taehyung carefully placed the bow on the last gift, deep in thought. his brother has been acting weird since the day they found out namjoon was the one and only rap monster, and sometimes asked him if taehyung knew any other celebrities. he frowned. maybe jin just wanted celeb friends and that was why he kept pestering him. he looked at his handiwork, and then at the gift card next to the other presents. he felt his cheeks redden as he looked away from the gift card, crossing his arms. it had taken him a lot of courage to buy the damned thing, and now he couldn't even look at it.
how did he expect to give it to the coffee guy?
why did he even want to give him a christmas gift? they haven't talked the entire two weeks they've known of each other's existence. it would look so weird to just approach him with a gift. ah, he hated himself for not thinking things through. his phone pinged loudly, making him jump.
jooners: hey have any plans for new years?
jooners: im having a sort of party it's a very small kickback, nothing fancy and i wanted to invite you
taehyung hummed and replied, accepting the invitation and shrugging. maybe he could even bring jimin and chanyeol along, since they already knew him. but then he froze. namjoon was a celebrity, so could he even invite his friends? he doubted it was okay for even him to go.
namjoon smiled at hoseok as he received taehyung's message, showing hoseok the screen. "yes, i told you! he's coming!"
hoseok grinned. "yoongi's getting laid!" they high fived each other with chuckles. "finally! he's written three songs about him already! this needs to come to an end!"
and it did need to come to an end, yoongi decided, sipping his coffee and looking toward the front door, fidgeting with his pen. the tall blonde wasn't coming today, he realised bitterly, looking down at his legal pad. the page was blank, but the new disappointment fuelled his pen, and he began writing his fourth song. the lyrics were messy, all over the place, but they were raw. disappointment, yearning, loneliness, all coming together on a sheet of paper as yoongi emptied out his thoughts.
how foolish was he to be so infatuated with a stranger? how stupid was he to not even have the courage to approach him? regular customers could talk with regular customers, right?
he picked up his cup and frowned when he realised the cup against his lips was empty. it was time for him to go, he figured. that had been his second coffee, after all.
slowly, lazily, he began picking up his things, unable to shake the heavy disappointment. when had he become so infatuated over that stranger? he didn't even see him as a stranger anymore. he was what he decided to call his coffee prince, but he wasn't going to tell anyone.
anyone finds out and hip hop is dead.
he walked toward the door, portfolio in one hand, empty cup in the other. he was about to toss the cup into the bin when his phone slid out of his hoodie pocket. groaning, he tossed the cup in the trash, slowly bending down to pick up the cursed device. being so close to the ground made him want to lie down and forget about work and life and everything and everyone, but he managed to get himself back up pretty quickly.
unfortunately when he did, the top of his head hit something hard and he heard a pained hiss. the sudden impact had disoriented him and he blinked away the shiny points in his vision in order to properly apologise. "holy shit," he began, about to say how sorry he was, but his eyes made eye contact with wide, brown ones, framed by thick dark eyebrows and crowned with golden bangs thrown almost to his lids. he cleared his throat quickly and composed himself, trying to act cool and unfazed, even throwing a small cool smile at him.
he came off as rude and cocky, instead.
"whoops, didn't see you there, i guess," he threw at taehyung, smirking.
the younger looked away and stepped back a little, nodding before taking a deep breath. he tried to say something, anything, but the deep, grumbly voice that had so rudely dismissed him made him feel a turmoil of things, so he settled with a low, "fine", and turned away, exiting the cafe and heading to his car.
his heart was beating erratically, his face flushed as he slid into his seat, locked the doors, and started the engine. he had been so cold to him. it was ridiculous, though! he hadn't insulted him directly, hadn't said any bad words, but the slurry lazy words weighed down by the gravelly deepness of his voice stabbed at his chest deliciously. they made him feel disgust at his attraction toward the man, heartbreak for not realising that he probably wasn't emo, but just a big douche, embarrassment for freezing and then running out of the cafe, and strangely, disappointment after a bit of a realisation that the grumpy short guy who ended up just being an asshole probably didn't see taehyung as appealing in any way.
he realised with another stab at his heart that he didn't even know if the man was gay.
and then with even more pain, he realised his feelings for him hadn't changed at all.
the gift card in his pocket burned mercilessly.
yoongi stared curiously at the blonde man behind the wheel, frowning when he saw him fumble through his pockets, then reach into what yoongi assumed was the glove box, taking out a pair of pliers and absolutely deforming what appeared to be a credit card.
he was confused and concerned, but it wasn't in his nature to knock on people's car doors.
he was also a little shy to approach him after having hit his chin, but no one needed to know.
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plummet || taegi
Fanfictionhis voice was low and his syllables often slurred. his gaze was cold behind the black frames. his movements were anything but warm and welcoming. and yet he was falling for him with startling speed. ©autumn-serenity (formerly autumn-trees)
