00. wishful thinking

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this was getting out of hand.

at this point, his entire pay check would be spent in this coffee shop. but he didn't care, as long as he got to see him, at least for a few minutes.

he just wished the object of his affection wouldn't drink so much coffee.

he had been so immersed in his not so subtle stalking that when the slow, moody man started making his way toward him, it was too late to look away and pretend he had been spacing out. he thought with an internal wince that still staring at him was probably worse.

the man let out of a gust of air, lips pursing a little, as he set down a small paper bag on the table between them. "my name is yoongi," he drawled lazily, features set. taehyung blinked in surprise, staring at the man standing in front of him. yoongi rolled his eyes and turned around, walking through the exit.

yoongi.

his name was yoongi.

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