Blue Skies- Yeosang x Female!Baker!Reader
Word Count: 2,970 | Fluff | Warnings: none hehe
I have decided to do a coffee shop story for every member because why not 😌 feat. Wooyoung because I can dangit 😈
Sun filtered through the plants that dripped from window boxes, falling gently onto the crown of Yeosang’s head. He strolled gently down the sidewalk, inhaling the scent of spring breeze.
A new café had opened up around the corner from his building, so in one of the windows of free time he received he elected to check it out.
The sign and logo, which featured a blue sky dotted with pink clouds, promised the cozy atmosphere Yeosang expected and received as soon as he walked in, greeted by tables that each had a cute figurine on their center and pastel cushions on all the chairs. There were even couches to sit on and a game table with a sign that read ‘Come Play With Us 🩷’. Yeosang considered sitting there, but no one else was present to play with.
There was much that he expected about the place: open tables, a cute but hip atmosphere, the smell of cappuccino steam rising to greet him…but one thing he did not.
A figure bent serenely behind the surprisingly large bakery case, smoothing out the frosting on the most delicious-looking cake he’d ever seen with a pastry bench, eyelashes fluttering slightly as she worked. The frosting was pure white, enrobing a small round cake that was now getting striped with strawberries, and the woman had a small, calm smile on her face, which focused on placing each one just so. It was just about the most gorgeous sight Yeosang had ever seen; his heart fluttering as he approached the counter. No one else was there- would the baker be the one to take his order, too?
Apparently she would. “I’ll be right with you, sorry! Just finishing up these last few strawberries,” she told him with a small, sheepish but bright smile.
He gave her one right back. “Of course. Take your time.” Sure, the others may have his hide if he’s late for practice, but so what? It was one day. Hongjoong would live.
His eyes kept drifting between the white tile floors and the baker’s fingers deftly, but gently placing their décor around the cake, which was soon slid into the display case next to a chocolate torte and beneath a mouthwatering selection of breads and tartlets.
“D- did you make all of those?” Yeosang blurted out before he could stop himself.
“I did!” Your smile widened into a full-on grin and Yeosang thought he might have a heart attack. “I’m in charge of pastries around here! Well, and drinks right now since my co-barista is on lunch. I’m all finished with the cake now, so what can I make for you today?”
“Um…” It was at that moment that Yeosang realized he had not once looked at the menu. His mind completely blanked, floundering for a moment until… “I’ve never been here, what do you recommend?” Nailed it.
"Well, I suppose that depends on if you like coffee or not. If you don't, my favorite is the London Fog latte, which is earl grey tea with vanilla. If you do, the lavender latte is our specialty and that one is really good too! Very pretty!"
Just like you, Yeosang thought. "Well then, I'd like to try that, please," he actually said, shyly nodding his head as she tapped a few register keys.
"Were you going to be staying here or taking it on the go?"
"Ah," Yeosang rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, "I would love to stay but I should take it on the go."
"No problem! Your name?"
"Yeosang."
"What a nice name! I'll have that ready for you soon."
She was that nice to everyone. She had to be.
Yeosang thanked her, taking a seat at a table with a doraemon figurine winking at him. Cute. He didn't want to stare at the baker, whose name tag read (y/n), but his eyes had minds of their own, drifting constantly back over to the humming baker-barista. Eventually, he applied the three rule, counting to three before looking away so he never stared too long.
He was so focused on counting threes that he barely heard his name, practically jumping as (y/n) called him a second time.
"I hope you enjoy your latte, Yeosang!"
His heart flipped. He looked between his to-go cup, topped with lavender-tinted steamed milk poured in a heart shape, (y/n)'s beautiful smile, & that tantalizing bakery case.
"Er, before I go, how much is the cake?"
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Just as Yeosang suspected, the boys were placated by free food.
"This is the best cake I've ever had," Mingi sighed, "where did you say you got this again?"
"The new café around the corner. The baker was really nice. She was finishing it up as I came in."
"If she bakes that good," the tall rapper continued, "I wanna marry her."
