Your Wish Is My Command

Coffee Shop [Sehun] -Submission

***Submitted by makes-me–happy in response to a request I made to my followers - to write a scenario for me. I am sure all of you will squeal as much as I did after reading this***


You’d just gotten into Exo recently. The more you saw of them, the more you fell in love. With your friends, you were already having fits over the members, but still, you couldn’t bring yourself to pick a favourite. You knew this was normal, of course, especially with a band like Exo, with 12 members, who were all equally adorable and had their own separate quirks.

You laughed at yourself, sometimes, and how much time you spent trying to decide on a trivial matter like your bias. Even in classes, at your part time job, your mind always drifted to Exo. They weren’t the first group to make you like this, no, you were already a well-seasoned veteran Kpop lover, but you couldn’t help but feel that Exo was different, in the most subtle way. You cut your thoughts short, scoffing again at yourself wasting time, walking off campus to go to your job.

You worked as a barista at a quiet, charming café that the owner opened just to suit his fancy. It wasn’t really his main business, so it didn’t matter if there were a lot of customers, in fact, the less people were inside it, the more wonderful the café seemed.

You liked it more when you could deal with fewer customers. You loved the job and talking to people, but you still got self-conscious of your accent sometimes. Although your first language was Mandarin Chinese, and you grew up overseas so you spoke English, you’d started learning Korean in the ninth grade. You were fluent, but you still had the small accent you couldn’t lose.

You stood in quiet, leaned over with your elbows on the counter, drinking hot green tea. You always drank hot tea, slurping it in the loudest, most unglamorous way, but not caring because the only one around was your friend Kevin.

Kevin was attractive, no doubt, classic pretty boy looks with towering height always brought in a buzz of girls in the evening and the weekend, especially. You had to admit, you thought he was hot the first time you saw him, too, but behind his prince worthy face, was a guy who teased, had a sarcastic tongue, even more so than yours, but still cared enough to make you love him.

“You’re drinking too fast,” you heard Kevin’s slightly deep voice, “don’t burn yourself.”

You ignored it, continuing to drink, while Kevin continued to read. It was usually like this, until a loving couple, or a bunch of schoolgirls, or a few students who worked quietly, would stroll in and order something small.

The cakes were great, everyone knew it, but the café was in a more or less hidden area, so it was hard for the public to find. Then, as you predicted, your thoughts drifted to Exo. They were preparing their new album, so there were no more activities for the time being. You sighed. No more new fan girl material for a while.

“Why the sigh, hm?”

You could tell Kevin still had his eyes locked on his book, and you still stayed in the same position, staring straight ahead at nothing.

“No reason,” you moan, sipping your steaming tea.

You hear Kevin set his book down loudly before he makes his way over to you. Each individual step made a soft, almost echoing, noise in the large room.

He leans on the counter, right beside you and pokes your cheek. You cringe and hit him playfully.

“Why are you so mean to me,” you scold in a statement like tone.

You stand up straight, still holding your tea.

“I’m not mean to you,” he smirks at you, as he usually did.

You two continued with your quaint bantering, as you always did. Some people could call it flirting, but you had no interest, and neither did he. You already knew you were on different levels. The teacup felt relatively cool when you picked it up after a while of talking to Kevin.

“My tea is getting cold,” you commented offhandedly, drinking quickly, downing the beverage.

Kevin watched, amused.

“You look like a walrus,” he said casually.

You chuckle a bit while drinking, typical of Kevin, catching some of the now slightly cool liquid in your windpipe, and, though you manage to swallow all of it, you start to cough. Kevin patted your back lightly, you knew he was smiling.

“Are you okay?”

You looked up, still coughing a bit, knowing that what you heard wasn’t his voice. The moment you looked up, you froze.

You wonder if you’re dreaming, still shocked. It was Luhan and Sehun. From Exo. You finally manage to speak.

“Um, yeah, sorry,” you quickly spit out, embarrassed.

The two boys grinned softly, and you couldn’t help but feel like they were still laughing at you.

“What’ll it be today?” Kevin started in suave, polite voice way.

“One chocolate and one taro bubble tea,” Luhan answered quickly.

You finally mustered the courage to look at them in the eye. Luhan still smiled, but Sehun looked at you weirdly. You wondered if you had anything on your face, praying that you didn’t and that you looked like a decent human being.

Kevin put the order in, while you went to take care of the drink orders.

