COFFEE RUNS

[A/N]

@AvaStarr_HasMyHeart gave me this amazing request

when they requested this I realized I haven't done any Jehan ones and that made me sister sad

modern au

also, I usually do the first person but I'm thinking of switching to the third person so tell me which you like more

BY THE WAY, I GOT INTO GOVERNOR'S SCHOOL FOR CREATIVE WRITING

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"And a hot chocolate for me!" Courfeyrac piped up, barely lifting his head from Comebeferre's lap to look over at Jehan. As soon as the last word escaped his lips he let his head fall back onto his boyfriend's legs. Jehan could already see a knot forming in the back of his hair from where it rubbed against the navy corduroy pants beneath it.

"Anything else?" asked Jehan, trying to keep his helpful tone, but it came out a little strained.

"One more thing." Musichetta put up one finger.

"Yes?"

"We love you."

Musichetta's compliments had a way of making anyone melt. Even R -- the group's resident cynic who was known for believing that all humanity is terrible (that and never failing to voice his opinion that cats are inherently better than dogs) -- couldn't help but grin.

Jehan felt a smile break out on his face. "I love you guys, too."

"If you really loved me, you'd've gotten me my coffee already," said Eponine. Jehan told himself that she was only teasing, but he also reminded himself of how murderous she got without her double-shot espresso in the mornings, so he didn't waste any time leaving their basically-shared apartment.

He described it as "basically-shared" because although they all lived in different apartments in three different buildings, all of them spent most of their time in Jehan and Bahorel's apartment, which left both of them with the responsibility of keeping the fridge fully stocked, keeping the DVR empty for Enjolras to record whatever televised political event was going on and Cosette to record the next episode of The Bachelor, and, of course, coffee runs.

Jehan was tasked with coffee runs because Bahorel went to the gym first thing in the morning three days a week and claimed he had no time, thus taking advantage of the fact that Jehan was a huge pushover.

The red-haired man continued his trek down the stairs of the apartment building, reviewing the orders he had taken down on his and Bahorel's Pokémon stationery Bahorel had bought impulsively at a drug store solely because it had Bulbasaur on it. He heard footsteps advancing up the stairs and looked up, greeted by y/n coming up the stairs. She looked up as well and smiled.

"I was just heading to your apartment." She made a vague head-nod upstairs.

"Oh, yeah, I'm going on a coffee run. Want anything?" Jehan was already grabbing his pen from the pocket of his jean jacket when y/n peered over at the list.

"That's a lot of caffeine," she commented.

"Well, our friends are junkies. We should probably stage an intervention."

"Well, it's not like I'm above them. I personally love a good caramel frappucino," y/n joked. Jehan began scribbling down, caramel frappucino for y/n.

"But seriously," y/n continued, making Jehan look back up at her, "that's a ton of stuff. Don't you need help carrying it?"

Jehan tapped his chin thoughtfully. He recalled a time when he accidentally dropped Cosette's strawberry tea and was promptly murdered when he got back. "Come to think of it, yes, I probably need some help."

y/n smiled softly and turned around, walking with Jehan down the stairs. They ambled along in a comfortable silence for a few minutes and were maybe a quarter of the way there when y/n began trying to make small talk. "So, how are your plants doing?"

Anyone who knew Jehan knew that if you wanted a conversation to talk about with him for a few hours, mentioning his houseplants was the way to go. This one simple sentence sent him into a frenzy of fancy plant-words, most of which he had learned from the books Combeferre had lent him.

"... And then there's Petunia, and her leaves are drooping a bit. I'm pretty concerned about her. She's a Phalaenopsis," Jehan said, doing his best to pronounce what he had read in The Little Book Of House Plants And Other Greenery, the book Combeferre had bought especially for him.

"I'm sure she'll be alright," y/n reassured, holding open the door of what I considered to be the best coffee shop in New York. It was off of Houston Street, and most tourists were sure to miss it, but natives, like Jehan, visited regularly.

They ordered the coffee as quickly as they could and waited patiently at the bar.

"Flower baby?" Genny called from the counter. Jehan took one of the drink carriers and y/n followed, taking the other.

"Is you job to antagonize your regulars? Is that what you're getting paid for?" Jehan asked.

"No, its just the only thing that keeps me sane around here," Genny responded. "Kyle won't stop making sculptures out of the cardboard cup holder things in the break room and honestly, I'm at my wit's end."

Jehan threw a, "good luck!" over his shoulder to Genny as he and y/n headed to the door. He heard the familiar jingle of the small bell over the threshold as he pushed through the glass door.

The trip back went without any unfortunate coffee-drops, which Jehan was extremely thankful for.

When they finally arrived at the apartment door, Jehan looked over at y/n while he rummaged in his pocket for his house key. "Thanks, by the way."

"Oh, no problem. It's the least I could do. You guys feed all of us and let us loiter around your apartment. Petunia is probably dying of stress because she has to witness R and Eponine's horror movie marathons while she sits helplessly on the windowsill, useless to stop them from destroying their bodies with endless bottles of beer and liters of coke at a time." At this Jehan let out a chuckle as he fitted the key into the lock, carefully balancing the coffee holder in his other hand. y/n seemed to notice because she gently picked up the other cardboard carrier out of Jehan's hand. "You're important to all of us." Jehan looked up at y/n and noticed that she was suddenly very interested in the peeling beige paint on the wall.

He grinned and murmured a small, "thank you," distractedly as he jiggled the key in the lock before giving the door a kick and watching it swing open. The kick wasn't necessary, but he and Bahorel had turned it into a sort of habit, almost a way to announce themselves before entering. Jehan secretly felt bad about kicking the door and had to keep reminding himself that it was a non-sentient door and couldn't feel the blows.

y/n set both of the carriers on the kitchen counter and Jehan handed everyone their coffees. Cosette was the only one to thank him, but he was in too good a mood after y/n's compliments to care.

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