#yoons

As always, there was nobody there, but Minnie and her own worker that never seemed like he wanted to be there in the first place. Kyle is his name… Or maybe Keith? Yoongi isn’t sure, and he’s probably not going to last long enough for him to have to care. The person in question is still on their phone at the register even after Yoongi entered the store.

Yoongi doesn’t care who takes his order, or even if the guy’s on his phone, though. As long as he gets his usual order of black coffee, then he’s fine with any situation.

He walks up to the counter, waving at Minnie who just walked out of the back to throw some cookies in the baked goods display case. She was about to open her mouth to greet him, but then she sees her employee still on his phone with Yoongi in front him and she frowns.

“Koby-“ so that’s his name “-we have a customer! For the last flippin time… GET OFF YOUR PHONE!” Yeah… Minnie can be scary sometimes, but I guess the teenage employee is emotionless to her request like Yoongi also is watching this interaction.

The kid finally looks up from his phone, looks at Minnie, then looks at me. He looks back at Minnie to say to her an unapologetic, “Sorry,” then looks back at me. “What can I get you?”

“One coffee. Black, please.”

“He’ll also have a one of our new muffins!” Minnie says while putting the cookies in the case, not picking her head up as she speak.

Yoongi rolls his eyes but slightly smiles too. This is how it always goes with Minnie and him. He asks for only coffee, and she somehow worms him into buying a baked good every time.

“I’m okay, Min. I ate something before I got here.”

Minnie picks her head up from the display cases opening, wipes sweat from her forehead, then looks over at Yoongi with a pout. “But I just made them! I promise you’ll like them. There tangerine flavored.”

Yoongi goes to say no, but then he thinks about the flavor. Huh, never knew that could be a flavor for a muffin. “Okay, then one muffin please.”

Minnie pumps her fist in a way of saying, Yes! The kid types Yoongi’s order into the register, writes something down on a foam cup, then looks to Yoongi to read off the total. “That will be 10 dollars.”

Yoongi rests his book on the counter as he takes out his wallet in his back pocket. Handing the kid a ten dollar bill, and shaking his head when he tries to give Yoongi a receipt.

After Minnie hands him the muffin, he goes to sit in his usual spot while he waits for his coffee to be made. It’s the only spot in the restaurant that’s separated by a wall, but also has one of those big windows next to it. Yoongi sits down, back facing the wall, and puts his book and muffin down on the table.

He opens his book titled Spanish Daughter, and nibbles on his muffin as he reads. Loving the slight taste of tangerine the muffin has to it. He doesn’t even realize he got through a full chapter before the kid at the counter calls out his order. So, Yoongi uses a bookmark to hold his spot (because he’s not a creodont and folds the corner) then goes to pick up his coffee at the pick up counter. Right when he walks up to the counter, he hears the door of the café open and close behind him.

He raises an eyebrow to himself, surprised another customer has come into the café for once while he was there. Paying it no mind, he picks up his coffee and tries to ignore the person that just walked in. Hopefully it’s not a overaly talkative person. He hates when they always want-

As soon as Yoongi turns around, his entire world is tipped over. The second his eyes look over at you, it’s like everything else has disappeared. There’s somehow a romantic song playing inside his head, and even though his feet are still moving he can’t take his eyes off you.

For the first time in a long time, maybe even his entire life, Yoongi is captivated by a women he doesn’t even know. From the way your hair falls down your back, to the way you scrunch your eyebrows together as you look up at the menu. For the first time in his life, he wants to find out what’s in a person head and every single thing you’re thinking about behind those beautiful clear eyes of yours.

His eyes roam your figure, starting from the cute way you cross your ankles even though you’re standing, up to your exposed shoulders in your spaghetti strapped sunflower dress. He’s never found shoulders attractive before, but right now he’s thinking-

The first thing Yoongi feels is the smack to the face from a hard surface, and the next thing he feels is a high burning sensation on his chest through his shirt. He yells out a “Ack,” and takes his eyes off you to see what he’s just hit into, and realizes he was so captivated by you that he actually hit into an actually wall!

He turns and sees everyone in the café is staring at him, even the kid that was just looking down at his phone a moment ago is raising an eyebrow at him in confusion. Minnie is looking at Yoongi equally confused, and you look at him neutrally with a hint of concern.

“Are you okay?” You ask as you walk over to him, digging into your purse for some spare napkins to give him.

Yoongi’s ears heat up at this embarrassing situation. First, he can’t believe that he just walked into a wall because of you. And second, his chest is now really starting to hurt. Either from the burn the coffee is giving him or because you just walked up to talk to him.

