ONE OREO WAFFLE, PLEASE ! — s.jy.
pairing: cafe worker!jake x gn!reader
summary: you always felt a strange connection to that quiet cafe worker who made ice-cream waffles behind the tall counter of your favourtie cafe. maybe you were too attached to the cafe or just really liked the atmosphere, but you came here at least 3 times a week. or maybe it was because of that cute worker. who knows?
genre: fluff, angst if you look very closely, soulmates au, strangers to lovers, cafe au
word count: 1.6k
warnings: none i think
permanent taglist: @amakumos @jungwoniics @ja4hyvn @sunarindior @soobnny @arikiu @soobin-chois @heesplanet @hakuyeo @penny-quinn
a/n: wow !!! xae writes fluff !!!! 😨😨 this is part of my bffie yun @amakumos's collab, "written in the stars" ! i've originally had this idea with jay but since i chose jake's spot in the collab, i had to adapt 3 so enjoy ahaha,,, im not the best at fluff so i hope this is good ! this was inspired by my own experience where i bought a waffle and burned 3 of my fingers on it. it was worth it though 🤓☝ i had lots of fun writing this and i would absolutely love to hear your feedback luvies !! enjoy <3
You were back here again.
The exact same cafe a few blocks away from your apartment. You had been here so many times - maybe way too many times - you know how many steps it takes to get to the doorstep of the small hidden cafe, tucked away in a brightly lit alleyway clearly meant for youngsters like you.
The cafe was simple, decorated with plants and wooden furniture. It was plain but had a homely feeling, that exact feeling that you hadn’t been successful at finding with other TikTok-famous cafes. The plain, simple look of the cafe highly contrasted with the colourful lights and crowds of people right outside it; a peaceful change of environment. Maybe that’s why there weren’t many people in the cafe, it didn’t exactly stand out. However, this meant that you had this cafe all to yourself - it was practically your second home. The number of times you had visited couldn’t be counted, from a minimum of 3 times a week to a maximum of 5 times a week. Maybe it was a little insane, just a little.
You couldn’t help it though, could you? Your usual order, an oreo waffle with 2 scoops of vanilla ice-cream delicately placed right in the centre, with a small mint leaf to top it off. You also sometimes got a medium caramel milkshake if you were feeling a little stressed or down. It was delicious, to say the least.
But the cherry on top? That one quiet worker who diligently made waffles behind the marbled counter.
He was cute. But that statement wouldn’t do his looks justice, now would it?
He was absolutely breathtaking. He had the cutest eyes and the fluffiest hair and the sweetest smile (which you just so happened to catch a second of, before it quickly faded away as if it had never happened).
You had somehow always felt a strange attraction to him, as if you were lovers in a past life or as if you had been best friends and forgot all about it. Or maybe you were soulmates, but that couldn’t be a possibility, could it? Were you this lucky, to have already found yours even when the fated mark hadn’t appeared?
Ah, yes. That mark. The mark that would appear on every individual on their 18th birthday. You had about a month left until you were 18, but strangely you weren’t as excited for it as your friends were. It wasn’t that amazing or special anyways. Why did you need someone else to complete your life? You were doing perfectly fine right now.
There was a burning curiosity at the back of your mind, though. Why didn’t he talk much? Everytime you tried to make small talk with him while he made your order, he either gave one word answers or just a small smile. It was odd, but maybe he just didn’t want to be distracted while making the waffles. Maybe you were trying too hard, but it felt like you were meant to know him. Maybe you were just being dramatic and maybe you just wanted your own silly main character moment. Strangers to lovers? Your favourite trope of all time, yet you knew something like that only existed in the world of fiction.
You tried not to let it bother you, and continued your routine of visiting the cafe regularly. The other baristas and cafe workers seemed to like you anyway, always asking the same questions such as “how was your day?” or something along the lines of those. Even though they were the same questions everyday, you always felt happy sharing snippets of your ups and downs, and having someone, even if they were a stranger, to talk to while they made your food.
Sometimes you tried to switch your order up, opting for a cookies and cream or a strawberry cheesecake scoop instead. But you never changed the oreo waffle that you always got without fail. It was their best, after all. No arguments.
