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hi! i’m obsessed with your writing like omggg you’re so talented and i can’t stop rereading your stuff. if you don’t mind, i’d love if you could write a possibly christmas themed love letter from saebyeok to fem!reader she’s crushing on, like a letter where she finally expresses her feelings down on paper since she isn’t the best talker ? christmas theme is honestly optional lmao i just love this time of year.

thanks for reading this!

“ COFFEE CAKE ON CHRISTMAS EVE EVE, IF YOU WANT…” [ k. sae-byeok ]

content warnings — profanity.

note — hi anon! thank you so much for the compliments and support. it means the world to me !! here is your request, i hope you like this one as much as i do, and thank you for sparking this idea <3

synopsis — the freckled face cutie who comes into the café (where you work) every night just before closing, simply to order a single slice of coffee cake leaves you a letter along side her tab.

Twelve months out of the year and the last one has always been your favorite.

December— It truly is the most wonderful time of the year. Evergreen trees strangled in strands of kettle corn garlands and cherried with candy canes, hot cocoa and snug slippers, secret santa and mistletoe make-out sessions.

Most of all, cozy late nights at Seoul Café ! — Perhaps spending four to eight hours in a small shop selling caffeinated beverages and baked goods at the dead of night seems like a waste of the festive seasons to some...

Not you — This little dead-end part time job held a tender sentiment in your heart. You were a busy college student by day who was swamped in studies and credit card statements til eventide, looking for a consistent cash flow to drag you threw the semester.

What you loved the most about this job, this little shop, this shift was the experience. The scent of scorched nutmeg and gingerbread wafting from the kitchen after your coworker Gi-Hun had managed to burn something (again). Watching traffic simmer under the nocturnal skies, streets going shy while Noel lights twinkled brash as ever. Dithering customers dawdling through the café, in search of a sweet sober-upper or a honeyed haven to hide from all and sundry…

At least, that's what you've been trying to convince yourself that you love the most about work. It seems less creepy than admitting you have a crush on a customer.

And your lovely coworkers found joy gloating about it. Sauntering from the kitchen with a stained apron and smug smirk is your most favorite confrère, Gi-Hun, leaning against the front counter beside you.

"Ahhh, (Name), you look very pretty tonight," He teases, noting your sudden lack of sweatpants and false lashes. "Remind me — have you always gotten this dressed up to stock creamers and sugars in the middle of the night? Or is it just because you know she's coming to see you?"

She, as in your customer crush — The Café's one and only regular that habitually arrives at the peak of moon-glow. The quiet girl who likes coffee cake and closing time — A face of freckles absorbed into a hardcover copy or macbook screen, never straying from her single order of a slice of coffee cake and any booth specifically in your section.

"Shut up, old man!" You groan out, rolling your eyes at him. "I-I like to look nice for the holidays... And she's not coming to see me."

Shaking your head, your index finger taps against the cash drawer in a jittery spell of angst while glimpsing out at the dimmed horizon — Whether she’s coming to see you or not, she’s still coming... Which may or may not be the real reason you're so dressed up.

"Oh, yeah?" Sangwoo, (your least favorite supervisor) chimes in from the supply closet behind you, a scoffed chuckle leaving his lips. "So you think Coffee Cake girl has been coming here almost every night for the last few months to visit the two old men then?"

"She comes to the Café because it's a Café!" You defend. "And she likes coffee cake."

Sangwoo shakes his head. "Nobody likes coffee cake that much."

Maybe you'd agree if Coffee Cake girl wasn't alike a labyrinth to read. You were still unsure if she was a subtle flirt, or just a really nice and frequent customer. If you watched carefully enough, sometimes you'd catch her stealth gaze lingering, you might even receive a quick compliment before she scurried out of the shop — And never before she left did she ever forget to give you (and you only) a proper thank you and goodbye.

Then again, you didn't even know her name. Her presence often spoke more than she did, a devastatingly beautiful mystery to you — She'd smile, shake her short bangs yes, solicit a hum of approval or mumble a faint sentence, the formally florid hue flushing her fair skin made obvious by the pinpricks of pigment clustered on the apples of her chiseled cheeks.

