NEVERMIND #yoonmin

*Three*

It's been two weeks since I've seen Yoongi hyung. He has not been to the Jungs' shop during my shifts and even though I'm glad he didn't come around to fit more slutty outfits, I'm kind of disappointed. I don't know why – we're definitely not friends.

Can you call someone you only met once an acquaintance or are they a nothing to you?

I'm not sure, but strangely I wouldn't mind knowing him better, calling him a friend even. I wonder what it would be like to have a friend like him, so detached and cold and away.

Even though I know nothing about him and he's stoic and a little intimidating, I find myself looking towards the entrance doors of the shop every few minutes.

I know it's stupid, but the pale boy intrigues me.

I lean forward on my elbows, thoughtlessly scanning the empty shop. My mind conjures Yoongi up again – his face when I offered him his burger. His small, feline eyes wide and dark, his head tilted a little bit, his pink chapped lips slowly opening.

He is beautiful.

I mentally slap myself. Really Jimin, he's a boy, for god's sake. That is so wrong! I shake my head, trying to clear my mind of his face. It doesn't do much, because instead images of Yoongi in the tight leather bondage outfit start to dance before my eyes.

Save me. I groan, hitting my head on the counter a few times. I really can't think of stuff like this during work – but who am I kidding, I've been thinking of Yoongi for the past two weeks.

I'm still trying to focus on my job when I hear a high-pitched girly voice from outside coming closer. The door swings open and I sit up straighter, checking whether my nametag isn't upside down.

'Hello! How can I...'

My voice trails off when I'm met with two furious catlike eyes. Yoongi stands before me, looking murderous. I just stare at him, confused as to why he looks like he's about to kill me.

The door opens again and a girl with long black hair and big dark eyes wobbles in on ridiculously high heels. 'Suga! How dare you?!' Her voice is really squeaky and whiny. Yoongi turns around to face her and scoffs: 'I'm sorry, Daehee, but I don't want to! Never, nope, no, not gonna happen.' The girl pouts, looking angry. 'But... Suga oppa...'

I frown while looking between the two. Suga? Is that his nickname? And oppa, what's that about? Is she his girlfriend?

Yoongi rolls his eyes, but the girl – Daehee – continues. 'I finally got the courage and you just turn me down! Do you know how many guys would kill to be in your place?!' Her voice raises even higher, accusing.

'For god's sake, I don't want to be your boyfriend or your fucktoy or whatever you want me to be!'

Daehee blinks, obviously not used to getting that answer. 'But... but why, oppa?' she asks, her voice whiny. She bats her eyelashes, trying to look cute in order to swing Yoongi.

Yoongi glances at me, still behind my counter, staring at the whole ordeal. Our eyes lock, mine wide and his dark. My breath hitches in my throat as he keeps looking at me, his gaze burning me alive. I feel like I've been caught with my hand in the cookie jar.

Suddenly he's in front of me, taking three long strides towards me. His hand creeps up the side of my neck, slowly slithering to the back of my head. I'm frozen, looking up at him. 'This is why, Daehee,' he growls, his voice so deep and husky that my legs suddenly turn to jelly.

His face comes close and I can see the little freckles on his nose and his eyelashes. His pink lips open slowly, his warm breath hitting my face. I still haven't moved a muscle.

His eyes drop down to my lips, his face suddenly a little strained. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, leaving them even more pink and glistening. I follow his tongue, watch it slip back into his mouth, hypnotized.

Yoongi watches me and when my eyes snap up to look into his eyes, he groans. Suddenly he's so close my eyes cross, so I close them. His lips are a millimeter away from mine and when he breathes his lips touch mine, light as a butterfly.

Suddenly his other hand grabs the back of my neck and yanks me forward, his lips crashing onto mine. I feel like I'm electrocuted, electricity burning me alive. His lips move on mine, harsh, almost desperate. I don't know what to do. I've never kissed anyone before and this is a boy – this is Min Yoongi – and oh god, his teeth catch my lower lip and pull hard on it and I don't know what this is, but I'm positive I'm about to evaporate. Suddenly it gets hard to breathe and Yoongi rips his lips away, his chest heaving.

'Please, Jimin,' he rasps, pulling my face close and planting his lips on mine again. 'Please kiss me back,' he mumbles against my lips and I oblige, copying his movements, entranced by this cold hyung with wonderfully soft lips. He grunts, his hands sliding up and down my back, restless. Suddenly his tongue runs slowly along my lower lip, and I squeak a little, surprised. He immediately does it again and I gasp. His warm tongue slips into my mouth, running along my teeth and licking every inch of my mouth. I've never felt anything like this before.

Yoongi pulls abruptly away from me when a door slams close. Daehee has left the shop, stomping off into the street. 'I like boys, Daehee!' Yoongi screams after her.

I stare at Yoongi, feeling weird and all over the place. He turns to me, his lips swollen and wet and his eyes become darker when he looks at me. 'God, Jiminie, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I don't know...' He tears his eyes away from me, taking a few steps back.

He turns around, ready to run after Daehee, but then he suddenly whirls back around, shaking his head violently.

'Actually, I do, it's you, Jimin, you're so beautiful and I...'

His cheeks flush and he doesn't end his sentence, but sprints out of the shop, leaving me behind with tingling lips, a red face and a head full of jumbled thoughts.

'T-thank you?'

He kissed me.

Oh god.

Min Yoongi kissed me!