Your regular order never changed, but so did your friendship (if you even had one) with the man behind the counter, unfortunately. You knew that his name was Jake and that he was in-charge of making all waffle ice-cream orders at the cafe, that he was your age as well, and that his birthday was 2 weeks after yours. That was all you knew, sadly, despite wanting to know more.
You weren’t a persistent person, if someone didn't seem interested, you would give up. But it wasn’t the same with Jake, to your surprise. You found yourself wanting to know him more and more, and you gave in to those wants. At the start, it didn’t seem promising, but after your 16th birthday, that strange connection to him grew even stronger.
The mark that appeared on your wrist was a small butterfly. A blue and pink one, to be exact. But then again, you weren’t that big on this whole soulmate thing. Maybe unless it was Jake. Just kidding. But not really.
You were absolutely gone for a man that made you waffles 4 times a week. Maybe this silly strangers to lovers fantasy that you played in your head every night would actually work out. He seemed to be getting more comfortable with you, sometimes taking the initiative to start a conversation first instead of waiting for you to say something.
You and Jake kept up this cute friendship for about 2 more weeks, and on the day before his birthday, you told him that you’d be back again the next day to wish him happy birthday.
“No, (name), it’s alright, you don’t have to. I know you’re busy, you can just come wherever you’re free.”
“I don’t have class tomorrow jake, it's Saturday! Have you forgotten?” you asked, smiling a little at his slightly flustered face.
“Alright then, if you want to.” he mumbled, looking down and fidgeting with his fingers.
If he was being honest, he was interested in you. He felt the same strange connection to you, as if there was an invisible string tying the two of you together. He did have the thought that maybe you were soulmates, but he brushed off this silly idea. His soulmate couldn’t be the person who befriended him willingly, right? He must have saved a country in his past life if this was true. He knew that you already had your birthmark, but you always wore long sleeves or sweaters when visiting the cafe; it got a little cold sometimes. Hence, he didn’t know what your birthmark looked like. However, he didn’t really know why there was someone who wanted to talk to him almost every day, and always tried to get to know him. He didn’t know why you thought he was different and why you wanted to befriend him. He knew that you were a quiet person in school, he had a friend in the same literature class as yours. Yet he was comforted in the knowledge that someone would always be there and care for him, even if he thought he didn't deserve it.
You were back at the small cafe again the next day - Jake’s birthday. You had brought a small cake with a candle on it to celebrate with him. He was a little reluctant to do so since he didn’t want to slack off work, but he ultimately caved in. The cafe had just opened, so there was no one there yet, and it would take a while for customers to arrive since it was a Saturday; people always slept until the afternoon.
You tried getting Jake to wear this colourful party hat (which he, of course, hated) but, again, wore it in the end, after you argued that no one would see him and that it was just one time on his birthday. He looked even more adorable, if that was even possible, and he quietly blew out the candle that you had lighted.
It was almost 12pm; the time that all soulmate marks appeared on everyone’s respective birthdays.
Jake said that he wanted to see it in private, and you understood - some things were meant to be seen by yourself first.
It was now 12.01pm, and Jake quietly walked out of the staff’s lounge at the back of the cafe. He was glancing at his wrist with the purest smile you’d ever seen.
How lucky. How lucky his soulmate would be. His soulmate that would not be you.
Or would it?
“How was it?” you asked him, trying to bury that small flame of hope on your chest. You shouldn’t get your hopes up, maybe you would be disappointed in the end. Why did you even feel this way? Didn’t you find the whole idea of soulmates useless?
“Great! The mark is cute.” he replies, a smile creeping back onto his face.
“What is it?”
“I think it’s a butterfly. Its blue and pink, too.”
Your smile froze. Please don’t get my hopes up, you thought to yourself.
“Oh, right. I never asked you what yours was. It completely slipped my mind. What is it? I bet it's adorable! I’d love to know who your soulmate is, but I doubt I'll be able to do so” Jake said, a grin on his face.
Little did you know, Jake was feeling the same thing you were now. He was trying to mask that hint of disappointment with his smile and words. Yet he was still hoping that the universe favoured him, and that you had the same mark as him. He wasn’t an idiot though, he knew that the chances of that happening was close to impossible.
You slowly rolled up the sleeve of your flannel, revealing the same butterfly as the one on Jake’s wrist. An exact carbon copy.
You locked eyes with Jake, his eyes widening as he stared back into yours.
“Looks like I’ve found them.”