Coffee and Violets ~ Yoongi x Reader

Chapter Nine - Love Letter

It had been a few weeks since your misunderstanding with Yoongi. Every day since, he had come in to get coffee from you. Once in the morning, again in the afternoon, every now and then he'd even order in the evenings. Sometimes he'd come in without ordering, just to talk to you.

You two had gotten closer. You joked together, told stories, and overall became good friends. But every time you heard the jingle of the bell at the door, you hoped it was him. Every time it was him, your heart skipped two beats. Every night when you got home and thought about your conversations from the day, you'd never forget to write them down in your diary. 

Things were going well. 

But no matter how close you got, you still couldn't bring yourself to tell him how you felt. A fear that maybe you'd read the signals wrong and he'd reject you. 

Even though it meant hiding your feelings, you were still so happy to be friends. You enjoyed conversations with him more than anyone else, always leaving them with a full heart. He felt warm, comfortable. You could be yourself around him. Sometimes he'd give you advice for your writing, and you'd proofread his lyrics. It was an unspoken agreement to keep dreaming, together. 

Slowly however, your mind was starting to change. You loved being friends with him, but the touch of his fingertips against yours as you passed him his morning coffee was enough to change your mind. It made your thoughts wander to what it was like to hold his hand. His warm and comforting touch sending sensations across your skin. 

So you'd created a plan. Being the writer that you are, what better way to confess than writing a letter? The whole walk home (actually all day) you'd been planning it out. What you wanted to write, which color pens to write with, everything. It was the first thing you did when you got home, getting out the good stationary. 

In the light of your lamp, you tapped the pink pen against your desk. What should I say? I don't want to write the wrong thing.. You looked out your window at the bright shine of the moon. Somewhere in the stars, you heard an answer: Speak from your heart.

Dear Yoongi,

It's been so much fun getting to know you! I love our daily conversations while you order your coffee. You always bring a smile to my face. You're my best friend. But, recently I've wanted that to change. Honestly, since I've met you I've had a weird fascination with you. I like you, Yoongi. I wanted to tell you that. My crush on you has just gotten worse the more I get to know you, and I need to tell you how I feel. 

I'm in love with you, Min Yoongi.

Sincerely, 

Y/N 

Folding the paper in your hands, you slide it into the crisp envelope. Was this a good idea? What if he doesn't like it? Maybe he'll think you're a creep. Maybe he'll think the same of you as he does of Minsoo. Despite all that, you were ready. You had to tell him how you felt, even if this later would change everything forever. Knowing Yoongi though, he'd be nice about rejecting you. 

You left the letter placed neatly in the center of your desk, to be brought with you tomorrow morning. 

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You got up that morning with a bright, happy energy. You decided to put on some makeup this morning, feeling excited and wanting to look as nice as you could. Looking through your closet, you went with a soft, pink dress instead of your usual jeans and sweatshirt.

Grabbing your bag, you were sure to place the letter safely inside a pocket of your purse.

The sun was clear and bright this morning. Your walk to work was pleasant. The cobblestones lining the sidewalk seemed to match up perfectly together, like little stone soulmates. the leaves rustled in the light breeze, birds chirping and flying so gracefully, it seemed as if they were floating. Everything was beautiful. And today, you felt, would be a great day.

You unlocked the door to your cafe. Checking the clock, you found yourself to be earlier than usual. You used the extra time to wipe down the tables and tuck in the chairs. Everything was visibly perfect.

Settling down at a table near the window, you drank your warm latte before the shop opened. The scent of cinnamon and nutmeg filled the air. For someone who was about to confess to her crush, you were surprisingly calm. 

The morning rush came soon after you opened, and you were quickly making orders. The busy atmosphere was smooth with your newfound energy.

And once the last of the crowds cleared, the bell rang again. It was him.

The light from outside lit his frame so beautifully, a halo almost visible. His smile was sweet, like always. He was dressed in a light yellow sweater. You grinned widely at him, this was it! 

"Hey Y/N," he greeted.

"Hello! The usual?"

He nodded. You walked over to the machines, carefully grinding the coffee beans to a fine powder. You took the mixture and began taking it to another machine. The whole thing was done with ease, a sign of your own expertise. 

As you'd finished up and went to grab a lid for it, your hand slipped and spilled the drink. All over the letter you had carelessly set in the open. Why does this always happen whenever he's around? 

"Shoot! Y/N, are you okay?" He ran over behind the counter to where you stood. 

"y-yeah. It's fine"

"What was this?" He admired the letter that was now soaked, "It's very pretty"

"Oh, nothing. It's okay" You slowly picked up the soggy envelope and walked it over to the trash can.

"It looked like it was something important" 

You sighed, "Well, it's okay. I'll just have to make a new one"

"Do you need help? I can help you!" He beamed.

"No! No, it's uh, it's okay. Don't worry about it" You waved your hands in disagreement. Can you imagine? Him helping me write a love letter, FOR HIM?!

"Okay, well if you ever do need help," He gently engulfed your hands in his, "I'm here for you, Y/N."

You stared up at him, his soft gaze meeting yours. Wow, how you could get lost in those eyes. 

"I-I uh," You muttered, "I'm sorry about your coffee"

"Don't worry about that! I don't mind. In fact..." He trailed off, grabbing a towel to clean up the spill, "Can you teach me how to make one?"

"Why, so you can start up a rival cafe?" You joked.

"No! I would never," He laughed, "so I can spend time with you" 

You smiled. After the two of you cleaned up the spill, you began to teach him the ropes of making coffee. It was just the two of you in your quiet corner of the cafe. And even though your attempt at confessing had been ruined, you still felt just as happy as you did this morning. Yoongi could never fail at making you smile. There would be another time, another letter, but in this moment, it was just the two of you. And he was all you could ever need.