Let Me Know [ m.y.g ]

36

"What are you doing here?" Yoongi's knuckles turned white from gripping so tightly on the pen he was holding.

He was caught in the middle of listing down how much cups were left unconsumed for the day, when he heard the chime at the door echo throughout the store.

His blood boiled at the sight of the undeniably cocky look on the man's face. He so badly held his free hand back from landing a punch on the man who stood before him.

"To get a cup of coffee before heading home, obviously." Jongin rolled his eyes.

"Let me rephrase that," Yoongi huffed, "What makes you think that you can show your face to me again?"
He glared at the man with absolute scorn.

After that confrontation back in Japan he thought he was done with this guy. Yet, here he was again being an asshat right before him.

Jongin grit his teeth as a wave of anger seeped through his veins, before dissipating into the breath he exhaled, "I'm here as a costumer, kid. One americano."

As much as Yoongi wanted to grab the closest steaming hot pot of coffee and splash it all over his stupid conceitedness, he really didn't want to lose his job tonight. So, he disdainfully tapped on the buttons of the register, making it clear that he did not appreciate his presence before turning to prepare his order.

The air was filled with awkwardness as the only sound reverberating against the walls of the café was the soft rumbling of the refrigerator and the humming of the brewer.

Jongin cleared his throat out loudly, obviously calling for Yoongi's attention as he spoke, "I'm guessing Serin hangs around here quite often now?"

Yoongi scoffed before humming in response, not having any reason to further waste his energy on someone that didn't deserve his time.

"Ah, I bet she does some painting in here." Jongin had an undeniably quaint smile at quick reminisce, "I remember those times we'd go out on coffee dates, and I'd watch her paint those exquisite works. She always had a predilection for coffee."

"Well, I guess those times are over. Aren't they?" Yoongi scoffed.

He took a lid and pressed it down on the cup before turning to Jongin who scowled at him, "You little son of a—"

"One americano." Yoongi smirked and placed the cup in front of him with a soft thud, basking in his victorious attempt on pissing him off.

Haerin came out from the backroom with boxes in her hands before stopping in her tracks, watching as the two glared at each other, "The heck's going on in here?"

Jongin took the steaming cup in his hand before turning to her with an egotistic smirk, "Nothing, sweetheart."

Haerin's cheeks flushed at the endearment before scrunching her eyebrows and mumbling a soft whatever.

"Sir, y-you got your drink, right? You can leave now since... Since we're about to close."

Jongin's chest puffed out in triumph when he saw the slight pink tint on her cheeks, sending a provocative wink at her before turning on his heels.

"—Oh, and by the way," Yoongi smirked as he followed him to the door, "Seems to me you really don't know her very well."

Jongin was out the door when he turned back to him and narrowed his eyes, trying to comprehend what he was saying, "What? Who?"

"Serin hates coffee. Maybe if you paid more attention to her, then you would've known that." Yoongi closed the door at his face before flipping the 'OPEN' signage to 'CLOSED'.

Usually, Yoongi hated the night shift since he had to stay back and clean up with the others, but the events of tonight—thinking of the little fun that he had—he thought that maybe taking the night shift wasn't so bad after all.

What was he doing back in Korea anyway?

After Yoongi had finished wiping the counter clean, the chimes echoed through the store once again, finally signaling the departure of the last costumer of the day.

He had been waiting for that lady to get up and leave for over thirty minutes so he could clean up her table and go home. Haerin had already left a couple minutes ago, leaving only him and Hyejin on shift.

Yoongi let out a tired sigh as he approached the table and picked up the empty cup, quickly tossing it in the bin, "Hyejin, we're going—"

He picked up the wrinkled napkin from the table and brought it closer as he read the words in red ink over and over

"I wonder what your pretty flower is doing tonight, Min Yoongi.
Shall I pay her a visit?"

"Hyejin, I-I have to go." He stuttered as the growing trepidation in his chest had his heart pounding and his palms sweating, "I-I really have to go."

Hyejin didn't even have time to say anything as he was already sprinting across the street, dodging the vehicles that angrily honked at him.

His eyes darted to every corner of his prospect, looking for the lady who left the café over the several faces of Seoul.

"F-Fuck," He cursed when he stumbled a little after some people shoved past him in irritation of his arms practically flailing around as he twisted and turned desperately.

Everything was so confusing, a quick blur as he was muddled into just pushing past others as he sprinted aimlessly around.

It felt like everything was so fast. Everything just slipping past him, and time was moving forward, while he was being left behind; and he felt so hopeless.

His fringe was pressed soaked against his forehead as he was suddenly pulled back into consciousness when he was dashing up the couple flights of stairs of his apartment and burst into his unit.

He quickly took out a duffel, filling it with whatever he could grab from his closet. Clothes, sweaters, underwear were all shoved into the bag and zipped up as he slumped on his bed.

He was trying to even out his breathing as he listened to the soft ring on his phone, but the pounding in his chest was much louder, agitating him even more.
Crash!

He perked up at the sound of footsteps running around from the other side of his bedroom door. The soft glow that seeped through the slit beneath it disappeared followed by complete silence.

The sound of nothingness filled the air along with his heavy breaths and the soft thumping of his feet against the floor.

"W-Who's there?!" he swung the door wide open.
His ears strained to listen to even the slightest sound.

"W-What do you want?!" His voice bounced off onto the walls of the room as stepped over the broken picture frame on the floor.

His fists were clenched, ready to throw a punch if he needed to.

He was answered by silence.

Nervousness started to brew from the pit of his stomach when he noticed that his front door was agape, light from the hallway being the only one spilling into the room.

His eyes skimmed through the dark for any movement when he heard a soft crunch below his sneaker.

Bending down slowly, he looked around to make sure it was clear before he picked it up.

The clock is ticking, Min Yoongi

Quickly flipping it over to reveal terrified eyes looking straight into him through the photograph.

"N-no, Serin!"