quick note; these lil drabbles will be out of order, so don't be surprised if one day joon and y/n are together, then not the other. these are simply random, little pockets of time in the timeline that is joon's story w/ y/n. thank you for reading!

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Namjoon sat on the counter, tapping his fingers against the marble as he waited patiently for you.

...

Okay, he had actually lost all his patience a few minutes ago, but he liked to think he at least looked the part of an understanding boyfriend who would loyally wait for his girlfriend to finish her shift.

His eyes wandered around the now quiet cafe. The early morning bustle had died down, and the cafe was now approaching it's brief period of closing time during noon. You would close the cafe, ending your shift, and the next employee would come in when their shift started.

Anyway, Namjoon looked at the one person who still hadn't left the cafe, even though there were only ten minutes left before you closed the cafe. He impatiently narrowed his eyes at the customer who tapped away at his laptop slowly, taking the smallest sips of his tea. With each click and clack of the customer's keyboard, Namjoon could feel his tolerance wear thinner and thinner, if possible at this point.

He looked back at you, who nonchalantly cleaned the counters and machines, even humming a soft tune to yourself. You didn't show any signs of being nearly as impatient as he was. He let out a huff, turning back around to face the seating area of the cafe to see if he could intimidate the customer in leaving with his eyes.

See, Namjoon hadn't seen you in weeks, what with promotion for a new album and a few concerts here and there, and as if that wasn't enough, to throw into the mix there was the fact that you worked so many jobs along with being a university student. He looked up at the high ceiling, at the plants hanging from it here and there, silently cursing the Fates or whatever. He believed he was entitled to a few dates with his girlfriend.

He turned to his left, to the big clock hung on the wall. To his disappointment, it had only been five minutes since he last checked the clock.

Blowing air through his lips that made a funny sound, he turned back to you who was behind the counter, now taking inventory of all the pastries in the glass case to check if any needed to be refilled.

"(Y/n)," he said.

Without turning your head to look at him, you hummed in acknowledgement. "Yes?"

"Aren't you gonna kick that guy out or something?" He asked in a low voice.

"We've got five minutes until closing time, mister," you rolled your eyes at your unusually impatient boyfriend, suppressing a giggle. Namjoon was one of the most composed and understanding person you have ever met— this was the first you'd ever seen him like this. "Now please get your butt off the counter, I just cleaned it," you say, lightly hitting him with the rag.

He hopped off with a childish whine and wiped off imaginary dirt that you'd gotten on him when you hit him. He didn't talk to you after that, instead sitting at a table opposite to the customer who obviously felt no need to rush. Namjoon narrowed his eyes at the customer who still didn't look like he was anywhere near done to wrapping up his work or whatever he was doing that took such a long time.

Namjoon knew he was being inconsiderate, but he couldn't help it. He was so used to seeing you at your shift nearly everyday, but this past month's events kept him from doing so. At first, it was fine. But then, you had to miss a few of your shifts because your classes would run earlier than usual, and then he'd be stuck with the old owner of the cafe. As much as he loved the man, bless his soul, he didn't like the knowing look the grandpa gave him whenever his face gave the slightest sign he was disappointed that you were not at your regular shift.

He glanced at the clock.

One minute.

He turned around to look at you behind the counter, and was slightly (very) flustered to find that you were already looking at him.

You threw him a gentle smile and he gladly returned it, letting out a huff that danced along the border of being classified as a slight laugh.

With all the eye cuddling going on, he didn't even notice the long-awaited event of the customer finally packing up his stuff and standing to leave until he heard the chair legs slid against the tile.

He never realized how beautiful that sound would be. He wondered if anyone would like to hear it in a song because man that was more beautiful than any song he had ever heard.

Namjoon excitedly turned around to see the customer thank you for serving him before leaving, probably much too ecstatic to see the guy leave.

He waited on the edge of his seat, until the very last moment when the door finally closed behind the guy, leaving the cafe empty and silent.

Well, silent until...

"YES!" Namjoon shouted, jumping up from the chair in a flurry of excitement, accidentally knocking over the table.

The table met the tile floor with a loud bang, and you cringed as the noise filled the cafe.

"Joon!" You whined, making your way over to him.

You bent down to pick up the table, but never got to it when you felt Namjoon's familiar, slender arms wrap around your waist.

He pressed his cheek into your shoulder, then buried his face in your hair.

"I really missed you," he mumbled, his words slightly muffled by your hair.

You smiled, nodding. "I missed you too."

He let go of you and helped you lift the table and put it back in the position it belonged.

Taking off the apron you were required to wear, you looked at Namjoon, holding a hand out to him. "You ready for our date?"

He grinned, those dimples you loved so much appearing on his face. "I've been waiting for it since forever," he said, taking your hand. "Of course I'm ready."