What never should've happened.

Realization

It was now your second week working full time at the Korean branch and you were on a roll. You had checked two of the big meetings off your to-do list, Huang providing the interpretation for the most complicated bits and you were on the right track with the marketing department.

You've been down to the cafe every day and every day, they gave you two cups of espresso. You were baffled. You also didn't see the guy in the baseball cap again, which disappointed you to no end, you were sure you knew him.

By the end of that week you had lost all hopes of seeing him again until Thursday morning, when you walked into the cafe, there he was. Sitting alone at the same table, nursing a half empty iced americano. Without really noticing you did it, you nodded your head at him, and he returned the gesture.

The boy at the counter beamed at you and gestured something that you had come to realize meant "the usual," and you proceeded to tap your card on the machine. You got your drinks and went to the toppings bar.

"Again? Doesn't he realize I always put all my coffee in one cup after he hands them to me? At this rate, I'll be responsible for half the paper cups that end up in the ocean, por Dios!" you muttered to yourself while shaking your head and emptying one cup into the other.

"The problem is with the way you're phrasing your order," you heard a deep voice say, right behind you. Instead of jumping because of the scare, you froze, you knew that voice, you knew everything about the owner of that voice.

How could you not have pieced it together? You felt so stupid!

"You keep asking for two espressos when you should be asking for a double espresso. It's a common mistake for non-native speakers."

He was so close that you could feel his body heat. You turned around, slowly, as to not lose your shit completely, coffee in one hand, lid on the other, and there he was, impossibly close to you.

Min Yoongi.

You tried to bow but couldn't, there wasn't enough space between you, so all it came out was an awkward movement and a frustrated sigh on your part. You couldn't find your voice, so he casually continued as if you were lifelong acquaintances.

Yoongi took both the cup and the lid from your hands with a chuckle and proceeded to close it. "I also believe that the reason why the flirty barista over there keeps giving you two coffees instead of one double, is because that warrants you spending a few extra minutes in the shop and he can stare at you for longer."

That comment made you snap your head towards said boy, and indeed, he was staring at you and the current interaction, but he had the decency to blush when you saw him.

"Gamsahabnida, Min Yoongi-ssi." The way your voice came out right then, no one would've believed you were a woman capable of commanding a whole team of men and who could scare anyone into doing what you needed. No, right then, your voice was so soft it was barely a sound. It was how you sounded when the asshole used to berate you.

He flashed his infamous gummy smile, and you swooned, this man was dangerous. "You're welcome. But I'm at a disadvantage, you know my name but I don't know yours. Don't you think that given that I just helped you save the oceans, I deserve to at least know your name?"

"Y/n," you said, "Y/LN, Y/N". This had to be a dream, it had to be, because there was no way in hell that the Min Yoongi was talking to you in such a, dare you think it?, flirty way.

With the hand that wasn't holding your coffee, he reached out for yours and shook it, gently. You were paralyzed, his hand was so soft, and still, you could feel the small calluses on his fingertips from playing the guitar. "Nice to meet you. Y/N-ssi. Here's your coffee, and I hope we can see each other again soon. Do you work around here?"

He let go of your hand and you immediately felt cold.

"Um, yes uh…about a block down. I work for Alistair holdings." Why did you sound like a scared fangirl? Sure, a member of fucking BTS was standing next to you, talking to you and had actually said he wanted to see you again, but that didn't mean you had to act like a fool. You cleared your throat and held your coffee with both hands, standing a little bit more straight.

"I was recently transferred here from the San Francisco headquarters, I'm the director of the logistics department." You felt a surge of pride at telling him this, you were not a silly girl, you were a strong, professional woman and a damn good one at that.

"Interesting," he said, as he adjusted his cap down to cover his eyes and he put on a mask that covered most of his face. That's when you noticed that the reason you hadn't really recognized him was because his hair was shorter than usual. You hadn't seen him wear it that short since right before he joined the military. In your mind, he still had the long locks that looked luscious enough to kill. "I need to head back to the studio and it so happens that your office is on my way. Would it be okay if I walked with you?"

"Sure," on second thought you added, "but won't that cause you trouble? I didn't see any paparazzi or anything like it on my way here, but then again I wasn't really looking." You took a few steps towards the door and he followed.

"As far as everyone knows, I'm in Japan right now. A pretty diversion to keep people away while I focus on work. It's…complicated." You frowned but nodded. He didn't know you and didn't owe you any explanation.

"So, miss Y/N," you rolled your eyes which didn't go unnoticed by Yoongi, "I cannot figure out where you're from. You speak perfect English, but there's a slight accent there that I can't pinpoint. And then, you uttered two Spanish words perfectly. It makes one curious."

You gave him a smile and with bravado said, "please, Mr. Min, don't address me as Miss…it makes me uncomfortable. I know you don't like to be informal with people you don't know, but I am your senior, noona would suit me better," his eyes went wide and you wanted to shoot yourself in the foot. Why did you have to say that? Deciding to ignore it, you continued. "I've been living in the U.S. for twelve years and I'm a citizen now. I did my masters there and got offered a job. I'm originally from a small country in Latin America that you probably haven't even heard of, but it's home."

You were now closing in on the door to your office, "Noona, hu?" He seemed to be caught on that, "you don't look older than me…but okay, I'll drop the miss." You stopped on your tracks and he did too, you bowed, "this is my stop. I can't even begin to tell you how wonderful this past ten minutes have been, but I have to go, my break will end soon;" there was no way the disappointment in your voice had escaped him, but such was life, "it's been an honor meeting you, Min Yoongi-ssi." You bowed at a ninety degree angle.

He was astonished, "No, no, please no! Don't bow like that," but you had to, he was better than you in every possible way. "Do you usually take your break at the same time every day? Just so that we can increase the chances of seeing each other again."

The heat that rushed to your cheeks was embarrassing. "I do, in fact, I cut it too close to lunch. But I don't really eat breakfast and by eleven I'm in dire need of caffeine." You couldn't stay there anymore, you were blurting out nonsense, "Thank you for your help. Have a nice day."

With that, you gave another bow, turned on your heels and went through the doors before he could even utter another word. Once inside, Huang was waiting for you with arms crossed, watching you intently. He raised a brow at you, "who's that?" He said as he took his coffee from you. "Min Yoongi," you said dryly.

"What!?" His eyes jumped back to look at Yoongi, who was still standing there, watching you with Huang, an unreadable expression on what could be seen of his eyes. "Shut up, come on, walk, let's head back up."

You didn't turn to see if Yoongi was still there.

What the hell just happened?