Not knowing what to say, Yoongi just lets his mouth open and words that aren’t real words flow out, “I - yeah - jamba do pretty.”

He thinks he meant to say, you’re really pretty, but is did not sound anything like that. Making his red ears turn into a red neck to match now because of his own furthering of embarrassment.

You raise an eyebrow at the guy in front of you, not understanding a word he just said. “Huh?”

“I-I mean…” He breaths in, trying not to further embarrass himself. “I mean, I’m okay. Thank you.”

You then smile at him, hand him the napkins to clean himself off, and walk away. All the while Yoongi is staring at your back and watching. It’s not until Minnie’s jaw drops from behind the counter, and Yoongi sees her in the corner of his eye, that he wakes up from the trance you put him in.

Minnie mouths to him, Oh my god. To which Yoongi just rolls his eyes and shakes his head. With one last long glance your way, he turns around to head to the bathroom at the back of the store, so he can wash off the coffee that’s undoubtedly stained his shirt and has broken his pride.

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By the time Yoongi exits the bathroom, the coffee stain has somewhat gotten out of his shirt, but the shame of it all still linger. He sees you at the table near his, not the one near the wall that Koby is now cleaning up, but the one next to his. You have your own book and coffee in hand, leaning against the back of your chair.

His lips part when he spots you, watching you take a sip of your coffee, and he’s still unable to wrap his head around how someone as beautiful as you exists in this world. 

He doesn’t stop looking at you until a foam cup is wiggled in front of his face. A smirking Minnie holding that cup of coffee that she remade for him in hand. Yoongi’s eyes widen for a second in surprise, then he thanks her for remaking his coffee as he takes it from her hands.

“You know, you could just go talk to her,” Minnie suggests.

Yoongi’s eyes go wide again, but this time more because he’s freaking out by her suggestion. Him and girls don’t mix. In fact, he prefers those two equations to stay far away from each other. He doesn’t know the first thing about girls, never mind talking to one!

“Absolutely not,” Yoongi hisses at Minnie, grasping his coffee a little to hard and making it spill. Yoongi relaxes his hand, not wanting to make a part 2 of the spill saga that happened before.

“Wo there, Yoons. Didn’t mean to upset you,” Minnie is looking at Yoongi a little different now. She’s never seen him this flustered before, and in a way… it’s kind of endearing. Besides his books and small conversations about movies that him and Minnie talk about, she doesn’t know what his dating life is like. Or anything else about his life, actually. She cares about him, though, and wants to see him happy. And right now, the girl that ordered a mocha late with skim milk seems to be making Yoongi’s heart do somersaults of happiness. “Just go sit down, and compliment her on her dress or something. You don’t need to ask for her number or anything.”

Yoongi’s continues to glower at her next suggestion, but it’s not a bad one. He’s not in high school anymore, he’s almost in his thirties. He should be able to talk to a girl.

“Okay, fine. Yeah, I got this.”

“That my boy,” Minnie says and then pats him on the back. She then goes back behind the counter, readying a muffin to eat while she watches her friend and favorite customer begin his own love story in her café.

Yoongi takes a deep breathe, then walks back over to his seat. You’re literally in the set of table and chairs right next to him, obviously opting for it since he took the best seat, reading your book without a care of him being there. He sets his new cup of coffee down, and slides into his seat, trying his best not to look over at you to long and look like a creep.

He watches you take another sip of your coffee that looks a little more fancy then his now that he sees it up close, and he swallows past the lump in his throat. He takes this moment to look at the book your reading, and he’s surprised to see you’re reading a book he’s already read and enjoyed.

“Skin of The Sea is a good one,” He states. Mentally patting himself on the back for not stuttering like an idiot this time.

You look at the guy that smashed into the wall before over your plastic cup when he obviously is talking to you, and then set the cup done. “Ah, yeah! I like fictional books like this.” You glance down and see the book Yoongi is reading in front of him. “Haven’t read that one yet,” You say pointing to his book. “Any good?”

Yoongi glances down at his book, completely forgetting he even went to this café in the first place to read it. “Ugh - yeah! I only just started it, though, but seems good.”

You nod your head in understanding. “That’s coolio.”

Yoongi then watches as you pick your book back up after a few seconds of silence stretches between the two of you. Clearly you thinking your conversation has ended there, and he just wanted to give a comment on your book. Yoongi did the compliment thing, but now he doesn’t know what to say next! Minnie should have couched him more. Or maybe Yoongi should have paid attention more when his high school friends talked about flirting with girls. Either way, he didn’t know what to say.

