What never should've happened.

Coffee pt.2

You had made up your mind three times that you didn't want coffee, that you didn't need coffee, and three times your treacherous body had decided to yawn and close its eyes to further prove that you did need it.

The previous night had been spent tossing and turning in your bed while overthinking about the possibility of seeing Yoongi again. You didn't even know if it would happen, but your anxiety didn't understand that.

In the end, you got up at two in the morning, poured yourself a shot of straight whisky, and downed it before going back to bed. Yup, cowardly behavior. 

"You know, noona," Huang brought you out of your reverie, "your break was supposed to start fifteen minutes ago, if we don't hurry, I'm pretty sure your idol is going to think you stood him up."

You stood up and huffed, while picking up your access card and your phone, "you can't stand somebody up unless you made plans with them, Huang-ssi, and I didn't make plans with anyone. You're delusional."

The way you were trying to act as if you couldn't care less if Yoongi showed up or not was pathetic. Huang found it particularly funny, and the glint in his eyes proved it.

The both of you headed towards the little cafe - the silver cup, you now knew it was called - and about half a block away, you halted in your steps. "I just remembered I have a call with headquarters in ten minutes;" you said.

"No, you don't. That call is scheduled for the day after tomorrow, at 8 a.m., which means we'll have to come in early. I may not be your assistant, but I have access to your calendar, remember?" He said with a smirk as he moved his phone in front of your face, "You've got this, noona, and I'm right here. It's fine."

This man knew you too damn well. You just sighed and kept walking. Your hands were clammy with sweat, and your heart was going a million miles an hour before even knowing for certain that the person you were hoping to see was going to actually be there. 

You didn't dare look inside before entering, your eyes glued to the floor until the second you opened the door, and the bell chimed.

You froze. Not one, but two pairs of eyes looked up at you, one of them crinkling under the face mask, and you knew that it was due to the infamous gummy smile. 

Nothing could've prepared you for the other set of eyes. Kim Seokjin was staring at you from under the shade of a baseball cap while his pouty lips were wrapped around a straw. 

Yoongi stood up and walked towards you, more like took three steps, the space was that small. 

"Y/N-ssi," he gave a little bow, "it's good to see you again." He pulled off his mask, and you were glad to see that he was, in fact, smiling. 

Returning the bow and instinctively angling your body away from the door, you softly said hello, feeling uncomfortable under Jin's gaze. "I…yes, it's good to see you, Min Yoongi-ssi, please," you gestured towards his table, "Don't let me keep you. I didn't mean to interrupt."

Yoongi's eyes went wide, "Oh! No, no, you didn't interrupt anything, I came to you, didn't I?" He had a point. "Hyung, come here, there's someone you should meet."

Jin stood and practically strutted to where you were standing. The man walked like a lion stalking his prey. It was intimidating and mesmerizing, and you had certainly gone breathless. Worldwide handsome, indeed. He was ethereal and even more gorgeous than you could've imagined. 

Yoongi kept staring at you. He could feel a twinge of jealousy at the way you were staring at his hyung, but he had to remind himself that it was just the Seokjin effect. Just like the Jimin effect, no one was safe.