Inspired by this photoshoot and the feels they caused OTL
“Hurry back with the coffee!” Your boss called as you left the meeting room. You grumbled a few choice words under your breath before heading to the elevators within the building. There were plenty of juniors beneath you, male juniors, that were perfectly capable of fetching coffee. It wasn’t the task itself that bothered you, but the fact that your boss deemed it “woman’s work.”
He may be running one of the highest paying law firms in the city, but your patience was starting to wear thin.
The elevator ride was just as long and unbearable as the time you had been upright in your heels. The only reason you wore heels this high today is because you were supposed to be seated in a meeting, a very important meeting with another firm in the city. It was an attempt on your boss’s part to either merge the companies or have the smaller company become a “branch” off his own. Either way, he wanted to be the one in charge like the greedy little pig he was.
Walking out the building you realized that you weren’t at your firm, and were at someone else’s. A completely different part of the city. Which meant you had no idea where any of the coffee shops were. “Great. Just great.” Driving around wouldn’t do any good, especially since you had a hard enough time finding a parking space. Coffee stalls could always over charge and at this time of day, any Starbucks for miles could be crowded.
“I should just leave. I can sell my car and hop on the next plane out of the city.” “Ma’am?” ‘Ma’am?’ “Look, I don’t know how old you think I,” a man with some of the most unique eyes you’d ever seen had stepped up to you, smile bright. “You look like you could use some help. Are you lost?” “Just a bit,” “Maybe I can help you find what you’re looking for!” he grinned, shuffling the flyers he held in his arms around. “Well? What are ya trying to find?”
“I’m looking for a coffee shop. A good one, and not a Starbucks.” “Oh those are awful crowded this time of day. But it must be fate!” “What do you me,” he had already shoved a flyer in your face before you could get the sentence out of your mouth completely.
“Bonjour Paris?” “A little slice Paris, without having to step on a plane!” Taking the flyer from in front of your face, you merely raised your brow in skepticism. “Oh, don’t worry, we don’t just sell French flavors. We have flavors from all around the world! Really!” “All right…if you say so…” you mumbled as you glanced at the flyer that was probably poorly made in Microsoft Word.
“Okay. So how do I get there?” “I’m actually done with my turn of passing out flyers, so I could take you there if you wanted.” You nodded as confirmation and he grinned even more if possible. “Great! Come with me.” He walked to a moped that you somehow missed even though it was glinting in the sun. Swinging his leg over the side, he pulled the key from his pocket and put it in the ignition. “Well? Aren’t you coming?” “When was the last time you hopped on a stranger’s moped?” “Come on. You need that coffee don’t you?” You honestly could sense no ill intention form him, or he was a really good actor.
“All right.” You climbed onto the back, circling your arms around his middle as he started the moped. It rumbled beneath you, encouraging you to hold him a bit tighter. “Off we go!” Honking his horn, he parted the crowd and zipped through hitting the streets with little trouble. “Yah! Don’t be so reckless!” “Don’t worry, I’ve only crashed twice!” he yelled over the rush of air. “I just realized we don’t have helmets!” you screamed, holding him even tighter. “Do you have good insurance?” “What?!” You could hear his laugh over the horns and engines of the cars, an eu kyang kyang type laugh.
Nearly bowling people over on the sidewalk he began to cut through alleyways. “Where are we going?!” “To the coffee shop!” You had tried to keep track of just where you were going, but he had made too many turns for you to keep up with. At least you got a good look at his face and you intended to bite and scratch if he tried anything.
Nearly turning on one wheel, he turned past one more corner. “Pretty, huh?” The horizon of the sea stretched out before you, the sand white and pretty like the kind you only see in magazines. “That’s where we’re headed!” Up ahead, a little cottage was sitting on its own, on a peninsula of concrete that seemed to be made for it. He slowed down as he neared it, careful to not jerk in one direction too far to through you both in the sea.
“We’ve arrived.” He announced as he cut the engine. “Could you let go? I need to go put this in the back.” Nodding, you released him from your death grip and muttered an apology since he was kind enough not to complain. Stepping off the moped, you gazed in wonder at the gorgeous scenery and wondered who was funding this little cottage to get real estate like this. “I didn’t even know we had this side of the city…” you murmured.
On the side of the cottage, sure enough, was a sign that read Bonjour Paris, in disgustingly pretty cursive letters and italics. You rounded the cottage to find the front. ‘I feel like I’ve walked into another world entirely.’ Taking a deep breath, the scent of roasted coffee and sea waterfilled your nose, a pleasant mix. “No time like the present I guess…” Walking to the front door, you knocked lightly. “Wait, why am I knocking, it’s a coffee shop isn’t it?” The knob had just moved out of your grip as the door swung open a dark haired man stared down at you.
