocha across the table as you glared at him. “Your order is ready sir.”

Watching as he got off the floor and made his way over to grab his new drink. Reaching across as he put the straw in cup and smile at you. “Woah this is really good.”

“Yeah,” left your lips as you looked at the picture in front of you.

“I might come here more often. The name is Seungcheol.” Taking a sip of his drink as he made his way towards the door.

“Please don’t.”

And from the day forward a lovely picture of Seungcheol sat in the window. With bright red letters. HEREBY BANNED FROM THIS STORE. Sometimes you bring him a mocha and blueberry muffin if he promised not to come in again. This was a start of a lovely friendship.