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coffee - kim minjeong x fem!reader

synopsis - maybe had you been a different person you wouldn’t fall into this vicious cycle. except you aren’t a different person and minjeong knows that.

tw// toxic relationship, alcohol, manipulation, suggestive content (maybe lol?)

there was a glare on the glass. there had to be. there wasn’t. you squinted through the window to see the all-too-familiar flash of brown hair pass by the window. at the same time there was the familiar chime of the door bell.

the bell was your queue to turn around and disappear through the door which led to the cafe kitchen. you trusted that heeseung could handle the counter as you busied yourself in the walk-in fridge. surely your manager had tasked someone to take inventory once the lunch rush had died down.

thoughts raced through your head, but nothing could compare to the way your heart was racing. you could feel your hands shaking and your breathing stutter at the thought of who was waiting for you on the other side of the door.

kim minjeong. the catalyst to many of your most dreaded yet cherished memories, despite that, she was still the last person you wanted to see. maybe it wasn’t her. maybe it was her doppelgänger. maybe you needed to have your yearly visit to the optometrist, you’d have to call your insurance about that.

despite all of the maybe’s running through your mind, you knew, it was minjeong. she was supposed to be in california soaking up sun rays and ruining someone else’s life. why was she in korea, in your hometown, in your place of work?

you knew the answer because it always started this way. the cold hard truth was that you had been waiting. waiting for her to show up at a bad time because she could never stay away for too long.

all of the threats she spewed of her disappearing from your life were always too good to be true. on multiple occasions you prayed to any and every deity to make those threats come true. they never did.

you ran your hands over your face and tried to take a deep breath. escaping kim minjeong never worked, she was always five steps ahead and her grasp on you was tighter than any snake could have you in.

with the fear of being scolded by your manager for evading your job, you blinked away any emotions and walked back out to the counter with a smile on your face. you ignored the burning feeling of minjeong’s eyes on you and whispered an apology to heeseung before returning to wiping down the mugs.

you heard her clear her throat behind you, but you kept wiping down the counter and fixing the dishes. heeseung looked behind him and noticed minjeong staring you down. “excuse me? can i help you ma’am?” heeseung called out.

minjeong’s eyes narrowed and then shifted as she put on a poised smile, “no thank you. i’m just thinking about my order.” after a questioning look from heeseung and your unmoving silhouette, she decided to sit down in the furthest booth.

countless coffees later, you finally took off your apron and walked out from behind the counter. with a tight grip, you clutched your bag and walked quickly towards the door. you silently cursed the owner for not picking a cafe with a back exit.

right as you raised your arm to push open the door, minjeong grabbed you and pulled you away from the door. a sly smile was painted on her face, “you didn’t think you could just escape, did you?”

you swallowed and narrowed your eyes at the other girl, “let go of me, minjeong.” she shook her head with faux empathy, “no can do. you haven’t even said welcomed me back yet, so why would i let you go? aren’t you going to ask me how california was?”

“welcome back,” you gritted out. you yanked your arm out of minjeong’s grip and pushed the door open. the door swung open and almost hit a business man from the pure force you pushed the door with. you bowed with a quick apology and continued to rush out onto the street.

minjeong followed you walking with a relaxed pace. you reached the bus stop in a huff and sighed when you felt minjeong sit down next to you. “you’d think i was some terrible stalker chasing you with the way you ran to the bus stop just for the bus to get here in five minutes,” she noted.

you rolled your eyes at the hint of pride in her voice, “i do think of you that way.” she scoffed, “then how come you always end up crawling back to me? you do remember last january right?”

—

you looked at your phone and up at the 30 story apartment building. you could faintly see purple lights flashing out of one of the apartment windows and knew that this was the right address.

the rational part of your brain was screaming at you to turn around and call a taxi. there was not place for you in minjeong’s life, yet here you were standing in front of one of her rich friends’ apartment building.

you entered and ignored the anxiety bubbling in your stomach. this whole ordeal would be worth it because minjeong promised you she wouldn’t ignore you all night. that tonight she was a new person and everything that happened before would be irrelevant.

the could feel the bass vibrate through you as you opened the front door of the apartment. you could smell the alcohol and felt your throat tighten as you saw her. always the center of the attention. she was dancing in the center of the converted dance space surrounded by all of her friends.

this was the opposite of how you wanted to spend your new years, but this was minjeong’s birthday party not yours. you passed a group of people shot gunning beers and slipped into the kitchen. you grabbed a cup and looked at the endless bottles of liquor lining the counter.