"She made my drink, too. That was really good. I really liked the atmosphere in there and she was very nice. Really makes you feel welcome."
"Watch out, Mingi, I think Yeosang is going to marry her," Wooyoung teased, sliding over the shining studio floor to claim a cake slice of his own.
Warmth flooded the singer's cheeks. "All I said was I liked Blue Skies."
"Whatever. Keep sweet-talking her and see if you can get some of this for free, huh?" Wooyoung suggested, elbowing Yeosang in the ribs.
"I might go back. I heard the London Fog is good there."
~
"Uh, oh, someone's baking a love cake!"
Placing the fat piping bag of green icing you'd held back onto the silver decorating table, you cocked a brow at your co-barista, Hakyeon. "Excuse me?"
"Look at you, piping little frogs holding hands on top of your cake. You and who?"
"Maybe I'm trying to get you a girlfriend," you teased, grinning and giggling at the way the tall man crossed his arms at you.
"No way, you're too happy to care that I'm single. What happened?"
Hakyeon stared at you, dark eyes boring into your soul in an attempt at a withering gaze that just made him look like an overgrown kitten. You couldn't take him seriously, bursting out with a laugh.
"See? I knew it."
"Ok, fine, a really cute guy came in yesterday and got a drink and a cake and I'm hoping he comes back and thinks the frog one is cute and maybe, just maybe, I can figure out who he bought a whole entire cake for the first time, especially if he wants a romantic cake."
Hakyeon blinked, stare melting into amusement. "Wow, that's an extremely elaborate substitute for just asking the guy out."
"He's a customer, I can't just-"
A wave of annoyingly well-manicured tan hands. "Yeah, yeah. What's this guy's name, anyway?"
You blushed. "Do I have to tell you everything?"
"I want to know who he is so I can tell if he's an axe murderer or not."
"Fine, his name is Yeosang, and he-"
Ding!
The bell hanging at your door chimed, sending you scrambling to finish your cake's green lattice sides and Hakyeon sauntering to the counter. Before he reached it, he whispered out of the corner of his mouth, "When I'm working, I want you sitting at the game table."
"But I have to work-"
"Just do it."
"Only if I'm not working on something. I can't leave stuff in the oven to burn, you know."
A familiar deep voice interrupted your banter, though, sending a happy little shock through your chest. Yeosang was back. And ordering a London Fog, which you remembered mentioning as one of your favorites. You peered at him through your lashes, blushing and practically throwing the frog couple cake into the glass to free up a hand when you saw him wave at you.
"Hi (y/n)," he said softly.
"Hi! Sounds like you're trying tea today?"
He nodded. "You said it was your favorite right? Then I had to try it." Pointing at the display, he let his gaze fall to your latest creation. "That's a cute cake. Did someone order it?"
"No," you shook your head, "I just thought it would be cute if any couples or people with significant others came in."
"I'm sure they'll love it. Could I get some jjinppang today? The guys in my group really loved your cake, too, but I can't spoil them too much."
Suppressing a grin at the evidence your frog cake totally provided you with, thank you very much Hakyeon, you obliged.
Yeosang left, London Fog gripped cutely in both hands as he sighed in curling clouds of steam, and Hakyeon immediately whipped his head your way, chuckling at your own sigh.
"Sheesh, no wonder. Guy must be a model or something. You. Tomorrow. Game table."
All you could do was smile, blush, and shake your head.
~
True to your-well, Hakyeon's- word, you placed yourself next to the ‘Come Play With Us 🩷’ sign, legs crossed, chin resting in hand, and latte coastered at your side, casually taking a sip as Yeosang walked in again.
“No cake today?”
"I did a sort of plain German chocolate today and decorate-your-own cookies, so I finished early. Wanna play a game?"
He did indeed, challenging you to a really cute cat café-themed dice game, totally creaming you AKA collecting more cats, and icing a decorate-your-own cookie because quote 'the members were being annoying today, so no free food for them'. He drew the cutest little character on his, shocking you when you discovered it was his own creation.
"I wanna put him on a cake!"
"Go ahead," he said with a smile.