He opted for opening up his book, so he didn’t look like a creep by just staring at you again, and then started thinking up ways of what to talk to you about.

He didn’t flip a single page of his book for the next hour. It wasn’t until you started packing up your stuff, bookmarking your page in the book (10+ points for you in Yoongi’s book), that he decided to say something else.

“T-thank you… for the napkins before.”

Thank you for the napkins before? Really Yoons? Both Yoongi and Minnie thought at the the same time.

You look down at wall smasher guy - a nickname you gave him in your head - and sent him a small smile. “It was no problem. I hope you’re okay, though”

Yoongi nods his head a little to enthusiastically, excited that you’re actually furthering the conversation. “Oh, yeah, I’m fine. My head was just in the clouds, I guess.”

Yoongi tries to play it off, but even to his own ears his excuse was stupid. You bought it, though, as you lean against the table you were once sitting at. Understanding completely what he’s saying, and also understanding that this conversation is going to take a minute. “I get that. Sometimes I don’t even realize my mind wonders sometimes.”

He watches the balls of your cheeks heat up, embarrassed by what you just admitted. Yoongi, on the other hand, finds your confession and the blush completely adorable.

“No - yeah - definitely…”

As you can tell, Yoongi is great at this… Not!

You fold your lips within each other, trying to also think of something else to say. Before you can think about something else to say to wall smasher guy, you hear your alarm on your phone go off. You take it out of your pocket and switch it off, pocketing your phone again right after.

“Hey, um - I got to get going. I have class in thirty minutes, so…”

Yoongi nods his head in understanding, but he can’t help his sadnesses that passes over his expression from hearing you have to leave. “No problem. Have a good class.”

You smile at him, then begin your retreat out the door. It’s just what you’re about to push the front door open, that you pause for a second. The guy is cute, and it’s clear that he’s interested in you too. You both are clearly book worms and a little awkward in conversations. And, if your suspicions are correct, he’s probably even a advocate coffee drinker like you. Already so much in common, and you can’t think of one other time a guy has stuttered over you!

You look down at your coffee that’s half way gone, and use it as an excuse to go back over to him. Throwing away the plastic cup in the process and staring down at a surprised Yoongi with confidence.

“My names Y/n, by the way. I-in case you were wondering.”

Clearly your good at the conversation thing too… again not! 

Yoongi smiles a little when he hears your stutter, a little glad he’s not the only one flustered in this situation. “My names Yoongi, but most people call me Yoons.”

“I’ll stick with wall smasher,” You giggle out, but your cheeks still heat up even though what you said was clearly a joke.

Yoongi face palms at the joke, though. Getting embarrassed by the whole ordeal all over again. Without taking his face out of his hands, he says to you, “That’s forever going to haunt me, isn’t it?”

You shrug your shoulders, but he doesn’t see you because his face is still in his hands. You decide this little boost of confidence can only get bigger, so you then say, “Nope. And I’ll prove it when you bring me on a coffee date next.”

Yoongi’s eyes widen, taking his face out of his hands to stare up at you. Did you just-

You take out a little notebook from your purse, ripping off a strip of paper from it, and then write your name, and number down and then place it on the table in front of him. With a raised eyebrow and smirk plastered on your face, you ask, “Do you except the challenge, wall smasher?”

Does he accept a coffee date with you? Um…

“Fuck yeah.”

You giggle in response, and it’s music to Yoongi’s ears.

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“Babe.”

“Babe”.

“Baaaaaaaabe!”

“‘Baby?”

“My snuggly-wuggly tuggly baby boy?”

“Yoongi hyung, it’s time to get uuup!”

“Yoongles? Are you dead?”

Huh. This was going to be more difficult then it seemed. But Jungkook had a mission, bestowed on him by none other than the great gods above (Namjoon hyung, mostly). A mission to wake Yoongi up. Because, you see, they had to be on set for an interview in about 45 minutes, which meant they needed to be leaving in about 15 minutes. Which meant Yoongi needed to be awake. After a few minutes of discussion over the breakfast of cereal and toast that Yoongi wasn’t attending, it was decided that Jungkook should go wake him up. (Seokjin hyung said it was because him and Yoongi were dating, which meant Yoongi was more likely to listen to him. Jungkook said it was because Seokjin was a pussy and was afraid of the mean right hook a just awoken Yoongi could swing, but Jungkook went anyway. What was he supposed to do, say no to seeing Yoongi’s cute little nose scrunch when he wakes up?). Yet, here he was, absolutely nose scrunch deprived. Because a crucial part to seeing Yoongi up was, well, Yoongi waking up. And Yoongi wasn’t doing that, so here Jungkook stood. Standing over Yoongi, curled up under a mound of blankets.

