Undercover [YOONMIN]

code 7

I told him the most basic information an acquaintance could ever come up with: favourite colours, books, bands and brands. I also came up with a new life story; this time round I was a barista working at a neighborhood coffee shop. It was a bit typical but he had a convinced look on his face- or at least I thought so. After the sudden change of behaviour during dinner, I can't be so sure.

Yoongi, though, had another way of introducing himself. He said he had an interest in poetry (Robert Frost's were his favourite), was fond of the colour white and has, as quoted, 'a strange undying love for symbols'.

"Symbols?" I asked, quirking my eyebrow and tilting my head to the side. "What kind of symbols?"

"Any kind of symbols, actually. Like poetry, I like how symbols have a hidden meaning behind them."

I bent forward and hummed in agreement. For a moment, I had nothing to say. My eyes travelled down from his eyes to his chin, then stopped at a small inked design at his wrist. It was a tattoo of a black butterfly, it's two upper wings bigger than the other, wide-open like it was in the midst of flying.

"Does that have a hidden meaning?" I nodded towards its direction. Yoongi caught my gaze and a certain serious expression took over his face.

"Butterflies are like poetry and symbols brought to life. They can be something so fragile and beautiful—something much more delicate than glass." He inspected it for a moment before covering it with his sleeve.

"They can be the things that flutter in you stomach, making you excited and exhilarated but there's always a con in everything." He paused for a moment, as if wondering if he should say whatever's in his head. He finally looked up, meeting my eyes.

"Have you heard of the butterfly effect?" he queered. I furrowed my eyebrows, shaking my head in confusion.

"It's a decision that you make that can change your fate. A matter between life and death. The thing is, you never know which choice triggers it. Imagine, you choose A instead of B and the next moment you're at the edge of a high rise with a gun pointed right at your skull."

I looked away almost immediately, chills running down my spine. I raised my hand from the ground and brushed off the goosebumps that were appearing at the back of my head. My heart skipped a beat when he scooted over to me.

"It's a bit scary but I know you'll get around"

I looked over to him, slightly scoffing. "What's with the sudden compliment?"

"It's more of a fact than anything. We humans always try our best to fight our way back up."

It was then that I realised he was that attractive. Forget about biceps and jawlines. His words— the way he strings them with his raspy voice and occasional lisp is intriguing. That's the thing about Min Yoongi. You never know what kind of deep shit he'll be blurting out the next second.

A sudden sigh was released and so I glanced at him, seeing his gaze fallen to the ground.

"Have you ever fallen in love?"

I bit my lip, not sure if he was asking a random question or hinting on anything. I shook my head before replying.

"I don't think so. Well, not within these two years."

"You're lucky," he breathed out. "I was in love once. He was a year younger than me. Chocolate brown eyes. Slight waves in his hair. The most beautiful smile and laugh. He was in the same class as me. Animal lover. A smart ass— got straight As for his end-year. A pretty decent son too.

"He vanished, one day. I searched for him for a year and four months. I contacted everybody in the school, asked around, sneaked into the teacher's office hoping to find some sort of information only to see his record being ripped off. I felt like I was going crazy, searching for someone who seemed to be slowly left at the far corner of people's minds. No one cared about him."