Feeling guilty for shirking helping the other Blue Skies customers who ordered pastries, you glanced up at Hakyeon, who simply gave you a cheeky grin and wave. Rolling your eyes, you returned your gaze to Yeosang, who challenged you to a quick card game before he went back to work.
You won, so he claimed he needed to come back to Blue Skies for a rematch. "I- if you're ok with that."
"Of course," you giggled.
~
"'Favorite game buddy?' Dude, she's totally flirting with you."
"She's nice to every customer. You should have seen the way she laughed and clapped for another person's joke."
"Yeah, but did she draw a hehetmon with a heart on their drink?" Wooyoung asked, hand on his hip.
"She drew a heart in the foam of my first drink last week," Yeosang shot back, making Wooyoung want to take him by the shoulders and shake the forever-singleness out of his handsome friend, "that's, like, the most common latte art there is?"
The worst part was, Yeosang looked genuinely confused by Wooyoung's insinuations. The man was too pure for his own good. That was ok, though. If he wanted to be an angel, Wooyoung was more than happy to play the devil role.
~
"I don't know why you suddenly want to come to Blue Skies with me," Yeosang questioned with a furrowed brow, long black hair falling onto his forehead, "I've been going for, like, two weeks now."
Because you don't know how to make a move, that's why. Clouds drifted lazily across the sky, faintly obscuring the sun as a breeze ruffled through the planter boxes. The weather wasn't quite as sunny-go-lucky as it had been, as if even the sky knew a scheme was brewing.
"Well, if the lovely, very kind baker isn't flirting with you, then maybe I want some," Wooyoung replied with a wide grin.
"What?" If looks could kill, oh boy would Wooyoung be six feet under. It was like his friend had been taking lessons from Hongjoong or something.
Plans were plans, though. "Why not? She sounds great."
"She's not your type," Yeosang replied a little too quickly, pushing his stray bangs back out of his dark stare.
"Well, I'll be the judge of that," Wooyoung said sweetly as he pushed open the door, head swaying a bit with the tinkling of the cute little bell.
There was a girl behind the counter expertly pouring mirror glaze over some petit fours. She was cute, but definitely not Wooyoung's type. Even better.
"Well hello there," he called out charmingly as the girl smiled and waved, clearly over the moon to see Yeosang.
"Hi! Are you one of the guys from the group Yeosang told me about?"
"Yes, and you must be the baker who made that excellent cake, but I had no idea you were so beautiful," he complimented (y/n), leaning on the counter where she took up her spot by the register.
It took all his willpower to suppress the grin that rose to his face as his whole body was wracked by a hard elbowing and then some to ignore the whisper of "don't be a creep".
"Well, thank you," (y/n) smiled, but her gaze still fluttered back to Yeosang. Oh yeah. Wooyoung could just see the pleading in her eyes. She didn't want this from him.
"I hear you make great lattes, too, which I don't doubt. What do you recommend for someone like me, hm?"
"Weren't you just wanting to get an Americano like usual?" Yeosang cut him off, glancing just as pleadingly at (y/n), who kept up an impressive customer-service poker smile.
"I can do that. If you like it sweet, we do a really good brown sugar one."
Wooyoung fiddled with his collar. "Oh, I do like it sweet."
(y/n) laughed, but it was clearly strained, and her whole body practically melted in relief when Yeosang gave him an 'I don't know this man' glance and ordered a latte extra politely, no rush thank you so much (y/n), practically batting his eyelashes at her.
"Maybe we can have our next cat café match next time, huh?" Emphasis on our.
She didn't look up, but (y/n) accidentally delivered a killing blow. Wooyoung choked back a laugh, disguising it as a cough because holy crap, Yeosang was not going to take that correctly.
"Oh, is Wooyoung not going to be a regular, too?"
"No, I think he's just visiting for now, aren't you?"
Wooyoung flipped his hair back, coyly focusing on studying the Badtz-Maru figurine on the table. "You never know."
"I see," said (y/n), "good to know."