“Babyyyyy…. please? Pwease? Pwetty pwease will you wake up?”

Jungkook was pulling out all the stops. Obnoxious baby voice, sickly sweet pout – one way or another Yoongi was waking up, whether it was because of the noise or out of annoyance.

“Yoongi hyung…Yoongles…Yoooongles!” “MMmmmnooo….”

Aha! At long last, a semblance of success! Yoongi had spoken! Well, while it wasn’t quite words, it was certainly noise. But as Yoongi began to wake up and peel the various blankets, Jungkook soon realised the reason for his reluctance. Because Yoongi, for lack of a better word to describe his cuddly, adorable, cute boyfriend, looked like shit. His eyes were red and puffy, his cute chubby cheeks were flushed, and his nose was red and runny. To his credit, it took Jungkook all of 2 seconds to get over his initial shock and switch straight into ‘super-caring-and-amazing-pro doctor-boyfriend’ mode. He dropped to his knees besides Yoongi’s bed and went to feel his forehead. Yoongi had other ideas. He batted away Jungkook’s hand, mumbling something unsavoury about mother hens and overprotective boyfriends. “Jungkook-ah, it’s not that bad. It’s just a small cold, really, I’ll be fi-”. Whatever Yoongi’s next words were, they were cut off by a violent sneezing fit into the tissues Jungkook had grabbed from the bedside table. (That’s right, he’s the one and only ‘super-caring-and-amazing-pro doctor’ boyfriend).

“No, Yoongi. I don’t know if you’ve seen yourself but like, look at you! There’s no way you’re going to any interview– or anywhere, in fact, besides this bed. Not as long as I, your super-caring-and-amazing-pro doctor boyfriend is here to stop you.” “My super-caring…what? Anyway, you worry too much. I’ll be fine, truly! Just a dab of concealer and no-one will notice.” Yoongi made a good point. It was unfortunate, then, that his good point was immediately ruined by the fact that when he sat up to drive his point home, his head started spinning and he collapsed into Jungkook’s waiting arms. “I think my point has proven.” He mumbled weakly into Jungkook’s chest, causing the younger to laugh. “Yeah, you’re not going anywhere. Don’t worry, Yoongles. We all have sick days. You lie back down, and I’ll go talk to everyone else. Be back soon.” He patted Yoongi’s head and manoeuvred him back into a lying down position, kissing him on the forehead before standing and leaving. - - - - - Yoongi hated being sick. He hated having a headache. He hated feeling sore in all his joints. He hated feeling so weak and frail. And he hated people going out of their way to care for him. Which is exactly what Jungkook was doing. He had been up and down constantly, getting Yoongi more water, more tea, another blanket, checking his temperature, and pretty much giving Yoongi another headache with how much he’s fretting. He figures maybe he should be more sympathetic – to be fair to him, they haven’t been dating for that long, only pining for years, and this is the first time that Yoongi has gotten sick since they’ve started dating. So, maybe it’s understandable that Jungkook is stressed, maybe that Jungkook sees it as a kind of ‘test’ or whatever, to prove to someone (maybe himself?) that he can, actually, look after Yoongi. Hell or high water. Or nasty virus. But Yoongi is sick. So, he doesn’t have to be understanding. Or sympathetic. And sure, maybe Yoongi did like to be taken care of in ah...otherareas (but he wasn’t a pillow princess! No matter what Jungkook said), this was getting ridiculous.

After Jungkook has made his fifth round out of Yoongi’s room and back again (no, hyung, I swear! Tae always has the fluffiest blankets, so I’ll just get you one of his, so you can be super comfortable!) Yoongi put his foot down. Well, not really. Since Jungkook had told him to lie down, he hadn’t got back up. “Jungkook-ah. Seriously. I know you want to look after me but – come on! I know that Namjoon told you that you could stay only if you keep an eye on me and make sure I don’t get worse, but seriously. Sit down.”

“But hyung, what if you get uncomfortable or start to feel worse, and I know you’re too stubborn to say anything-” “Thanks, Kook.” “And then you just end up feeling worse and I fail in my duty as a super-caring-and-amazing-pro doctor boyfriend!”

“Kook. Kookie. Baby. Calm the fuck down.”

That, at least, got Jungkook to stop. Apparently, there’s something more intimidating about being told what to do when the order is issued by a small, grumpy man lying in bed. Yoongi continued, “if you really wanna help me and be my super-caring and whatever boyfriend, then calm down, lie with me, put on that stupid drama you got me addicted to, and cuddle with me until my stupid immune system get’s better at it’s job. Actually, don’t cuddle with me. I think the managers might kill me if I get you sick too.”

