Don't Yuck My Yum

It’s a quarter to two in the afternoon. But that’s okay, he is early. He didn’t want to be late.

You texted him a few days ago asking if he would like to meet. This is the place you chose, a cafe a few blocks from the building where the two of you reside.

Taehyung has only walked by this place. Never entered. Before today. Had no reason to step inside. He didn't like coffee much. It was too sour for his liking. 

But he's kind of regretting not coming in sooner. The hot chocolate was creamy and smooth. A drink made to be savored. Especially on bitter, cold winter afternoons like this one.

The cafe was an illusion. There was nothing stately or grand about the building from the outside. It looked like a small shack someone had forgotten about. Dull, white siding that looked like it hadn't seen a coat of new paint in decades clung to the house frame. Some of the boards were warped and had a sheen of green on them.

Two large sturdy square windows anchored the wood and glass paneled door that had a small sign hammered next to it - announcing that the building was indeed a place of business and not someone's debilitated home. 

Despite being pretty drab on the outside, the inviting indoor ambiance could not be ignored. A warmth permeated throughout the place. Coziness encroached the crannies and ceiling, books and plants tucked into corners, the lighting dim. The space was small and intimate. 

Only a handful of walnut wooden tables fit inside the tight space and an emerald tufted loveseat occupied one of the corners, furthest from the door. The cushions of it look like plenty of bodies have made themselves home in its arms and frame. The accent pillows were worn and comfortably crushed velvet, complementary to the sofas hue in their colors of garnet and marigold. 

And beside that seat stood a small bookcase that seemed to be handcrafted because it leaned slightly to the left and the wood looked rough around its edges. 

The order counter was small and a handful of assorted pastries resided under a glass cake dish. Behind it stood a woman who was cleaning the area behind her.

All of the decor and the things were encased by cranberry walls iced with freshly-painted, ivory crown molding. 

Art that is for sale by local artists scattered the walls. Some are portraits, a few are landscapes and the remaining were a combination. Tiny cardboard placards with their prices were tucked neatly on each one. 

Taehyung studies the painting that hangs above the chair he has left empty for you. The depiction of a field bathed in saffron lighting of a…sunset? A sunrise? It's hard to tell. He's been staring at it for a while now and can't discern. 

The sun is low and hits the grass in a brilliant ray that carves a chartreuse path where it shines. It makes him think of his grandparents' farm. When realizes such, it's at that moment he decides he likes this painting. He nods his head in slight approval and then turns his attention back to the window next to him. 

The painting across from him is lovely, but Taehyung prefers the landscape that is currently outside right now. It matched his mood. 

(Song suggestion: J’s lullaby-Darlin’ I’d wait for you by Delaney Bailey)

It was mid-afternoon, but it didn't look any different than the early morning. The hazy periwinkle sky was heavily clouded with gray and blue tones. And the trees that were usually bright green in the spring and summer were dark and  thorny and seemed to stab into the sky defiantly. They stood scornful, bold and stoic as if holding onto the idea that the sun will come out again if they waited long enough. 

And the sun will return. But only when it wants to. 

There's a woeful acoustic song playing on the sound system, the musician singing so softly Taehyung can only pick up a few words as they float down from the above speakers. The lyrics mention words he associates with yearning and of loneliness. 

But Taehyung chooses not to dial into it. He already knows the song without knowing it. Feels like he knows it by heart.

Other than the music, the cafe is rather quiet. No. Correction. It is peaceful. There were five customers, including him and just like him, they were alone. Maybe nowhere to be or wanted to be on a dreary Sunday afternoon.

One woman is pensively typing on her laptop, hunched over it and squinting at the small screen from time to time. Her glasses sit on the table yet she never picks them up or puts them on. She looks tired, yet focused. Possibly because she is consumed with whatever she's working on.

Taehyung steals a glance at the barista. The server? Anyway, he watches as  she scrolls through her phone. Thinks about how sweet she was when taking his order. Sweet and pretty. Just like Yoongi prefers his partners. 

The one thing that made Taehyung convinced that she possibly was not the one Yoongi had a sexual fling with was that she was much too young. Maybe in her late teens? Early twenties? 

Yoongi liked to spread his dick far and wide but despite the rumors that swirled around him, the man had some standards. He swore he never fucked anyone younger twenty-five. His intentions weren't altruistic. His caffeine addicted friend reasoned that this rule kept him from serving  jail time.  Said he would survive in jail by offering his tight ass, but it would be the food that would lead to his death.