“That girl is a new fan of yours,” Kevin told them, you cursed softly in English, embarrassed.

“Ah, thank you for your support,” Luhan recited, he probably had to say it often, you already figured.

You brought the drinks over, still embarrassed, but not wanting to act out. Your heart thumped with nerves.

“U-um, actually,” you started in Mandarin, quickly chiding yourself mentally for sounding stupid, “Luhan-gege, could I get an autograph?”

Luhan looked pleasantly surprised at your Mandarin. Sehun quickly asked what it was you’d said, and Luhan translated quickly. He heard and he hid behind his hyung in annoyance.

“…She didn’t ask me for one,” you could hear Sehun huff almost inaudibly.

You quickly deny it.

“N-no, it’s not like that,” you blurt out vehemently, “I also like Sehun-oppa very much.”

His expression softens a bit, but not much. You pulled out a napkin quickly, cursing the fact that you finished your notebook doodling.

“Please,” you bowed lightly, holding it out for them to take.

You picked up the pen from your barista apron, Luhan took it, and, for a second, his hand swiped across yours, and you felt the butterflies surge violently. Your legs went limp with warmth, and you leaned lightly against the counter for support. You softly shook your head, albeit disappointed at the way you’re acting.

Luhan signed it with a cheerful smile and passed it over to Sehun. The first boy kindly took his sweet drink and went to pick out a colourful straw. Sehun passed you the napkin after quickly scribbling with the dark ink. His expression was hard to read, and it worried you. He gently leaned in, leaving you curious.

“If you want an autograph,” he blew past your reddened ears, “then call.”

You were shocked, resulting in you nodding stupidly.

“M-mn… ” You nod still, slowly, still waiting for the information to process.

His breath grazed your ear one last time before he finally smiled and walked back to Luhan, who stood with a curious expression. The two left, side by side.

You stared down at the napkin in disbelief. On the white quilt patterned tissue paper was messy thick black writing that made out a phone number. At the same time, you honestly never really wanted an idol’s phone number, though you were happy.

You knew you’d be too nervous to call, and you would probably be hurt when he lost interest, so you just revelled in the moment.

“Huh,” Kevin mused over your shoulder, “Turns out my little walrus is a man-eater.”

All you could do was hold a silly grin across your lips.

 

“What did you say?” Luhan said excitedly, taking Sehun’s hand.

Sehun only had a shy little curve in his lips, telling Luhan all he needed to know.

“Ah, ah,” Luhan nodded between sips, “You like her, hm?”

He laughed, while Sehun was met with a bit of embarrassment.

“I was wondering why you were putting on your cold act,” Luhan continued to look amused, shaking his head at his cute dongsaeng.

Sehun squeezed his hand, protesting.

“Hyung!” he whined.

Luhan laughed loudly once more, this time eliciting a small hopeless smile out of Sehun, and the two walked back to the dorm.

 

The next two weeks passed quickly, with business at the café boosting rapidly from the appearance of the two Exo members. More and more young girls came in, and soon became regulars after experiencing the natural, refreshing show that Kevin put on for the customers, and of course, the lovely atmosphere and treats the coffee shop offered. You shook your head, sighing, the life of the beautiful, watching as Kevin expertly entertained a small group of girls, who giggled in the cute schoolgirl way that you never could.

You wondered what it’d be like if you were drop dead gorgeous like Kevin was, if you could have the perfectly sculpted face that all girls dreamed of having. Maybe then, you wouldn’t feel so scared to call the number Sehun gave you. Maybe then, you would feel like he meant it. You kept it framed next to your bed, ashamed of this, but still incoherently satisfied.

Time passed, more girls came, a cutesy couple, once in a while. Cakes were sold, tea was steeped, the scent of aromatic coffee wafted around the room, and the sweet bubble tea that reminded you of Sehun was made.

Closing time soon rolled around, and you wiped tables diligently, still in a phase of euphoria.

“I’ll walk you home tonight,” Kevin told you casually, wiping the display glass.

He always did that on a dark night, you knew it was because you two were close.

“What a player,” you shook your head playfully.

Kevin always liked coming across as a charmer. He chuckled, having walked over to you, and put his arms around you, as you two always did.

“You’re holding a gross rag,” you say flatly in English, quirking your brows.

You stared at Kevin, who only smiled teasingly back.

Suddenly, the café door opened quickly. The two of you whipped your heads over, surprised.

