There's this one café Jinsoul goes to every Saturday, when she's free from the burdens of the oh-so-cruel world (work). She doesn't know why she spends her time there, it's not like she's in a coffee shop AU where she has a crush on the blond, extremely good-looking barista working there.

Nope.

Totally not.

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......

Okay, okay, maybe she does.

But.. wait! Look, I know this fic is gonna be like those coffee shop AUs and you might already guess the plot already, and uh, please stay! and! read! You'd probably read through the whole story anyways, right?

Moving on to the story.

Jinsoul pushed open the glass door, the bell chiming as she stepped inside and breathed in the familiar scent of coffee. That's how you know the coffee shop's 100% legit folks. The moment she stepped in and looked at the barista serving the customers, she immediately yeeted outta that shop.

"Ah, I didn't know she had her shift today. How the do I go up to her and not gay panic?"

"Excuse me, miss? Are you.. alright?"

That's an oddly familiar voice. Hm. It's like.. I don't know, very familiar.

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