“Ooo. Where’s Yunho? Tell him we’ve got a biter!” ‘What do they mean by biter?’ “Come on in milady. Welcome to Bonjour Paris. And don’t worry, biter isn’t an insulting term we use round here.” He promised with a smile. “And just what does it mean?” you questioned as the scent of the cottage invited you in. “Means we’ve got a pretty lady who isn’t afraid to bite back and has a bit of spark to her.” He winked as he shut the door behind you. “Has anyone told you you’re greasy?” You heard a laugh from across the cottage, two men standing together with trays balancing on their hands.
“Don’t you have customers to tend to?!” the man shouted to the other two, who quickly occupied themselves. “Well then miss, what may I do for you?” “Your eyes caught a clock on the wall. It had already been thirty minutes, so no use to rush back to the meeting. “I’ll sit here and have something to drink I guess.” “Great! Any place you’d like to sit in particular?”
Glancing around the large room, you noticed a bar that no one was seated at. “I’ll have a seat at the bar.” “I thought so. Right this way miss.” He smiled as he led you towards the bar. “Your jacket?” You were confused for a moment. “Oh!” your face reddened when you could tell he was trying to hold in a laugh as you shrugged off your expensive Armani blazer. “I’ll hang this up. Yunho take care of our biter okay?” You watched the dark haired man go, still not sure how being called a “biter” sat with you.
“Sorry about Yoochun. He means well.” Spinning around to face the counter, a tall man was shining the different mugs and glasses, placing them neatly on shelves. His vest seemed to be almost straining to stretch itself across his broad back. He was pretty built compared to the other guy, not that you were checking him out too much anyway. His brown hair sat neatly on his head, and you held in a breath as you waited for him to eventually turn around.
“So what kind of coffee do you like miss?” he asked, moving further down the bar to start up a few machines. “I don’t drink coffee.” He paused what he was doing, turning his head slightly and you wondered if he could see you from the corner of his eyes. “You came to a coffee shop and you don’t drink coffee?” His tone was playful, bordering on teasing. “I’m…not even sure why I came here anymore to be honest.” You sighed, suddenly feeling exhausted.
“Do you drink tea?” he asked as he moved to counters even further down the bar. “I do.” “Any favorites?” “Don’t care.” “I think what you need is some white tea.” Reaching into the cabinet, he pulled out a jar. Closing the cabinet with his other hand as he moved closer to you again, he grabbed a teapot off another shelf. He was moving so fluidly, you wondered how long he had been practicing. ‘Guess you have to make this job interesting somehow.’
Since he clearly wasn’t going to turn around any time soon, you took to examining the cottage. It was pretty homey for a place of business, the scent of coffee with several spices hanging in the air. There were a few couples, young and old seated at tables and even one seated on a couch in front of an unlit fireplace. One of the workers had slid into your view, his form almost as tall as the guy making you tea. His hair was brown, fluffy, and long, but not so long that you could see his jawline that could probably cut through steel. He was incredibly handsome, but had an air about him that made him see shy as he interacted with customers.
The one who was laughing with him earlier came to stand next him, being a bit shorter. He was prettier than most of the models you had gone to court for, his dark hair framing his face perfectly. You wondered how it was possible for anyone to be that gorgeous. “Yah! What took you so long!” The dark haired yelled as the back door opened. “Sorry Yoochun, I was taking care of the moped!” So Yoochun was that guy’s name.
“Is she still here? She didn’t leave did she?” “No, she’s right over there Junsu.” Junsu turned toward you, his smile bright even from across the room. “You stayed!” “Well I came here on your moped and I’m not really sure where we are so yes, I’m still here.” You giggled as he came over to you. “You weren’t doing anything too important were you? You looked pretty frustrated standing out there.” “Oh no, I was fine…just…well yeah, I was frustrated.” You admitted with a sigh.
“You should stay for tonight! Yoochun is playing piano.” “I do want to leave before dark…” “I’ll give you a ride.” Just as you turned, a tray with a tea pot and a cup was being set down on the counter. Looking up, your brain lost its connection with your mouth.
He was perfect.
“Yunho is our flawless barista and also the manager. He’ll take care of you.” Junsu smiled. “I’m going upstairs to get changed okay?” “Hurry back Junsu.”
His gaze turned back to you, raising a single brow in question. “Are you okay ma’am?” “Why do you all call me ma’am? Do I look like a ma’am to you?” “I was just being polite.” He turned back towards the bar to clean at the mugs and glasses again. You nearly kicked the counter in frustration, wondering how to get him to talk to you again.
“I’m sorry. I’m not sure why I’m so on edge.” “Drink the tea. I mixed it special to help you relax.” Nodding even though he couldn’t see you, you began to pour the tea into the cup, the floral aroma cutting through the smell of coffee.
