Yoongi doesn't mean to make Jimin cry and his eyes grow wide. He bites the inside of his cheek hard to stop himself from talking until he tastes blood, warm and metallic. "Shit. Sorry. I didn't mean to upset you," he splutters. That causes Jimin to wail even more. Fuck.
On instinct, he brings his hand up to wipe the boy's tears and he's already pressing the pad of his thumb against Jimin's cheek when he realizes what he's doing. Shit. Yoongi retracts his hand quickly and stuffs it inside the pocket of his flannel shirt, hoping his blush doesn't show on his pale face.
"Sorry." Again. Not knowing what else to say after all this awkwardness, he slowly stands up and shuffles out of the booth. "Sorry for wasting your time." He's lost count of the amount of times he's apologized. God, why is he so incompetent?
He makes his way out of the shop without looking back, leaving Jimin with a trail of dried tears on his face and the two cups of coffee he paid for, no longer hot and steaming, on the table.
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Read My Lips || Yoonmin || {COMPLETED}
FanfictionYoongi knows that not a whole lot of people appreciate his piano music. He doesn't expect a deaf boy to become his biggest fan.
