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Yoongi had collided with the male, well more of tried to avoid a collision. It was at these times he often wish he didn’t crave coffee as often as he did. Not that the drink he had bought was going to be satisfying in any way now that it was on the ground. Spilled, hazel coating the nice white stacks of parchment that the other had had in his arms. Watching his latte destroy what looked to be important work, Yoongi went into a mental frenzy immediately even though his expression did not convey such a fear.Â
Fuck..... His thoughts immediately rang, not only was he going to be late for practice he also was gonna have to convince a complete stranger not to kill him right now. “Uh, on a scale of one to zero, because zero would mean I didn’t just mess up your morning, about how important were those papers?” He knew the answer wasn’t zero about as much as he knew probably wasn’t getting his coffee fix anytime soon.Â