Picking up the cup, you blew carefully at the top before taking a sip. It was perfectly sweetened, but not so much you couldn’t taste the flavor of the tea. “This is great, what flavor,” “Hibiscus.” He answered quickly. You took another sip, not sure if he was angry at you or not.
“You can talk to me. I already know you’re a biter.” He turned to face you, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed. “Just how do you determine a ‘biter’ huh?” “That blazer you had on was Armani, and though you came in here looking nervous, it’s easy to see you’re a no nonsense woman. You bite back.” Him and his friends had already pegged you from the beginning. He even knew what kind of jacket you were wearing. “Well…that’s me I guess.” You chuckled awkwardly, taking another sip of tea.
‘How do you conversation?’ You wondered as he continued to watch you. “Does our biter have a name?” he asked. “Yes. I’m…____.” “And what is it that you do?” “I’m a lawyer at SM.” “That big law firm?” “That’s the one.” You mumbled bitterly. “Doesn’t sound like the best place to work.” He flashed a smile at customers who were entering, girls in their early 20s by the looks of it. “Ugh. Youth.” You groaned as you poured yourself another cup of tea.
“You say you’re not a ma’am, but you’re looking at a group of 20 something girls with such disdain.” Looking up at him, a smile was placing on the edges of his mouth as he tried to keep a neutral face. “How old am I? Go on guess.” “23?” “Higher.” “25.” “A bit more.” “…27?” “Yup.” You chugged the cup of tea down, feeling a bit less relaxed. “You sell any alcohol here?”
“We do.” “Something strong please.” “Yah, Changmin.” The man paused mid stride just as he was passing by the bar, glancing between you and Yunho. “Would you go grab a bottle of whiskey?” “But we don’t,” “In the back. Top shelf.” There was silence for a moment, making you look back at Changmin who took one look at you. “Oh! Sure thing, I’ll be right back ma’aaaaiss. I’ll be right back miss.” He hurried off without another word.
“He’s young.” Yunho commented as he picked up a glass to shine. “How young?” “Twenty-five.” “How old are you?” “28.” You chuckled a bit at that, twirling the cup on your tray a bit.
Changmin was back in no time, handing a bottle of whiskey to Yunho. More patrons filed in and Yunho quickly served them all their drinks. You merely watched as the cottage slowly began to fill with more and more people.
“Bar’s closed!” Yunho announced as he brought two glasses and the bottle of whiskey with him as he came from behind the counter. He didn’t even have to hop on the stool next to you; he merely sat down. “So when can I expect payment from you? This is my personal bottle of whiskey.” Sitting up, you reached for your purse but grabbed air. You spun around on the stool, checking the floor. “Oh no, did I leave it in my car,” You were standing to leave when Yunho’s hand on your shoulder held you in place. “No worries. I’m treating you to my whiskey. And this is my place anyway, so no biggie.” “You’re too kind you know. You should watch out for that. Lawyers like me exploit attitudes like yours.”
“Mm.” was his only reply as he opened the bottle and poured both of you a glass. “Cheers.” You clinked your glass against his rather unceremoniously, chugging down in one gulp. You hissed at the initial burn. “Strong stuff. Shouldn’t take it all at once.” He commented as he poured you your second glass. The lights dimmed and Yoochun took center stage in the furthest corner of the room with a keyboard.
“How you ladies and gents doing tonight?” he began as he played a few keys. “Lucky for you, Junsu will be accompanying me tonight.” A bunch of the ladies squealed and cheered in delight. Junsu walked over to Yoochun, sitting on a small stool next to him.
“So what is it about your law firm has got you upset?” Yunho questioned before he took a sip from his glass. “I…I’m not even sure anymore. I mean my boss is a huge sexist jerk,” “How do you know he’s sexist?” “Because I was supposed to be there in the meeting! I was supposed to be there, doing my job, but instead I get sent out on a coffee run! He could’ve asked one of the workers at the company to get the coffee or one of the junior members of the team, one of the male members of the team, but instead he sent me! Doing a menial job like getting coffee,” “So my job is menial to you?” You couldn’t trace any sort of anger in his voice, and you felt even worse. You almost wanted him to be angry.
“Yes. Your job is menial.” “To you.” He finished off his glass and set about pouring another. Why wasn’t he getting angry? Did he just not care? “I’ve attended one of the best law schools in the nation and I will tell you there isn’t a more boring job than fetching coffee.” “I don’t think that’s what you’re angry at. You could like coffee.” He swiveled the stool to face you, poking a finger at your forehead. “It’s up here that’s blocking you from liking coffee.”