A smirk lines his lips at this thought as movement from his peripheral catches his attention. An older gentleman seated at a table just a few steps away has stood up and is beginning to make his way to the crooked bookshelf. 

Taehyung can't help but think this man accents the room. Like the other pieces of furniture sprawled about. Simply put, he looked like he belonged there, that maybe the room was built around him.

The man is covered in a heavy black woolen coat, matched with black trousers topped with a black cap. But most interestingly enough, he wore a sweater under his coat that almost matched the color on the walls perfectly. A book is tucked into his veiny and thin skinned hands after a brief skimming of the titles and he settles quickly back into his seat. 

His eyes lift to Taehyung's as if knowing he was being watched. Taehyung nods suddenly and the man nods back as he shifts a small, steaming mug that sits before him on the table, then takes a sip from the cup and notices the man's cheeks and nose are tinted pink. Taehyung wonders if they are that hue because of the cold or if there's something a little stronger poured into his cup.

(Song suggestion: Honey Honey by Feist)

A bell dings, gaining the gentleman's attention, his eyes shifting from his book toward the door.  The cold from outside is invading the cozy before being doused from the heat that resides within the cafe.  

Taehyung already knows it though. He already knows it is you before his eyes land on you. He could feel you. Pick up on your energy. 

He can feel a smile tugging at his cheeks. You’re adorable. Lovely. Beautiful. You're all of it.

Read the rest on AO3 or Patreon! It's free. I promise.

Creep masterlist here.

It’s a quarter to two in the afternoon. But that’s okay, he is early. He didn’t want to be late.

You texted him a few days ago asking if he would like to meet. This is the place you chose, a cafe a few blocks from the building where the two of you reside.

Taehyung has only walked by this place. Never entered. Before today. Had no reason to step inside. He didn't like coffee much. It was too sour for his liking. 

But he's kind of regretting not coming in sooner. The hot chocolate was creamy and smooth. A drink made to be savored. Especially on bitter, cold winter afternoons like this one.

The cafe was an illusion. There was nothing stately or grand about the building from the outside. It looked like a small shack someone had forgotten about. Dull, white siding that looked like it hadn't seen a coat of new paint in decades clung to the house frame. Some of the boards were warped and had a sheen of green on them.

Two large sturdy square windows anchored the wood and glass paneled door that had a small sign hammered next to it - announcing that the building was indeed a place of business and not someone's debilitated home. 

Despite being pretty drab on the outside, the inviting indoor ambiance could not be ignored. A warmth permeated throughout the place. Coziness encroached the crannies and ceiling, books and plants tucked into corners, the lighting dim. The space was small and intimate. 

Only a handful of walnut wooden tables fit inside the tight space and an emerald tufted loveseat occupied one of the corners, furthest from the door. The cushions of it look like plenty of bodies have made themselves home in its arms and frame. The accent pillows were worn and comfortably crushed velvet, complementary to the sofas hue in their colors of garnet and marigold. 

And beside that seat stood a small bookcase that seemed to be handcrafted because it leaned slightly to the left and the wood looked rough around its edges. 

The order counter was small and a handful of assorted pastries resided under a glass cake dish. Behind it stood a woman who was cleaning the area behind her.

All of the decor and the things were encased by cranberry walls iced with freshly-painted, ivory crown molding. 

Art that is for sale by local artists scattered the walls. Some are portraits, a few are landscapes and the remaining were a combination. Tiny cardboard placards with their prices were tucked neatly on each one. 

Taehyung studies the painting that hangs above the chair he has left empty for you. The depiction of a field bathed in saffron lighting of a…sunset? A sunrise? It's hard to tell. He's been staring at it for a while now and can't discern. 

The sun is low and hits the grass in a brilliant ray that carves a chartreuse path where it shines. It makes him think of his grandparents' farm. When realizes such, it's at that moment he decides he likes this painting. He nods his head in slight approval and then turns his attention back to the window next to him. 

The painting across from him is lovely, but Taehyung prefers the landscape that is currently outside right now. It matched his mood. 

(Song suggestion: J’s lullaby-Darlin’ I’d wait for you by Delaney Bailey)

It was mid-afternoon, but it didn't look any different than the early morning. The hazy periwinkle sky was heavily clouded with gray and blue tones. And the trees that were usually bright green in the spring and summer were dark and  thorny and seemed to stab into the sky defiantly. They stood scornful, bold and stoic as if holding onto the idea that the sun will come out again if they waited long enough. 

