bts yoongi x reader warnings : swearing desc : where yoongi meets someone special through some obsessive fans
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yoongi sped up as he stuffed his hands inside his jacket pockets. bombs of anxiety were going off in his chest as he kept his head down. this was definitely one of the nights when he wished he could just turn invisible. but unfortunately, here he was completely visible and alone, being followed by a small group of fans.
he adjusted his hat to try and cover his face a bit more, though he knew it was really no use. the fans were only a couple yards away while continuing to follow him, but he could hear them giggling and cooing at the way he walked, which he found odd as he wasn't walking in any particular way.
"i am literally just existing, could you please fuck off," he muttered under his breath. he clenched his hands into tight fists inside his pockets. his throat closed up a bit as tears started to build up at his eyelids.
about a block away, he saw a small coffee shop with it's lights still on. he hoped with all of his being that the store was still open at the late hour and would allow him to slip inside for a bit.
after speeding up a bit, he finally got into the small shop. he was about to go hide in a corner when the shop's owner looked up from the counter he was currently wiping down. the male looked around yoongi's age, a little shorter in height.
"oh sorry, i was just closing up.." he said apologetically. yoongi felt like he could cry at any second now.
"um.. sorry, do you mind if i-.." he stopped, trying to keep his breathing steady. the owner looked at him in worry while yoongi searched for the right words to say. how was he supposed to ask for help without outing himself as an idol?
"woah, are you okay?" the owner dropped his cleaning cloth and stepped closer to yoongi's unsteady form. the latter tried to nod, but it wasn't very easy to decipher with his staggered breathing and his head constantly turning to the door to check for the fans.
"some people are following me.. is it alright if i hide here for a little while?" he finally asked. he felt a little humiliated, but staying in the coffee shop was better than being outside.
"oh.. i mean, sure. do you need me to call the police or something?"
yoongi quickly shook his head.
"no no, nothing like that.. they're just-" the idol sighed, rubbing his temples, "they're my fans."
the other furrowed his brows, confused. he decided to simply go along with it and help yoongi out since he seemed a bit ill.