the thought of any of that left your mouth bitter so you grabbed the bottle of wine that sat in the fridge and poured some into your cup. if you weren’t so anxious you’d chuckle at the thought of drinking expensive wine in a cheap plastic cup.

you leaned against the counter and sipped on your wine as you thought about how you were supposed to greet minjeong if she was surrounded by the crowd of dancing people. as if she could hear your thoughts you felt your phone buzz.

minjeong: wya?

you: i’m here in the kitchen i don’t know how to get through the crowd

you hit send and chewed on the edge of the cup. in an instance you could smell the mixture of soju and minjeong’s perfume as she walked into the kitchen. she grinned at you, “you made it! i thought you’d ghost me again.”

her arms engulfed you and you pushed down the urge to reply that you had never ghosted her before. you wrapped your arms around her and closed your eyes. despite the anxiety you always felt around her, she was also the only thing that could stop the anxiety.

minjeong pulled away and tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear, “you look pretty tonight.” you blushed and looked down, “only tonight?” she put a finger under your chin and lifted your face up so you were looking at her, “you’re always my pretty girl.”

you bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from smiling. “happy birthday by the way,” you replied. minjeong raised an eyebrow, “you won’t wait until midnight to tell me that?”

you shrugged and took a sip of wine, “just incase i don’t see you after this. you tend to get whisked away at these parties.” minjeong hummed, “i guess you’ll just have to stay by my side all night. which means i’ll get to show you off to everyone.”

the last sentence hit you like a train. you recalled the countless parties you attended for minjeong and how she had always said some variation of that phrase. everytime she promised she’d take care of you and keep you close to make sure everyone knew that you were hers, she always ended up somewhere else. her promise long forgotten.

you blinked back the feeling of disappointment and smiled at her, “okay, i wouldn’t want to keep your friends waiting.” minjeong grabbed your hand and pulled you through the crowd back to her friends.

throughout the night, you somehow got pushed away from minjeong and lost in the crowd. you had run out of wine and had lost the energy to fight through the crowd. maybe if minjeong had kept her promise she’d have notice you weren’t by her side.

of course she’d never notice because she only ever cared about you enough to keep you around, but never to keep you close. you sighed at how gullible you were that you had believed she would ever change.

you threw the plastic cup in the trash and went to find your coat. minjeong might text you in the morning upset that you left, but that would only happen if she even noticed your absence.

after shuffling around some of the coats laid across the bed you found yours and pulled it on. you made your way past the many groups and left the apartment with a quiet exit. you shuffled towards the elevator and noticed the time on your phone: 11:59.

you pulled up your texts with minjeong and typed out your happy birthday message and waited for the clock to strike midnight. the clock changed over as the elevator dinged and a hand pulled at your coat.

“why’d you run away?” you looked up at minjeong, flustered, “what?” she looked at you with angry eyes, “you know you always do this. you just run away even when i ask you to stay.”

you sighed, “you promised you’d keep me close, yet i can’t recall you looking at me once after we left the kitchen. this isn’t my fault, minjeong.” she scoffed, “what? so it’s mine for having fun? it isn’t my fault you’re an antisocial prude.”

you laughed humorlessly, “yeah, real mature. whatever, happy birthday. go back and enjoy your birthday without me ruining it by being an antisocial prude.”

you turned away from minjeong as the elevator started to close so you pushed a hand out to stop it. minjeong sighed, “yn, that’s not what i meant. you know i just meant that it’s hard to balance having a fun time and making sure you’re having fun. we like different things, but it’s my birthday.”

you ignored her pleas and stepped into the elevator just for minjeong to stand in the way of the closing door, “for your birthday we went to your favorite restaurant and stayed in. all i want for my birthday is a party with you on my arm. i deserve that don’t i?”

you crossed your arms and tilted your head, “you showed up an hour late to my birthday dinner. the same dinner that i had to reserve. we only stayed in because i begged you to not drag me to a bar. you didn’t even spend the night like you promised me you would.”

minjeong’s expression turned from tender to defensive, “why am i always the bad guy in your eyes? i had a reason to be late and you know it.” you sighed, “i’m not arguing with you tonight. good night minjeong.”

you pushed her lightly and let the doors close. minjeong slipped through the closing doors and faced you inside the elevator. “don’t do this. look i’ll leave the party and we can go back to my house. i have wine; we can celebrate your way.”

she gestured between the two of you, “i’ve had my fun at the party, but i want to celebrate with my favorite person in my favorite way. so can’t i get a new years and birthday kiss?” you looked at her as she grabbed your hands, “cmon, please? let’s stop arguing.”

you closed your eyes, “we aren’t even dating minjeong. maybe we should stop this cycle we’re in while we’re at it.” minjeong pulled your hands to encircle her neck, “we’re compatible and you know it. you have this grasp on me that i can’t shake. i don’t want to celebrate tonight if it isn’t with you.”

you wanted to pull back but the fight was apart of the fun. “fine, but just tonight. i can’t keep doing this, minjeong. we can’t keep pretending this is normal.” all minjeong heard was you agreeing and pulled you into a kiss, “happy new years, baby.”

