coffee - yvescult - mcyt [Archive of Our Own]

He flashes his signature million wattage smile even if he wants to yell at the idiot for getting mud all over their clean floors, and says, “Hi, good morning, how can I - “ but George stops himself mid-sentence when the boy finally looks up at him to meet his gaze.

“Oh my god,” George says, a little bit in shock. “Aren’t you - “

Again he’s cut off, but this time not by himself.

“Don’t,” the boy urges him, teeth chattering a little bit from the cold. “It’s been a long day and I really don’t want to be running away from paparazzi in this rain,”

(Or, Dream is a famous celebrity and George works at a bakery)

Notes: Hellooooo I'm back with another oneshot, and another bakery au! ^__^

I hope you guys enjoy! like usual, there's mainly just fluff and humor in the story! As always comments and kudos are rly appreciated and encourage me to keep writing!

It was lowkey inspired by coffee by BTS! :D I just listened to the song a lot while writing this, I suggest listening to it! Here's the link!

https://youtu.be/GiN5hPrZgw8

It starts with a little bit of rain and a shuffling of footsteps, a tall, blonde haired figure clutching tightly onto an umbrella that drips water all over the floor that Karl had just finished mopping, not three minutes ago. He tracks mud into the bakery.

George notices immediately how he’s shivering. It’s cold outside, the wind blowing hard.

He flashes his signature million wattage smile even if he wants to yell at the idiot for getting mud all over their clean floors, and says, “Hi, good morning, how can I - “ but George stops himself mid-sentence when the boy finally looks up at him to meet his gaze.

“Oh my god,” George says, a little bit in shock. “Aren’t you - “

Again he’s cut off, but this time not by himself.