Yeosang's gaze darted between (y/n) and his friend, expression falling into one of defeat. His shining eyes were hard to watch, and in any other situation Wooyoung would have grabbed his hand and given him a hug. But that hug was going to have to wait, as (y/n) was making her way over with their drinks. From what Wooyoung gathered, she didn't usually personally deliver what she made.
She didn't even meet his eyes when she reached the table, looking only between Yeosang and the drink she placed in front of him. Yeosang looked up at her, dumbfounded, as she folded her hands behind her back, dawdling at their table.
She'd drawn a hehetmon on each drink, completely ignoring the fact that Americanos didn't even have milk just so she could splash enough on there to make one stick his tongue out at Wooyoung.
"No heart," he very loudly whispered, giving his dear friend a coy look.
Meanwhile and in stark contrast, atop the other cup, hehetmon peered up at Yeosang with a wide smile and a speech bubble that read 'date?'
Wooyoung had the pleasure of watching years melt off Yeosang's face as his sad puppy look morphed back to pure shock and adoration, a finger pointing at his chest.
"Yes," (y/n) said softly, "you."
"Well," palming the sides of the table, Wooyoung stood up, satisfaction fully lighting his face, "if you'll excuse me, I need to go look for a pastry to get for my brother."
~
Yeosang's heart melted at the way you looked at him. Him, not the confident flirt that was his most annoying best friend, the guy who was too scared to ask you out.
He couldn't believe such a beautiful girl, someone as kind and talented at making sweet, lovely things, wanted to go on a date with him, but he would thank every cloud in the sky if he had to that you did. As long as you weren't just trying to scare Wooyoung off.
"Really? I mean, yeah, I-"
"Good. Then tell your friend there I'm not interested in him, just in my usual sweet regular," (y/n) replied, voice and smile as kind and honeyed as ever, "ok?"
"You are? You really are?" He asked, dreamy smile involuntarily widening.
You simply nodded, smiling that serene smile you always had on when you frosted a particularly pretty cake. "Of course I am. How could I not be when you've been nothing but kind and fun, huh? You can tell your buddy I said that, too!"
"I will. I'll tell everyone," Yeosang replied before he could stop himself.
Your eyes shone, that beautiful color pulling Yeosang in even more. "I like the sound of that."
~
You made your way back to the counter, swinging open the little door and stepping back into the kitchen by the pastry case, where Yeosang's friend wandered back and forth, eyes flicking up to meet yours. When he saw you, he grinned sheepishly, pulling out a wad of bills and slinking over to the tip jar, where he dropped them in.
"For putting up with me and finally, for the love of God, getting him that date."
"You're terrible."
"Funny thing, I hear that a lot."
"But thank you," you added, shaking your head in exasperated mirth, "I needed the excuse to not be as creepy as, well you. For a date, and only if you promise to never do that again, I'll give you one of whatever you were looking at on the house."
"I thought you'd never ask."
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𝑺𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓
Feat. Sakusa, Kuroo & Osamu
Warnings: None
Masterlist - Part 1
Sakusa
You’ve been dating Sakusa for almost 3 years now. At the beginning you spend time in a mix between your apartments, but soon enough his apartment became the favorite spot for hanging out. Not only because it was bigger than yours, but also because it gave him the perfect excuse to not hang out with his team.
Soon enough you noticed how Sakusa magically seem to have your favorite things around. The plain white slippers that he has for guests turn into a cute doraemon ones placed exactly next to his; when you forgot to bring your toothbrush and wanted to go and buy one, he told you that he had one extra that just so happened to be your favorite color and the same brand as yours, paired with the same toothpaste that you had at home; when you were taking a shower you noticed that he had a space on his shelf with all your favorites, from shampoo to body wash.
When you asked him about it, he just told you that he just happened to find them with discount when he was buying for his products, or that he just bought too many. He will never tell you that he actively searches for them just for you to feel like home when you are with him.
However, you confront him once again when you stayed at his apartment until much later than you thought. Sakusa, being worried for your safety, offered you to stay the night, the least that he wanted was for you to leave late. When you went out of the shower you noticed a cute panda pajamas that definitely wasn’t his.