And the sun will return. But only when it wants to. 

There's a woeful acoustic song playing on the sound system, the musician singing so softly Taehyung can only pick up a few words as they float down from the above speakers. The lyrics mention words he associates with yearning and of loneliness. 

But Taehyung chooses not to dial into it. He already knows the song without knowing it. Feels like he knows it by heart.

Other than the music, the cafe is rather quiet. No. Correction. It is peaceful. There were five customers, including him and just like him, they were alone. Maybe nowhere to be or wanted to be on a dreary Sunday afternoon.

One woman is pensively typing on her laptop, hunched over it and squinting at the small screen from time to time. Her glasses sit on the table yet she never picks them up or puts them on. She looks tired, yet focused. Possibly because she is consumed with whatever she's working on.

Taehyung steals a glance at the barista. The server? Anyway, he watches as  she scrolls through her phone. Thinks about how sweet she was when taking his order. Sweet and pretty. Just like Yoongi prefers his partners. 

The one thing that made Taehyung convinced that she possibly was not the one Yoongi had a sexual fling with was that she was much too young. Maybe in her late teens? Early twenties? 

Yoongi liked to spread his dick far and wide but despite the rumors that swirled around him, the man had some standards. He swore he never fucked anyone younger twenty-five. His intentions weren't altruistic. His caffeine addicted friend reasoned that this rule kept him from serving  jail time.  Said he would survive in jail by offering his tight ass, but it would be the food that would lead to his death.

A smirk lines his lips at this thought as movement from his peripheral catches his attention. An older gentleman seated at a table just a few steps away has stood up and is beginning to make his way to the crooked bookshelf. 

Taehyung can't help but think this man accents the room. Like the other pieces of furniture sprawled about. Simply put, he looked like he belonged there, that maybe the room was built around him.

The man is covered in a heavy black woolen coat, matched with black trousers topped with a black cap. But most interestingly enough, he wore a sweater under his coat that almost matched the color on the walls perfectly. A book is tucked into his veiny and thin skinned hands after a brief skimming of the titles and he settles quickly back into his seat. 

His eyes lift to Taehyung's as if knowing he was being watched. Taehyung nods suddenly and the man nods back as he shifts a small, steaming mug that sits before him on the table, then takes a sip from the cup and notices the man's cheeks and nose are tinted pink. Taehyung wonders if they are that hue because of the cold or if there's something a little stronger poured into his cup.

(Song suggestion: Honey Honey by Feist)

A bell dings, gaining the gentleman's attention, his eyes shifting from his book toward the door.  The cold from outside is invading the cozy before being doused from the heat that resides within the cafe.  

Taehyung already knows it though. He already knows it is you before his eyes land on you. He could feel you. Pick up on your energy. 

He can feel a smile tugging at his cheeks. You’re adorable. Lovely. Beautiful. You're all of it.

Read the rest on AO3 or Patreon! It's free. I promise.

Creep masterlist here.

It’s a quarter to two in the afternoon. But that’s okay, he is early. He didn’t want to be late.

You texted him a few days ago asking if he would like to meet. This is the place you chose, a cafe a few blocks from the building where the two of you reside.

Taehyung has only walked by this place. Never entered. Before today. Had no reason to step inside. He didn't like coffee much. It was too sour for his liking. 

But he's kind of regretting not coming in sooner. The hot chocolate was creamy and smooth. A drink made to be savored. Especially on bitter, cold winter afternoons like this one.

The cafe was an illusion. There was nothing stately or grand about the building from the outside. It looked like a small shack someone had forgotten about. Dull, white siding that looked like it hadn't seen a coat of new paint in decades clung to the house frame. Some of the boards were warped and had a sheen of green on them.

Two large sturdy square windows anchored the wood and glass paneled door that had a small sign hammered next to it - announcing that the building was indeed a place of business and not someone's debilitated home. 

Despite being pretty drab on the outside, the inviting indoor ambiance could not be ignored. A warmth permeated throughout the place. Coziness encroached the crannies and ceiling, books and plants tucked into corners, the lighting dim. The space was small and intimate. 

Only a handful of walnut wooden tables fit inside the tight space and an emerald tufted loveseat occupied one of the corners, furthest from the door. The cushions of it look like plenty of bodies have made themselves home in its arms and frame. The accent pillows were worn and comfortably crushed velvet, complementary to the sofas hue in their colors of garnet and marigold. 

