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five.

Jimin's patience was slowly wearing thin; Yoongi did this cute thing where he made fun of Jimin constantly. If Jimin fumbled with something, Yoongi would be hovering there and say something like, "And Jimin demonstrates another amazing act of agility!" If they were both sitting around, not doing anything, Yoongi would fill the silence with suggestive sentences and even more dirty jokes. He was full of them, and it amazed Jimin in a way that made him want to throw Yoongi into the ocean. At seven, Jimin felt himself perk up.

"Yoongi!" He called. The boy appeared immediately; he had been doing God knows what in aisle four. "We're closing soon!"

"Thank God," Yoongi said dryly. "I can't stand the thought of going back to my cousin's humble abode, though. Why don't we go to Cafe Bliss for awhile?" Jimin put his face in his hands and groaned, which Yoongi seemed to interpret as a yes.

"Excellent! I've been wanting their muffins for awhile now. Kinda like how I've been wanting your d-"

"Yoongi."

"-delightful company," he said, switching his words midsentence at Jimin's tone.

"There you go," Jimin said at the same time Yoongi muttered dick under his breath. Jimin threw his hands up, as if inquiring to God what he had done to deserve this.

"Come on, Flower Boy, let's go." Yoongi all but dragged him out of the store, calling him a slowpoke and another name that certainly didn't help him lock the door faster. When he finally managed to complete the task, Yoongi huffed and actually dragged him, by the arm, across the road, Jimin protesting.

"We're gonna get hit by a car! I can hear one, oh my God the last thing I'll have touched before I die is Yoongi, I'm going to hell-"

"We made it across, you baby," Yoongi said. Jimin opened his eyes. "There's like no traffic, and I have no clue where that car you heard was, because the only noise was you screaming your head off."

"Oh."

"'Oh' is right, now come on! You can't get hit by anymore cars." They entered Cafe Bliss, Jimin's embarrassment still lingering. It seemed that wherever Yoongi was, embarrassment(on Jimin's part only) followed. The girl behind the counter stared at them, amusement evident in her face. She ran a hand across her ponytail, giving her gum a loud smack as they approached the counter.

"We'd like two hot chocolates with extra whipped cream," Yoongi said. Jimin poked him in the side.

"You jerk," he mumbled. "Maybe I didn't want that." The girl sighed loudly and Yoongi replied over the noise, "What do you want, then?" Jimin blushed and stuttered, "I-it's f-fine, actually."

"That's what I thought," Yoongi muttered. He said their order again, and the girl asked for his name, already turning around, fiddling with levers on the machines behind her. Yoongi gave her a name, but Jimin didn't catch it, already scoping out the busy cafe for a spot to sit.

"I can't take you anywhere," Yoongi sighed. Jimin just shrugged. They sat down at a small table near the window.

"That's what my dad used to say." The words were nonchalant but Jimin's hand clenched at the thought of his father. When the words were said in his voice, they were filled with a lot more malice than Yoongi's.

"So am I your daddy, now?"

"No! Oh my God, what is wrong with you?" Jimin exclaimed, taking a step away from the smirking boy as if he carried a rare disease. "Jesus Christ."

"That's me, your lord and savior-"

"Two hot chocolates for A Fine Piece of Ass and His Daddy," the girl read out, in a loud and bored voice. Jimin was just thinking that must be really embarrassing for whoever ordered that when he saw Yoongi's face.

"That'll be us," Yoongi said in a perfect deadpan. Jimin pushed his face in his hands and gave a muffled scream.

"You go get them, I am not responding to that!"

Yoongi just pushed a hand through his pale hair and shrugged, crossing the store to collect their orders like nothing had happened.

"Here you go princess," Yoongi said, and Jimin heard a cup slide across the table. His head lay on his arms upon the table, and he grumbled, "I hate you."

"I hate you too, now drink your hot chocolate for daddy."

Jimin contemplated dumping his hot chocolate on Yoongi's head, but settled for a glare. He took a sip, letting his eyes wander the cafe. Only a few tables were open; they had been lucky to get a nice one at the window. Through it, he could see across the street to his own store. The lights were off, and he realized that the Now Hiring sign was still in the window. He'd have to fix that.

"Why did you hire me?" Yoongi asked, as if following Jimin's train of thought. Jimin absentmindedly pushed his cup back and forth, shrugging.

"I don't know," he said. "I think I was so annoyed by you that I couldn't think straight." Yoongi huffed. "Not much has changed."

"That's how I operate- I charm them into a lovestruck state and make my move."

Jimin choked on his hot chocolate, the liquid burning his throat. "Hardly," he said through a cough.

"Just because you can't see properly-" Yoongi started, tone airy and superior.

"Just because you don't know how to be charming-"Jimin cut him off, assuming the same tone.

"Just because you're dumber than a sack of potatoes-"

"Just because you are a sack of potatoes-"

"Just because you're blind to real beauty-"

"Just because you're an idiot-"

"Just because your mom's an idiot-"

"Okay, Fiver, shut up. People are looking at us."

"It's not my fault I'm incredibly attractive," Yoongi said, pretending to flip his hair. His chair wobbled and crashed to the floor, taking him with it. Jimin burst out laughing and everyone who had been trying to ignore their bickering stared at them. Jimin was too busy gloating to be self-conscious, and Yoongi peeked up from the table, face red, and glared at Jimin.

"Help me, you asshole!"

"Nope," Jimin responded, leaning back and crossing his arms. Yoongi mouthed a bunch of swears at Jimin, which only made him laugh more. "It's what you deserve." Jimin didn't see the way Yoongi's face closed up and shut down as he stood up, dusting off his jeans and sat down with an injured air, like a cat licking at a wound. Jimin's laughter subsided into hiccuping giggles.

"Man, you should've seen yourself - you act like such a superior being all the time and you fell like a total fool." Jimin pretended to wipe at his eyes. Yoongi, however, did not look like he was enjoying the joke and reached over to knock down Jimin's hot chocolate. Jimin stared at the liquid in shock for a second as it spread across the table, then frantically grabbed at napkins to clean it up, laughter gone.

"What the hell, Yoongi-"

"It looks like you're done, let's go," Yoongi said shortly, standing up. His fingers closed on Jimin's wrist, and the gesture, while lacking the malice Jimin remembered, made him react before he could think. He hissed and shot upright, yanking his arm away roughly.

"Don't touch me," he snarled, self-preservation and old fear taking over. He remembered learning about the flight or fight reflex, and wondered if people ever did both. As he rushed out of the store before tears could fall, he hoped so; he didn't need another thing that set him apart from everyone else.

i hope this chap was good bc ive got a bunch of plans for later on so pls keep reading !! also, thanks for 30 reads even tho most of them are probably me rereading for mistakes lmao

my drafts are a mess of future plans and im honestly rly excited for this fic !!