You only stared, again, in disbelief.

“… Is that why you didn’t call?”

It was Sehun, you couldn’t say anything. His face was irate.

“I waited for it,” he continued, calming down, “But you never did. And I had to wait until everyone was gone to come see you, but then you and him are…”

You wanted to shout no, that you weren’t with Kevin, but your voice was caught, and it was difficult to explain with Kevin’s arms around you. You broke free, shaking your head loosely.

“Sehun-oppa,” you start, trying to stay as calm as possible, “I-it isn’t like that.”

Sehun chuckles bitterly, as if ridiculing himself.

“I was being stupid,” he laughed, but his eyes told a venomous story, you felt your heart sink, “To think that you would actually like me more than just an idol.”

He walks out, but not before looking at you with sad eyes. You want to race after him, but Kevin holds you back. You turn, eyes teary, yourself not wanting to understand why it would hurt that much.

“Kevin,” you whisper pathetically, and you knew it, “Please.”

Kevin looks at you sympathetically.

“_____, no,” he tells you, “Let him calm down first. I’m sorry.”

He pulls you in for a hug, even though that was the last thing you wanted from him at the moment, but you still appreciated him. You nod into his chest.

“It’s not your fault,” your partially muffled voice says, “It’s mine.”

That night, Kevin walked you home, and, every step of the way, comforted your tears.

 

Please pick up. Please pick up. Please pick up. You repeated these words like a mantra inside your head. Two days had passed, and you knew you loved him. You didn’t know how much, but enough to cry over your feelings and want things right. You held your phone to your ear, clearing your voice, heart still thumping at the same nervous rhythm you knew it would hum to.

Ring.

Ring.

Ri-

“Hello?”

His voice sounded so sweet to you, as a wave of relief washed over you, and the nervousness suddenly disappeared.

“… Sehun-oppa, it’s me, ______,” you explained, but hurriedly continued, “But please listen!”

He was silent, and you sighed, grateful that he stayed on the line.

“Kevin and me, we’re not,” you breathe, remembering the misunderstanding, “we’re not like that.”

You try to arrange your next words, taking a short pause, but he spoke, sounding even more irritated than that night.

“So you can do that kind of thing with anyone?”

You exhaled sharply, eyebrows lightly furrowed. You knew he was going to say that.

“Sehun-oppa, just, please listen for a bit,” you breathe out quickly, “The reason. That I didn’t call. That was because I was nervous out of my mind. And not only that, but worried that it would hurt if you were just kidding around.”

There was quiet.

“And that thing with Kevin,” you continued, “He’s like my older brother, so it isn’t like that, at all. It can’t be. I’m sorry I made you misunderstand.”

There was still quiet. You became more and more upset by the second. The pause still went on.

You both then let out a simultaneous sigh. Sehun’s drawled out longer, he groaned in relief.

“Thank God,” he breathed, you knew he was gathering his words with the pause that followed, “I saw you the first day you started work, before Exo was formed. And you were so controlling with your expressions and feelings, I thought it was cute, but pointless. Then from there, I always found myself watching you whenever you worked, I always went to your café to get tea, but you never noticed me because you were too nervous to take orders.”

Was it even possible to not notice him, you wondered.

“… Then it turned into love.”

You felt nervous around the ‘L’ word, but with Sehun, it felt soothing, relaxed, comforting, like it was always like that.

You let his words ring in your mind, feeling more and more excited, your heart racing.

“… Ah, don’t stop talking after I said such an embarrassing thing,” he moaned softly.

You smiled, flustered.

“You were always an idol to me, so this. This is,” you couldn’t come up with a word, and sighed, “… New. And I don’t know how confidently I can say this, but I love you… No, I know it’s true. I love you, Oh Sehun-oppa.”

You loved the slick sound of his name dancing on your tongue. His laugh that filled the conversation was like the tinkling of bells to you.

“_____, I love you, I love you,” he repeated, still laughing.

You started to laugh, too, your vision misty, then soon clearing as the warmth ran down your cheeks.

You wiped it with the sleeve of your sweater, as the two of you both smiled, hearts strung together by words spoken across the phone.

Please, let me fall deeper, you wished on nothing but the palpitations of your own heart, and the sound of his warm voice.

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  1. exoalwaysperfection reblogged this from kpopfantasyworld and added:
    Shit I wished this happened to me.
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