Jungkook laughed at the last statement, already moving to get Yoongi’s laptop from where it was charging on the desk. “Not a chance, hyung. You asked me to cuddle with you, and there’s no taking it back. I won’t get sick, anyway. Not me. I eat oranges. My vitamin C levels are so high, they’ll protect you too. But only if we’re touching so, the cuddling is necessary, in fact.” Jungkook heard the soft laughter from the bed behind him and smiled, glad that even though Yoongi was feeling bad, he still had an intact sense of humour. He smiled again as Yoongi immediately latched onto him as soon as he lay down, resting his head on Jungkook’s chest. As the opening scenes of the episode began to play, he felt Yoongi’s breathing slow and smiled softly once more as he ran his fingers through Yoongi’s hair. - - - - - Jungkook was not smiling anymore. Oh no. Jungkook was trying to, as quiet as possibly, curse the kitchen, the universe, and the creator of chicken noodle soup for making it so damn difficult. He thought it would be easy. He thought it would be a nice gesture for Yoongi. He had fallen asleep, sometime in the third or fourth episode. Ok, Jungkook thought, time for lunch. Time to sneakily un-intertwine himself with Yoongi’s arms, (a feat in itself, but only because he had to stop and coo at every one of Yoongi’s adorable noises), then go to kitchen and get working on the 100% absolute scientifically proven cure for the common cold – chicken noodle soup. It’s easy, he thought. I’ve seen the hyung’s do it a thousand times. Just throw the shit into a pot and wait. Easy. Yeah, real easy, Jungkook thought bitterly, staring at the lump, congealed mess that was supposed to be Yoongi’s lunch.

But it’s not like it couldn’t be salvaged. Uber Eats existed. But he wanted to do this, at least, for Yoongi. Even if these were less then ideal circumstances, it was always nice to make a meal for someone you love. He could just order the Uber Eats and then put it in the pot, play off like he made it. But where would he put the already existing chicken soup-like…thing? Jungkook is pretty sure the plumber wouldn’t appreciate him pouring it down the sink – it could probably clog pipes at 20 paces. Just as he is debating on the ethical pros and cons of lying to his boyfriend about making him soup, said boyfriend appeared in the doorway.

Well, it was either Yoongi or a living, breathing blanket, which is what actually appeared. Yoongi had made it out of bed, but brought one of the multiple blankets with him, and had used it to cover almost his entire body as he walked (shuffled) towards the kitchen, only his eyes visible. “Jungkookie? Where did you go?” Jungkook couldn’t see the elder’s mouth, but he just knew he was talking in pout again. This was the kind of Yoongi he signed up to see in the morning – not the ‘I have had a terrible night’s sleep, woken up and realised I’m sick’ morning Yoongi, but the ‘I’m very cuddly and soft and have just woken up from a nice dream’ post-nap Yoongi.

“Nowhere, baby. Just to the kitchen to ah…attempt some soup.” That got Yoongi’s attention, and had him shuffling over to look in the pot. He frowned upon the sight of the greasy soup. “Is that…is that a noodle?” He asked, pointing at a blubbery, bloated pale thing. “Thank you for trying, Kookie but…maybe we could order lunch?” Jungkook smiled down at the talking mound of blankets and patted it on the head. “You’re the boss today, Yoongles. What do you want to eat?”

After about 3 seconds of deciding (obviously I want lamb skewers, Kookie. What else?), the two were sitting down on the couch and setting the same drama up on the TV. There was a moment of comfortable silence between the two.

“You know, Kook. When you’re not trying to be the best super-caring-and-amazing-pro doctor boyfriend, you’re actually really really good at taking care of people. Thank you for today.” He snuggled into Jungkook’s side, content with his confession.

“…..Just double checking, I am still a super-caring-and-amazing-pro doctor boyfriend, right?” “KOOK! Oh my god, shut up!” Yoongi hit him with the pillow, laughing behind his fake anger. “Just double checking, Yoons! Hey, ow!” Another hit from the pillow. “You’ve asked me so many times!” Another hit. “Ok, ow! That hit called for revenge!” Jungkook grabbed a pillow of his own. “Kookie, you wouldn’t hit an ill person would you? Jungkook!” Yoongi immediately went into defence, curling up under his blanket. “You asked for this, hyung!” Jungkook would feel guilty later. Now was the time for winning.

It was barely 30 seconds of playfighting before Yoongi was collapsing back onto Jungkook with exhaustion. A few more moments of silence went by, filled only with Yoongi’s heavy breathing.