Your brows furrowed together in frustration, reaching for your glass but he quickly moved it out of reach. “Why do you hate coffee? Tell me.” “It’s bitter.” “It can be sweetened.” “It smells awful.” “Liar.” “Can I have my whiskey back since I’m clearly lying?” “There’s a deeper problem lying here.” He took a swig of his own glass, releasing a pleased sigh.
“There’s no deeper problem!” You insisted, just about ready to tackle him for the whiskey. “Why is coffee such a menial job? You had to fetch coffee once in your life didn’t you?” “…yes.” “Why?” “Because I had to. I was new to the team, straight out of law school.” “And how long ago was that?” “Nearly four years ago.” “And what have you achieved in those four years?”
The sound of piano and sweet vocals filled your brain as you began to think. “I drive a Porsche. I live in an expensive condo. I’ve gotten several awards for my work in and outside the courtroom. I’ve made sure my dad could live in comfort and enjoy his retirement. I’ve paid off all my loans. I’ve accomplished a lot.” “But don’t you have to make something for you to drink everyday?” “Of course.”
“But why is going to get coffee for your boss so bad?” “Because he’s a jerk! A sexist jerk! I’ve been working for him since I got out of law school all fresh and green. I’ve earned my right at the top!” You ranted. Yunho slid your glass back toward you and you looked at it in confusion. “What,” “You’ve ‘earned’ your right at the top?” he prompted as he urged you to pick up your glass. “I have…I figure that after working for him for so long he wouldn’t…send me to go get coffee.”
“Because coffee reminds you of how you started from the bottom.” From that simple statement, everything had cleared up. “Don’t think that the problem couldn’t be with you,” he began gently. “But I certainly don’t put it past your boss for being a sexist asshole.” He chuckled lightly. “How do you feel?” “Great…thanks for talking to me.” You leaned against the counter, head swimming and not just from the alcohol.
“I’ll need to take a taxi to get back home…” “You don’t have your purse remember?” “That’s right…” you sighed. “No worries, I’ll take you home.” “Really?” “On one condition.” “I’ll pay you back,” “You have to try one cup of my coffee.” It was a simple request, but seemed to be asking for so much more. Standing from the stool, he went behind the counter again, starting up one of the pots.
‘Should I leave SM?’ If you had been working for them for nearly four years, you should’ve earned some kind of respect from your boss. Hell, you should have respect just for working for him, no matter how long you’ve worked for him. Yunho had spun to face you, mug of hot coffee in his hands. “Here you go.” You carefully took the mug from him, blowing at the liquid to cool it down. Lifting the mug to your lips, you slowly drank, the flavor not being what you expected.
It had a slight almond flavor to it, along with vanilla and cream. It was nothing short of perfect. “Now let me taste for myself.” “Huh?” He grabbed your chin and kissed you sweetly.
Yunho took you home as promised.
Upon waking up the next day you knew what you had to do.
It was time to look for a new place to work.
You had managed to get a job at a quickly growing firm in another part of the city, not too far from your condo thankfully.
Your boss didn’t even seem to be sad you were leaving.
Your new firm was almost a new environment entirely. Lots of fresh, young faces, green, right out of law school. But they respected and looked up to you, often coming to you for advice on their own cases. It was good to feel needed. Your life had taken such a turn.
You had to thank Yunho.
You waited outside the same building several times, looking for Junsu or maybe one of the others to show up, handing out flyers. You asked several of your colleagues and they said they’d never heard of it. They had no website either. One weekend you set out to try to find the cottage along the coast again but to no avail.
You had begun to wonder if it was ever there at all and you had some kind of fairytale happening.
“Hey, _____, the boss wants to see you.” You nearly dropped your pin at that. Your boss had remained a faceless figure ever since you began working here. All you knew is that he was called “Mr. Jung, the boss” and was well liked by everyone. You had wondered why he had seen everyone except you yet. “Where’s his room?” “Top floor, make a right from the elevator.” “Thanks.”
Standing from your chair, you smoothed out your pants and fiddled with your hair, not sure why you were suddenly so concerned with your appearance. You were just going to meet the man who signed your paycheck. He might be some old pervert for all you know.
The elevator ride seemed ungratefully short, the doors opening before you as the dim lit hallways of the top floor stretched out in three directions. Going right as instructed, a door that looked familiar somehow was waiting at the end. “Just breathe girl. Breathe.” “It’s open.” Came a voice from inside.
Twisting the handle, you pushed the door open, sunlight hitting your skin from the window on the opposite side of the room. The scent of coffee surrounded you, beckoning you further into the room.
“Come on in _____. I’ve made coffee with almond, vanilla, and cream.”
“Just how you like it.”
I wanted this to be a cutesy scenario but you guys know that i always steer away from my original intentions.
You guys might be able to see a LWY sometime this week.
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