Enchanted | Min Yoongi

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She looked up at him, her eyes devoid of any signs of recognition.

"Yes?"

Yoongi was suddenly at a loss of words. He had not planned what he'd say to her.

He stuttered behind his mask.

"Umm...Hi! Goodmorning...? I'm..fan..?"

Tongue technology down the drain.

Seeing her dressed so differently than last week, and that too, akin to his, ahem, ideal type, Yoongi couldn't help but feel flustered.

He saw her as she deciphered his words with a combination of uneasiness and amusement.

"I'm..your fan? Met you last week at your concert. Ah.. infires93?"

The little amusement and politeness that graced her features left.

He saw her eyes widen, nonplussed by the situation, her hands raise slightly and then drop loosely to her lap.

Eunbyeol then stood up, knocking over the menu card in the process

Yoongi's insides were squirming as they held each other's eyes.