“Omi? Babe?” you called him coming out of the bathroom “What’s with the pajamas?”
“I thought you’ll look cute in it, and you do” he says looking at you with a smile
“Why do you have so many things for me? Don’t think I don’t notice all the things you’ve done, why?”
“Because I want you to move with me, wasn’t it obvious? Do I need to be bolder with my attempts?” he smirks when he sees your flustered face, pulling you closer to his chest.
“Y-you could have asked!”
“What’s the fun of that?” he pulls you down into the bed next to him, planting a kiss in your cheek.
Kuroo
“That should be the last one” Kuroo tells you looking around the room full of boxes.
He just bought a new apartment, bigger and nearer from his work in comparison to the older one. When you first saw the place, you didn’t really understand why he needed this much space, while you did spend most of your time there, the other never felt too cramped. Also, this was a good thirty minutes farther away from your house.
But you didn’t question it much. He was your boyfriend, yes, but it was his money to spend. So you helped him move all of his stuff, box after box, building new furniture here and there, everything that involves a new place.
Throughout the whole process you noticed that he seemed way more excited than usual, but you assumed it was due to the whole ordeal. You never expected that the real reason for it was because of a certain surprised he had for you.
Kuroo had two main reasons to move, he wanted something nearer his work, and he wanted a place in where you two could live together comfortably. Now, driving you to his new place, he can’t help to feel excited about asking you the big question.
When you arrived to the apartment you see the already familiar living room, all signs of the previous boxes disappearing. You had helped him with the living room and kitchen, so you had no idea about how the rest of the house looked. That’s why his bedroom took you by surprise.
“Why the king size bed? Isn’t it a little too big?”
“Well, this was with a discount when I bought it, plus they are more comfortable” says nonchalantly, however you see his ears are starting to get red before shoving his hand in his pocket “besides, we need a big bed for the both of us”. With that he passes you a keychain with all the keys from his new place, small smile appearing when he noticed you trying to understand his words “I want to give my princess the best in our new castle, if you want to join me of course”
“So cheesy” you say smiling and taking the keys out of his hand “I’ll bring some of my things then”
Osamu
Having Osamu as your boyfriend meant having a pro-chef that loves spoiling you with food. Despite being busy at his store, he always found ways to send you some lunch to your work, making all of you coworkers jealous of the beautiful bentos that he sent.
Since it was hard to keep up with you schedules you often ended up in his restaurant before heading to his apartment. And even though he cooks all day, he still insists on cooking for you before cuddling while watching some random TV show.
And today was no exception to that. Except he was far more nervous than ever.
You two have been dating for around 4 years now, and Osamu was more than ready to ask you to move in. He just loves the idea of waking up next to you, arriving home to your hugs and kisses, seeing your excited face every time he brings you something. So he made a plan for it.
He was preparing the dinner for today while you were showering. He decided to make your favorite food alongside his, setting the table to look as fancy as possible without looking too extra.
“Why so fancy love? Should I dress up a little?” you say surprised by the candle lit table
“Nah, sweetheart, you look stunning as it is” says looking at you with stars in his eyes when he noticed your wet hair. For him you were the prettiest when you were comfortable around him “come here, let’s eat together before it gets cold”
You two sit down to eat, talking about your days and the little dumb theories from the internet. While the set up was really fancy, the food had that home-cook flavor that only Osamu was able to bring out.
“So…what’s all of this for?” you asked
“Can’t I spoil you from time to time?”
“You know that your food is more than enough”
“Let me pamper you, you deserve it” he takes your hand in his, making you feel the slight shake on his muscles “but you are right, I wanted to ask you something…what about we live together?”
“Live…together?”
“Yeah, I know it’s hard to keep up with our schedules, if we live together, we get to fall asleep and wake up next to each other every day”
“Are you sure? Living together it’s not going to be the same as just me spending time here”
“I’m confident…and honestly, there’s only one thing I wish for more than that”
“And that one thing is…?” you asked with a small smile while moving to his lap, him welcoming you with a hug
“I’m not telling you” says smirking at you “but it involves you and a ring
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