And beside that seat stood a small bookcase that seemed to be handcrafted because it leaned slightly to the left and the wood looked rough around its edges. 

The order counter was small and a handful of assorted pastries resided under a glass cake dish. Behind it stood a woman who was cleaning the area behind her.

All of the decor and the things were encased by cranberry walls iced with freshly-painted, ivory crown molding. 

Art that is for sale by local artists scattered the walls. Some are portraits, a few are landscapes and the remaining were a combination. Tiny cardboard placards with their prices were tucked neatly on each one. 

Taehyung studies the painting that hangs above the chair he has left empty for you. The depiction of a field bathed in saffron lighting of a…sunset? A sunrise? It's hard to tell. He's been staring at it for a while now and can't discern. 

The sun is low and hits the grass in a brilliant ray that carves a chartreuse path where it shines. It makes him think of his grandparents' farm. When realizes such, it's at that moment he decides he likes this painting. He nods his head in slight approval and then turns his attention back to the window next to him. 

The painting across from him is lovely, but Taehyung prefers the landscape that is currently outside right now. It matched his mood. 

(Song suggestion: J’s lullaby-Darlin’ I’d wait for you by Delaney Bailey)

It was mid-afternoon, but it didn't look any different than the early morning. The hazy periwinkle sky was heavily clouded with gray and blue tones. And the trees that were usually bright green in the spring and summer were dark and  thorny and seemed to stab into the sky defiantly. They stood scornful, bold and stoic as if holding onto the idea that the sun will come out again if they waited long enough. 

And the sun will return. But only when it wants to. 

There's a woeful acoustic song playing on the sound system, the musician singing so softly Taehyung can only pick up a few words as they float down from the above speakers. The lyrics mention words he associates with yearning and of loneliness. 

But Taehyung chooses not to dial into it. He already knows the song without knowing it. Feels like he knows it by heart.

Other than the music, the cafe is rather quiet. No. Correction. It is peaceful. There were five customers, including him and just like him, they were alone. Maybe nowhere to be or wanted to be on a dreary Sunday afternoon.

One woman is pensively typing on her laptop, hunched over it and squinting at the small screen from time to time. Her glasses sit on the table yet she never picks them up or puts them on. She looks tired, yet focused. Possibly because she is consumed with whatever she's working on.

Taehyung steals a glance at the barista. The server? Anyway, he watches as  she scrolls through her phone. Thinks about how sweet she was when taking his order. Sweet and pretty. Just like Yoongi prefers his partners. 

The one thing that made Taehyung convinced that she possibly was not the one Yoongi had a sexual fling with was that she was much too young. Maybe in her late teens? Early twenties? 

Yoongi liked to spread his dick far and wide but despite the rumors that swirled around him, the man had some standards. He swore he never fucked anyone younger twenty-five. His intentions weren't altruistic. His caffeine addicted friend reasoned that this rule kept him from serving  jail time.  Said he would survive in jail by offering his tight ass, but it would be the food that would lead to his death.

A smirk lines his lips at this thought as movement from his peripheral catches his attention. An older gentleman seated at a table just a few steps away has stood up and is beginning to make his way to the crooked bookshelf. 

Taehyung can't help but think this man accents the room. Like the other pieces of furniture sprawled about. Simply put, he looked like he belonged there, that maybe the room was built around him.

The man is covered in a heavy black woolen coat, matched with black trousers topped with a black cap. But most interestingly enough, he wore a sweater under his coat that almost matched the color on the walls perfectly. A book is tucked into his veiny and thin skinned hands after a brief skimming of the titles and he settles quickly back into his seat. 

His eyes lift to Taehyung's as if knowing he was being watched. Taehyung nods suddenly and the man nods back as he shifts a small, steaming mug that sits before him on the table, then takes a sip from the cup and notices the man's cheeks and nose are tinted pink. Taehyung wonders if they are that hue because of the cold or if there's something a little stronger poured into his cup.

(Song suggestion: Honey Honey by Feist)

A bell dings, gaining the gentleman's attention, his eyes shifting from his book toward the door.  The cold from outside is invading the cozy before being doused from the heat that resides within the cafe.  

Taehyung already knows it though. He already knows it is you before his eyes land on you. He could feel you. Pick up on your energy. 

He can feel a smile tugging at his cheeks. You’re adorable. Lovely. Beautiful. You're all of it.

Read the rest on AO3 or Patreon! It's free. I promise.

Creep masterlist here.