Kpop One Shots: BTS » Yoonmin

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Series: The Techie  (1 of 3)
Word count: 2475

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Min Yoongi is what I would call an eccentric character, at best.

Over the years of my knowing him, I have taken careful note of his strange mannerisms, odd habits and simple everyday curiosities that I find interesting, or even amusing.

Take, for instance, the fact that he never wears short sleeved shirts. Yes, I can count on one hand the number of occasions I have seen him wear a shirt with sleeves short. If I had the opportunity to look inside his closet, I wouldn't be suprised at all to see that most of his clothes are jackets and long sleeve shirts. Or perhaps more interesting is the fact that he can stay in bed and sleep like a baby and let an entire day pass without waking up a single time, and then wake up and be a complete terror. Or perhaps even more curious is his blunt personality. Never have I seen someone so direct and simple. Not just simple, but on most occasions, simpleminded too. 

None of these facts, however, undermine Yoongi's eternal kindness, suppressed from view in normal life, and embarrassed, but undeniable, crush on me. It was long debated whether he was just being mean or if he was trying to hide his obsession for me, but my friends and I finally came to the conclusion that he did in fact like me, and wasn't all that discreet about it either.

An example might be the best way to demonstrate his undying and awkward love for me:

I was working in the local electronics store, a tiny, unsuspecting place that tech junkies like Yoongi and his buddies frequented. It had been raining the entire day when the door squeaked open and in walked the group trudged in, completely soaked. Yoongi was grumbling, per usual, and the other boys weren't particularly bright and breezy either.

"Hey guys," I smiled from behind the computer. "Jin was just going to put the kettle on. Would you like some coffee?"

General approving remarks went around and I disappeared to notify Jin of the new company. When I returned, Yoongi was waiting by the glass top counter that was used as a display cabinet and cash register.

"Hey man, wassup?" I asked and sat myself down opposite him on the stool behind the counter. "Need anything in particular?"

"Yeah, I was wondering if, well, not just me but the others too, but anyway. We were wondering if you'd like to join our team on League. We've been short even since Joonie left for college and disowned us. So what do you say?" He asked, looking at me. My cheeks heated up and I averted my eyes.

"Let me think about it, 'kay?" I said, trying to suppress the excited squeals and shouts bursting to come out. Be accepted into Yoongi's league? To die for! They were a pro team, god dammit, and a good one too. Shit, they were even selected to go to the convention and compete for thousands of people to see! Their autographs must be worth millions! And for them to want to include a plebian like me, dammit, that was a compliment not even my mother could understand.

But being a pro team mean at least sixteen hours in front of a computer. That wasn't the problem, as I was already spending about that much time in front of a screen already, but playing an intense game and watching gameplays on YouTube are two completely different things.

Yoongi nodded. "It's a commitment, but please consider it." 

"I will."

Coffee was served, and we crouded into the lounging area. The rain had stopped, finally, but the sky still looked ominous. The boys left, and Jin and I cleared up. The moment they left the store and rounded the corner, I burst out into a happy song and dance, grinning from ear to ear. Jin stared at me.