"He picked your music?" Seokjin laughed as he took a sip of his tea that evening. The smile on his lips showed pure amusement and there was an annoying twinkle in his brown eyes.
Yoongi sat at the opposite side of the small dinner table that was placed in the relatively small kitchen-slash-dining room. He stared at the table cloth, disinterest and discomfort written all over his facial features.
"Yes. Thankfully a super old one, so I don't think anyone really knows I even wrote it. But- Still. What if he finds out?" Yoongi grumbled and rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands.
"And if he does, so what? It's who you are, Yoongi. You're lying to the poor kid by not telling him in the first place." Seokjin sighed and shook his head, setting his mug on the table. "I seriously don't understand why it's so hard to just tell him."
Yoongi gave Seokjin a look, one that said 'are you kidding me?'
Because honestly it all made sense in Yoongi's mind.
Then again... Since when did Yoongi and Seokjin have similar thought processes.
"It's difficult to understand for you since you aren't in the spotlight 24/7." Yoongi muttered. "Do you have any idea how hard it is?"
"No. But you've told me about it." Seokjin sighed. "Still... he seems to like you for who you are, and part of who you are is Min Yoongi, Daegu famous pianist and composer."
"I know. I'll tell him soon, okay?" Yoongi replied softly, folding his arms over his chest. "He's dancing at the same show I'm playing at. So, he'll find out one way or another."
"I suggest he learns from you first." Seokjin raised an eyebrow as he stood and began to clear dishes from the table. "You like him, and the best thing you can do is earn his trust. You don't get that by lying about who you are."
Yoongi said nothing, letting the words sink in. Seokjin was right.
He stood up quietly and took his dishes to the kitchen sink, then went up to the room he was using for his temporary stay. Yoongi collapsed onto his bed and reached for his phone that he had left to charge on the night stand.
Park Jimin
So my parents want to meet you really bad. Want to stop by the cafe tonight?
Yoongi smiled a bit without realizing. He unplugged his charging cord and rolled onto his back, holding his phone above his face to reply.
Min Yoongi
Be there in 10!
He stared at the text he sent, dark eyes analyzing each typed letter. Was the exclamation mark too much? Did he seem too eager?
Well, what was done was done so fretting over it wouldn't do anything but waste time, and for once he didn't want to do that.
Yoongi rolled off his bed and pulled his converse sneakers on.
"Jin, I'm going out!" He called as he came down the stairs, pushing his phone into his back pocket and grabbing a spare house key just in case he came back late and Seokjin had accidentally locked him out again. That had happened one too many times for Yoongi's liking.
"Tell Jimin I say hi." Seokjin teased as Yoongi passed by, earning a grumbled 'goodbye.'
Jimin sat on the front counter, legs dangling over the edge and both hands gripping the edge as he stared at the door. The neon 'OPEN' sign was turned off and 'CLOSED' took it's place, a glowing red and yellow on the front window of the cafe.
His parents were finishing up the closing shift cleaning for him, granting him this one time off the hook considering he was expecting a friend.
"Jiminie!" A female voice called from the back. "Is your friend coming?"
Jimin looked over his shoulder. "He's on his way!" He called back, biting back a ridiculous smile. He was excited to see Yoongi again, even though he saw him earlier in the day.
As if on cue, the bell above the door chimed and Jimin's head shot up in its direction. There stood a smiling, slightly tired looking, blonde man that Jimin had seen that afternoon, this time without the obnoxious bucket hat and grandpa glasses. Instead Jimin could now see his tousled blonde locks and his dark brown eyes without looking through the lens of old glasses.
He looked nice.
"Yoongi!" Jimin greeted with a smile and hopped off the counter. "Mom, dad, he's here!"
Yoongi smiled awkwardly at the two that emerged from the back of the cafe and waved a hand. "Uh, hey. I'm-"
"Min Yoongi!" The dark haired woman beamed. "Jiminie told us all about you."
Yoongi had to hold back a chuckle as he looked at how flustered Jimin was at the nickname.
Jimin's father approached Yoongi with a critical gaze, eyeing him from head to toe. "Min Yoongi... Your name sounds quite familiar to me, and now that I see you for myself, so does your face." He murmured. "Have we met before?"
Yoongi's eyes widened slightly. "I don't believe so, sir."
Mr. Park squinted his eyes, contemplating his next words carefully. "Hm. Are you sure? Jimin mentioned you're from Daegu. I was just recently there to visit an old friend of mine and could have sworn I saw you somewhere."
Yoongi felt his blood begin to run cold, his heart speeding up as panic set in. "I am from Daegu, sir, perhaps we ran into each other at a shop." He smiled awkwardly, trying not to let his worry be too evident.
Mr. Park nodded slowly. "That may be it..." He hummed and stepped away from Yoongi, returning to his wife's side.
Jimin looked between them and raised an eyebrow. He grabbed Yoongi's hand, ignoring the intrigued gazes of his parents.
"Jiminie baby, could you go get some more caramel coffee flavoring before the stores close?" Mrs. Park asked in a sweet, soft voice that remind Yoongi of his own mother. Jimin frowned.
"Can't I get it tomorrow morning?"
"Yes, but what if we have a customer ordering coffee with caramel flavoring when we open and you haven't gotten it yet?" She put her hands on her hips, raising a delicate eyebrow. Jimin sighed heavily.
"Alright, fine. I'll be back in 20 minutes. Do you mind hanging around here until I get back?" Jimin asked Yoongi, biting his lower lip anxiously. Yoongi shook his head with a gentle smile.
"Not at all. I'll just get to know your parents better." He chuckled. Jimin smiled, relief washing over him.
He nodded and grabbed his jacket and wallet, bidding the three goodbye as he left for the store.
Mrs. Park went behind the counter to get the three of them some beverages while Yoongi sat at a table with Mr. Park.
"So." Mr. Park began, folding his hands together. "When are you going to tell my son who you really are, hm?"
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Fanfiction"So you like to play the piano, huh?" "I guess you could say that." - In which Min Yoongi is a famous pianist and composer, but he doesn't want the cute brunette boy he meets to know that.