Most of the time, you did all the word-vomiting out of sheer nervousness. There’s an outstanding chance she probably thinks you’re missing a few marbles.

"Your girl's about to walk in." Gi-Hun says, nodding toward the entrance.

Sure enough, you fix your sights to see her — Strutting up to the café in classic sweats, one hand holding some hardcopy novel, the other was pushed into the pocket of her oversized bomber jacket, features apathetic and jet dark strands waving with the wind.

Her beauty was the composer to the symphony of heartbeats bruising against your ribcage, caroling a melody your lips don’t even know the words to.

You gulp thickly, trying to swallow the nerves twirling on your tongue.

"Try asking her out this time," Gi-Hun whispers, a comforting pat to your shoulder. "It's probably more affective than stalking her from a distance."

You send him a harsh glare, the bells above the door jingling, "Shush! She's coming!"

Bickers become mute as she walks up to the register, but telling from the way she ducks her head and chews on her bottom lip to discourage a smile, you know it’s too late.

She definitely heard you say that.

Once making it to the front-counter, she nods to you, her coffee brown orbs blazing with the enigma of unspoken words.

"Hey." She utters softly with a gravelly monotone, boring her unblinking gaze upon you, dark eyes trailing on you like a map.

You clear your throat, pretending as if your heart doesn't stop when you glance up to meet hers.

"Uh, hi." Breathlessly, you grin, massaging the lobe of your ear. "Welcome in... again, I guess... Cause you know, you're always here when I'm here so, we kinda do this a lot—"

A sharp pinch to your abdomen (from Gi-Hun) tells you to get on with it,

"What could I get for you, Coffee Cake girl ?"

She huffs a short laugh, licking her pouty lips nervously. "Um, the same is fine.”

"Slice of coffee cake, coming right up." Gi-Hun smiles before disappearing into the kitchen, leaving you alone at the cash register. (With an eavesdropping Sangwoo hiding in the stock closet..)

"Perfect... $3.25 please." You ring her up as she pulls out her debit card, head buried into the computer screen.

The freckled skin girl leans across the counter slightly while sticking her card in the machine, "You look very nice tonight."

OK, OK... be completely normal. Don't make it obvious you got ready for work today with the thought of her dancing in the back of your mind. Just play it cool, alright?

"Thanks — I-I usually try to dress up for the holidays… Even though I'm like, always swamped in school work and studying for finals and Christmas shopping and stuff — It can get really hectic and sometimes I forget to put on deodorant in the morning—"

Not alright. Before you know it, words are flying from your big mouth faster than you can process — Embarrassing ones too.

"Not that I don't wear deodorant during the holidays — I totally do! I’m wearing deodorant right now. It's just um— like I keep a travel size one in my purse now, so It's — It's all good..."

You look up at her finally, and she blinks at you. Her heads bops profusely, jarring and squinting some as she desperately tries to keep up with your rambling.

She almost speaks, but you continue to blab before she can.

"Um, do you have any plans for the holidays?" You manage to squeak, running your fingertips along your scalp as the awkward tension shrills your bones.

"I do." She starts... And finishes, apparently. That's it. That's all she says.

You nod and smile like a mad woman, the unsettling urge to fill the silence becoming of you.

"Oh, cool! That's, like so cool, you know I—"

"Here's your coffee cake!" Gi-Hun unknowingly interjects, returning from the back area.

"Yep, there's your coffee cake!" You sputter in a blunder, scratching the back of your neck, overwrought.

She huffs a dry chuckle, assuming the small dish. "Um, thanks..."

And she wanders off into the Café, finding a outlying table (in your section) to hibernate in.

Gi-Hun giggles giddishly and shakes your shoulder. "Sooo, how'd it go?"

"She blew it." Sangwoo’s uncontrollable chortles echo from the storage closet.

"Fuck you guys!" You whisper-yell with a pitiful pout. "I told you that was a horrible idea. Now she's gonna think I'm—"

Suddenly, the scent of charring cinnamon loiters the air.

