1|3 – The Sun;; HJS
Word Count;; 1.8k
Genre;; Fluff, Humour(ish), S2Ls
Pairing;; Joshua x Reader
Summary;;
Lacking the energy to finish your book, you’re debating whether or not to grab another coffee when you overhear a certain someone’s plan to confess. Within moments the story beats you’ve always known are tossed out the window and you’re thrust into the life of a contemporary romance lead.
Warnings;;
None! Just some overactive wingmen in the form of Hoshi and DK, and Reader is a coffee drinker.
Notes;;
Here is the second instalment of a collab I am doing with @writeformesinpie - Holidays With Seventeen. Every 14th day of the month is considered a holiday in South Korea so we’re basing the prompts off those! March 14th (when this was meant to be posted) is White Day! I’ve put this off for so long [5 months] because I wanted to do him justice and my mental state isn’t doing great but I can’t wait any longer to feel better so alsjdfkg
With a press of a button your music pauses. The soft melodies cease, replaced with the electric hum of the small café. Situated within a much larger bookstore, it’s a hub of activity as friends gather and customers congregate. Young and jubilant, the barista laughs along with her jokester coworker. There’s a harsh hiss as one of the many coffee machines fills the open space with the distinct scent of roasted java beans.
Returning your focus back to your book, you debate whether or not to take a break. The afternoon is escaping right through the gaps of your attention; if you blink too hard night will have fallen. Yet you can’t deny the heaviness behind your eyes. There’s a weariness settling in your spine, right where your posture is the worst. Stretching your legs may provide enough of a boost to see you through to the end of the chapter, or it might backfire and spread your building exhaustion throughout every inch of your body.
A yawn passes through your lips. Once more your gaze flits around the bookstore. So much to read, so little time. Your latest purchase starts to close, pages slipping out from in between your fingertips. It’s still early in the evening – you could, in theory, push yourself to finish. But books are made to be enjoyed, not rushed.
Behind you, hushed bickering reaches your ears. It’s coming from your preferred window, the one a small group of gentlemen snagged just an hour prior. Discerning three distinct voices, you decide to listen in on their conversation.
“You gotta shoot your shot, bro.”