Yoongi pushes his glasses up his nose for what seems like the millionth time that night. He's in the middle of playing a Chopin piece and gulps the last bit of his coffee. He stops in the middle of a measure and curses to himself as he stares at the bottom of the paper cup.
That asshole Jimin had messed up his order and given him a fucking mocha. Yeah, it did his job to keep him awake and yeah, he (reluctantly) admits it tastes better than a macchiato, the rich chocolate and added milk contrasting from the bold caffeine, but the fucker had messed up his order nonetheless.
Yoongi winces. He knows that he has quite a temper and he knows he let it get out of control last night. But more importantly and more painfully, he knows he has to apologize.
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Read My Lips || Yoonmin || {COMPLETED}
FanfikceYoongi knows that not a whole lot of people appreciate his piano music. He doesn't expect a deaf boy to become his biggest fan.