You sniff, "Gi-Hun... Is there something else in the oven?"

His eyes go wide, a reindeer in headlights and you both immediately double back into the kitchen.

By the time you finish diffusing the flammable disaster in the oven and get back to your cash drawer, the Café is empty once again.

Coffee Cake girl has vanished. Without saying goodbye this time.

You frown, looking out onto the vacant booths and chairs like a lost puppy — There's nothing left to wonder now. She definitely thinks you're a weirdo.

"Why so glum, kiddo?" Sangwoo sneaks up on you from behind, carrying a mop bucket and wet floor sign.

"She left?" You ask him, the ruins of your ego churning in the pit of your gut. "She just left?"

"She did." He confirms with a nod. "But she left this on a table in your section. I presume it's for you,"

Toward you he gestures a festive green envelope decorated with a red bow, unaddressed to anyone particular.

You stare at it blankly in utter confusion, reluctant to accept.

"Well?" Sangwoo hums, gesturing his outstretched arm once more.

In a haste, you snatch the envelope from his hands, eagerly ripping it open.

To your surprise, inside is a three-fold letter— handwritten, with the gentlest strokes of a pencil adorning the beige page down to the very last corner, and it reads...

“To (Name), the girl who works the night shift at Seoul Café,

This is already weird. Promise I’m not a stalker, but I’m also not good with words. Sometimes they get mixed up.

So that first night, when I barged in right before closing and I asked you for a slice of coffee cake, what I meant to say was that I was walking past the shop on my way home, saw you in the window and came inside because I wanted to know what your voice sounded like.

Instead of saying that, I got nervous and ordered the first thing I saw on the menu — I hate coffee cake, by the way. Like a lot. But I really liked the smile on your face when I said it, so I didn’t bother to correct myself. When you assumed it again a few days later, I just went with the flow.

So I guess I like coffee cake now.

I’ve spent most nights at the Café since trying to figure out how I would introduced myself to you properly. This is all I’ve got so far, but I think it’s a good start.

I’m not much of a romantic, I don’t think. I’m pretty sure you can tell that by now… But I can learn to be, if you want. I’ve learned to hold my coffee cake, haven’t I?

What I’m trying to say is I like you. ( Sorry if this is weird…)

I like how much better you are at talking than me because I’m much better at listening. I like how passionate you are about little things— how adorably excited you get when you finish re-organizing the caramel creamers and low fat packets of sugar. Or making sure I’m satisfied with the disgusting coffee cake tonight and wondering about the book I’m only half-reading,

… I like how pretty you are even when it’s rainy out and everything around you is ugly.

I think you like me too. At least a little. Enough for me to over hear your coworkers hassling you about me every time I walk in. Enough for you to unironically mention that you listen to girl in red. Enough for me to be writing this.

If that’s true, then maybe we can talk officially sometime. I assume you’re pretty busy with school (as you’ve mentioned) and holidays and stuff coming up, so if you want, I can swing by here on Christmas Eve Eve, buy you something on your break, or possibly walk you home after closing?

(I’m asking you on a date right now, just so you know…)

Oh, and my name is Sae-Byeok. Kang Sae-Byeok. Not coffee cake girl. I hate coffee cake.

(+82)-###-### .”

By the end, butterflies are blitzing the dormant pits of your stomach as your fingertips glide against each word written. A fond warmth crawls up the nape of your neck, causing the wildest flutters of your heart to break out in the form of goosebumps and a dizzy beam. For a moment, you forget the world is still moving around you.

"So..." Sangwoo implies expectantly. "What does it say?"

"Wh-What?" Your grin falters as you recoil, placing the letter behind your back. "Nothing. It's stupid young people stuff, you wouldn't get it."

He scoffs, re-adjusting his glasses onto the bridge of his nose and pushing past you. "Whatever you say, (Name). Don't forget to count your drawer again!" He yells back.

"Wait, Sangwoo! Unrelated question — am I on schedule for Christmas Eve Eve?"

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