Everything Sweets and Sugary Chap. 1

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Title: Everything Sweets and Sugary

Pairing: Lay/Suho (Fem!Suho)

Genre: SugarDaddy!AU, Romance, Fluff, Smut

Warning: Fem!Joonmyeon

Length: Series

Summary: Joonmyeon finds herself drowned in the world of sweets loves and sugary coated words.













Poster by: ate nylevoj



Chapter 1



Working in a maid café, Joonmyeon is not one to complain, but she is not one who is easy to get satisfied. She wishes for a better life where she doesn’t have to wear short skirt and tight fitting dress shirt, where she doesn’t have to face the flirty comments from the old men trying to hit on her. She wishes for a life where she doesn’t have to do anything for just one day and get everything served for her.

But reality is real and harsh, so Joonmyeon can only slips into the dress shirt and tries to button it up despite her big chest. She wonders why her body is so plump. Most girls might want to have their body plump and full, and Joonmyeon is not supposed to protest about how her body developed, but sometimes having such curvy hips and upfront chest is a bit too much to even walk freely on the street. Not to mention that her thighs are some kind of thick.

“Joonmyeon, are you done?”

She whips her head aside, “Yeah, almost!”

“Okay. Can you help me with the tables today? I twisted my ankle yesterday night and I can’t walk around too much.”

Joonmyeon furrows her eyebrows. “Are you okay?” She hastily buttons up her shirt before slipping into the skirt. The fabric swishes around the bottom swell of her butt with how short it is, but she can’t complain. This is the café’s regulation and if she wants to keep her job, she has to follow it.

Once she makes her way out, she meets Baekhyun’s droopy eyes and her own gaze falls onto the loosely wrapped ankle.

“What happened?” She asks, getting down to her knees to wrap the compress around her colleague’s ankle.

“I… slipped on my steps.” Baekhyun answers softly. Joonmyeon looks up at the hesitant tone coming from the other girl, narrowing her eyes at the lie. Baekhyun, the sweet little girl who had just graduated from university, is one timid girl with a very, very bad boyfriend. Joonmyeon once ever punched the guy on his nose for giving Baekhyun a black eye one year ago.

“Are you sure? It’s not because of that jerk?” She asks, tying the compress fabric tight enough. Baekhyun looks away, “Y-Yeah.”

Joonmyeon crosses her arms in front of her chest (in much difficulty because her melons are a bit too much of disturbance).

“You can tell me everything, you know? I won’t hesitate to kick on his balls.”

Baekhyun gives her a shy smile. “Okay. Next time.”

Joonmyeon nods. Okay for this time. Baekhyun makes a noise at the back of her throat, “Uh, Joonmyeon… you might want to stand up from there because someone out there is staring at your… butt.”

With sharp glare, Joonmyeon snaps her head towards where the window is, finding a hormonal teenage boy staring blatantly at her ass due to her bending down and how short the skirt is. She rises up and holds a curled fist towards the boy’s direction, threatening to hit him if he ever keeps that up. The boy flinches and scurries away, running with his face terrified.

Baekhyun giggles softly before moving to the cashier register.

Joonmyeon sighs. Men always see women as their sexual object, it seems? Well, her name is Kim Joonmyeon and she is going to prove to all men that not every girl is that easy.

Ever since she was a little child, Joonmyeon had always been the strongest one in the whole group of girls. She was a bit tomboyish when she was a kid, playing with boys and then showing them that she was way smarter and stronger than them. She had to get many detentions for showing the boys that she wouldn’t let them copy her homework just because they threatened her. Well, she kicked them and punched them.

Everyone would say Joonmyeon is one sassy girl. Indeed she is, but she is not going to be sassy if someone else won’t try to rile her anger up. She wants fairness in this world, because her life is enough of unfairness. She wanted to study design but she could only afford attending economic. And look where it brought her; working in a maid café, wearing short skirt, holding back from punching flirty old men, and getting low salary?

Such an unfair life it is.

“Joonmyeon!” Baekhyun yell-whispers to her and she breaks away from her deep thought. The girl is motioning to the customers entering the café one by one. Joonmyeon sighs, another hard day is starting.







“Yes, sir.” Joonmyeon grits her teeth from how the indirect sexual innuendoes thrown towards her. She is supposed to deliver the order for the man with glasses. One quick look, you would never think that the man is a pervert deep inside. Right after Joonmyeon took his order a while ago, she felt a touch on her butt.

As she puts his order on the table, the man holds onto her wrist while dragging his eyes up and down. He makes some jokes about melon and wanting to taste it, inch by inch. Joonmyeon is this close in pouring the coffee over the man’s head but with one quick look from Baekhyun, she is able to hold herself back.

Baekhyun sends her an apologetic look once Joonmyeon is back near the cashier register.

“Are you okay?” Baekhyun asks her. Joonmyeon shrugs, “It’s not like this is the first. Though I would really like to punch his nose.”

