Coffee Shop (bts x reader)

01

"Order for Jiwon?"

"Ah that's me!"

"Have a nice day!"

Working in a coffee shop at the age of twenty-three, (y/n) couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. When people, mainly the older generation, saw the dark markings on her arm shot her looks of disapproval, she felt no need to be ashamed or embarrassed anymore. Sure she was working what most would call "a teenager's job", but she was still working. Without the aid of a soulmate, or in her case presumably soulmates, she was doing well. She lived on her own and paid for everything by herself.

Today was her last day at "Assa Café" in Incheon. By this time next month she will be (hopefully) managing the new "Assa Café" in Seoul. Her current manager has decided to open another shop in a more populated area due to their grow in popularity around Incheon (two shops were already there); and because (y/n) was the assistant manager with the most seniority, she had the option to go and manage the new building.

She said yes.

After today she will leave for her new apartment building to settle in before going through the month process of hiring a small staff. She of course will be paid hourly as a manager (which was more than what she makes now) while she did interviews and all that jazz.

"Order for Sungho?"

"Over here!"

(Y/n) smiled as she made her way over to the small table where a couple sat. They were holding hands across the table, their marks displayed proudly on their wrists with their worn-out golden color.

"Enjoy!"

Every time she served a couple she couldn't help be feel the tiniest twinge of jealousy. It used to upset her greatly, but now she just brushes the feeling off. Most people find their soulmate between the ages of seventeen and twenty. Of course she was only three years off from the average, but three years was three years.

She didn't mind how long she would have to wait, they'd meet eventually. That's how it's supposed to work.

—

Meanwhile, Namjoon and Yoongi had arrived back home at the same time. Usually one would get home before the other, but the two had to stay back for a meeting.

"There's my boys." Seokjin hummed happily as he greeted the two at the door, planting a kiss on both of their cheeks. "The others are in the the kitchen, go get changed so we can have dinner." He instructed before going into the kitchen himself, leaving the other two to head to their rooms after taking their shoes off.

"Jungkookie it'll only take them a few minutes, stop trying to sneak food." Seokjin had walked in on Hoseok playfully scolding the youngest. Jungkook only huffed and crossed his arms before plopping his head onto Taehyung's shoulder. The later let out a deep chuckle before wrapping an arm around the maknae.

The older boy's touch instantly calmed the younger, causing the forced pout off his lips as he let of a content sigh. Jimin snickered to the other side of him.

"Be nice." Seokjin warned, knowing it was in good fun.

Before too long the other two came back down in casual clothes, completing the table and allowing everyone to dig in.

If you had asked them what they thought their future would be, they sure as hell wouldn't have said this. They were supposed to become a trainee group, but after meeting each other at the same time all in one room—they knew it wouldn't work out. Having soulmates in the same group is risky, dangerous really. If one gets hurt, so does the other. In this case, the rest of the group would have.

In the end Namjoon and Yoongi stayed with BigHit as producer/songwriters, while Hoseok and Jimin stayed to help in the choreography department. Taehyung and Jungkook have finished school at their respective times, and both went on to higher education. Taehyung was now a photographer working on getting his own gallery, and Jungkook an aspiring videographer/director with many short films. As for Seokjin, or Jin as he prefers, became "worldwide handsome" in the chef world. He went back to school with the aid of his parents and furthered his cooking skills, leaving him to become a well-known chef with his face in tons of cooking magazines. Many had questioned why he didn't do modeling instead.

The seven were well off now and lived together happily, their life was almost perfect. Almost.

The marks on their arms have changed colors to the classic worn-out gold color, all but one that is. The mark at the very end of their wrists was still strikingly black, reminding them that they were still missing a part of the beautiful soul they all shared. Leaving hope that one day the empty room at the end hall will be filled with life.

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