—

you swallowed as you recalled that night, “you were the one chasing me all night.” minjeong laughed at that, “you love the chase, it makes you feel important.”

“i don’t love anything about you. just go home, there’s nothing for you here.” she put a hand on yours, “you don’t mean that.” you jerked your hand away, “i do. i don’t love you anymore. i’m not sure i ever did. maybe i just loved the idea of you.”

mirroring you, minjeong stood up and replied with a grimace, “ouch.” you turned to her, “you didn’t expect me to be waiting for you to come back, did you? all you’ve ever done is stick around until i bored you. how am i supposed to love someone when all they do is disappear?”

minjeong clenched her jaw as you continued, “i love myself too much to keep doing this. you can find someone knew to break, but i owe it to myself to let you go, minjeong. all you’ve ever done is hurt me.”

you could feel your throat tighten and your eyes start to sting. minjeong kept looking at you with an unreadable expression, “what are you saying?”

you blinked back tears, “i’m not doing this again. we’re over. i’m not sure we ever started to begin with. you never loved me, not in the way i loved you.” you thought back to a memory the two of you shared.

—

minjeong’s heart beat steadily under your head as you laid comfortably on top of her. you couldn’t see her face, but you could assume she had her eyes closed from the way her breathing slowed.

you lifted your hand up into the sky and looked at your ring finger. it wasn’t your first time imagining the girl under you sliding a ring onto your finger. minjeong’s eyes fluttered open at you moving above her.

she giggled at the way you turned your hand around in the air, “what’re you doing?” you dropped your hand and looked up at her, “just looking at my hand.”

you rolled over so your chin was sitting on her chest as she looked down at you, “i was just imagining what it’d look like with a ring on it.” minjeong tensed up at what you were insinuating, “are you into jewlery all of a sudden?”

you naively smiled, “no, silly. i was imagining what kind of ring you’d get me.” minjeong sat up leaving you confused as you rolled off of her. “what do you mean what kind of ring?”

you furrowed your eyebrows, “i mean, we’ve got a good few years, but like a wedding ring. obviously once we’ve settled down and everything.”

minjeong scoffed, “i’m not sure where you got the idea of marriage from, but we’re not getting married.” you chuckled confused, “do you not want to get married? i know it’s a bit traditional, but we have time until we get there.”

minjeong stood up and walked over to the coat rack and looked over to where you were sitting on your couch, “maybe we should just end things here. it’s not like we were dating anyway.”

you stood up and walked towards her, “what do you mean? did i make you uncomfortable with the whole marriage talk?” you scratched the back of your neck, “look, we can shelf this conversation, okay? i won’t bring it up again, but isn’t ending things too far?”

minjeong pulled her shoes on as you kept talking, “i never meant to make you uncomfortable or anything. i just don’t understand what you mean by the fact that we aren’t dating? we see each other all the time, we go on dates, we do more. that’s dating.”

minjeong stood up and looked at you with a frown, “i mean i love you, minjeong.” her frown turned into a look of confusion, “what?” your eyes widened at what you blurted out and you searched for a response.

the other girl just stared at you, “listen, you’re a nice girl and we had fun, but i don’t love you. i don’t know how you read into this, but it’s over, yn.” you stared at her silently as she slammed the door behind her.

—

an older minjeong stared at you the same way she had when you told her you loved her, but this time she looked more hurt than anything. she shook her head with a fake smile, “you’re taking this a bit far. i mean this is what we do. we argue, we chase, we make up.”

you shook your head with a dead expression, “that’s what you do. i never wanted that. i only wanted you and i thought one day you’d work through your issues and admit that you loved me. that day never came and im done waiting. so whatever this is, is over.”

minjeong’s eyes watered as the bus pulled up, “i love you. i do.” you looked at her with pity, “you don’t. you just can’t handle the thought of losing me.”

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a/n stream coffee by chappell roan my lesbian queen

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