The other girl laughs softly, a hand coming up to cover her mouth. “You can’t treat every man like that.”

Joonmyeon huffs. “Well, not my fault that every man is a jerk. I swear that if the next guy customer is also a jerk, I won’t hold back.”

“Please don’t make a scene,” Baekhyun says, holding onto her arm. Joonmyeon gives her a smirk, “I can’t promise you that.”

When Baekhyun makes a pouty face, Joonmyeon laughs and pats the girl’s soft hair. Right at that time, the bell above the door rings and Joonmyeon goes to greet the new customer.

Walking inside is one handsome guy, looking so cool and screaming ‘rich’ all over his body. Joonmyeon internally whistles at the presence of a good looking guy, since it has been a while since they get handsome customer in this week.

“Welcome to Little Cherry, sir. What would you like to order?” Joonmyeon recites the well remembered lines as she follows the guy. He slips into one booth, putting down a folder on the table, and taking off the sunglasses hanging lowly on his nose.

“Just hot chocolate, please.” The man says, giving her a once over look before moving to pay his previous folder his attention. Joonmyeon internally dances. For once, a guy who doesn’t look like a complete jerk.

“Most definitely, sir. Please wait for a moment.” Then she scurries away to the counter to fetch the said drink. Baekhyun gives her a questioning look once she arrives with a smiley face.

“What?”

“You are smiling.” Baekhyun points out, filling the cup with the ordered hot chocolate. Joonmyeon whistles, “A handsome customer with good enough manner is the reason. For once, I don’t have to face jerk guy.”

The other girl stifles a smile before placing the cup on the tray. Joonmyeon blows a soft kiss to Baekhyun before she lifts the tray to deliver the order. The guy customer is working on some papers on the table, with many lines and little dots, seeming very like music sheets. Joonmyeon steadies the tray carrying the steaming hot chocolate, careful to not make a mistake.

As she nears the table, a hand from somewhere shoots to touch her butt and Joonmyeon squeaks in surprise, losing balance over the tray and dropping the cup down to the table.

It seems like a slowed motion as she watches the cup slowly hits the table, the thick drink pouring out from the lip of the cup. When the cup of hot chocolate topples over, the dark liquid splatters all over the thick music sheets. Joonmyeon’s mouth hangs open in shock and she carefully glances up to the customer.

The guy is staring at the music sheets blankly and it feels like the whole café stops every movement. Joonmyeon scrambles to pick the cup up as if that can help the drink to return back into the cup but the damage is done already.

She stutters, “I-I’m truly sorry, sir! I’m sorry, I just—”

“Fuck! Where do you put your eyes?!” The previously calm guy screeches, rising from the seat.

She pats the drenched music sheets with her cloth, trying to save them but to no avail, it won’t help anything at all.

“Fuck!! This is important, you are so dead! How are you doing your job? You can’t be serious!!!” The guy starts sprouting words with harsh tone, the veins in his head prominent and that shows how angry he is. Well, despite it was Joonmyeon’s entire fault, she won’t let someone talks that harsh to her.

Joonmyeon grits her teeth. “I have told you that I’m sorry!”

The guy’s mouth hangs open in disbelief. “Do you think your apology will make my music sheets all dry and good again?”

“Well, that’s your business, not mine!” She screeches, coming up right into the guy’s personal space. She is not going to back down just because of one mistake.

The guy pushes a finger to her forehead, pushing her away. “You made a mistake and ruined my works, and you are trying to look all right now? It was clearly your fault, how are you going to fix this right now, huh?”

Joonmyeon can hear Baekhyun’s panicking voices somewhere in the background but she ignores everything for now. She grabs the guy’s finger away and yanks it away.

“You want me to fix it? Sure, okay.” Joonmyeon says with a wicked smile, grabbing the drenched music sheets and crumpling them into a sticky ball, before throwing it into the waste bin.

The guy is watching her intently.

“There, I fixed it already! Screw you and your papers, shit head!” Joonmyeon grunts, taking the tray and stomping back into the staff room. She can only hear her ragged breathing and Baekhyun’s squeaky and trembling voices trying to apologize to everyone. Oh, shit, she talked too fast. That guy is not decent at all! He can have that handsome face but he doesn’t have the manner at all!

Baekhyun comes limping to the staff room, looking terrified. “You are lucky that the manager is not here for a week, Joonmyeon! Oh, what should I do about you?” She cries, holding a hand over her chest.

Joonmyeon grunts, wiping her wet hands off. Screw that guy, she can deliver a hit where it hurts the most for him!







The guy wipes the excess of dried hot chocolate on his trousers as he makes his way to his car. His works might have been ruined by the feisty maid from before, but he is lucky enough that he has a copy of those papers.

As he starts the engine of his car, a disbelief smirk curls on his lips and a scoff escapes from him.

“Shit. Exactly my type.”









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A/N: Ohoho, I personally love this opening chapter. What about you? ^^ thanks for reading!