Yoongi looked around the empty convenience store, a sigh escaping his lips.
It was now 11PM, so there was only an hour left of his shift, but he was already sick of sitting behind that counter with nothing to do.
After spending an awful a lot of time staring at the door, which never opened- he decided to take out his phone. He placed the phone down on the counter and started watching an anime he was in the middle of.
He was so immersed in the show that he completely missed the blonde boy who had entered the store and was now looking around, trying to find himself some ramen.
"Excuse me?" He spoke politely, trying to get the cashier's attention.
The dark haired boy didn't react in any way so Jimin quickly approached the counter, a little frustrated that the cashier was so focused on his phone that he ignored the only customer in the store.
"Excuse me." Jimin repeated, now placing his hand on the cashier's shoulder.
"Don't!" The dark haired boy yelled, jumping up from his spot.
He looked up at Jimin, his eyes full of different emotions.
"I'm sorry." Jimin apologized gently, immediately realizing his mistake. "I'm sorry I startled you."
"O-oh it's okay." Yoongi stuttered, suddenly regretting his rude reaction.
The young man in front of him was absolutely breathtaking.
They shared an awkward moment, just staring at eachother.
"I was gonna ask, ummm... Where's the ramen?" Jimin finally spoke after what seemed like forever.
"Mhm." Yoongi hummed, quickly skipping to the other side of the store. "Here."
Jimin followed him and started to look trough all of the choices while Yoongi went back and sat down behind the counter, cursing under his breath.
"Are you going to eat that here or take it home with you?" He asked as he saw Jimin approaching with an instant ramen cup in his hands.
"Eat here, thanks."
"I'll boil some water."
Jimin shamelessly stared at Yoongi the whole time while he waited, and when the dark haired boy handed the steaming hot ramen to him, he thanked quietly and left to sit outside the convenience store.
The clock hit 12AM and one of Yoongi's coworker's- Namjoon came in, taking the nightshift.
"Go get some rest." Namjoon spoke.
"I will." Yoongi waved at him and walked out of the door.
To his suprise, Jimin was still sitting outside, the ramen untouched in front of him.
"Aren't you going to eat that at all?" Yoongi chuckled, taking a seat on the chair across from him.
Jimin seemed to come out of his thoughts quickly. "Oh, yeah I am. I kind of got distracted."
Yoongi nodded awkwardly. He wasn't good at this stuff. He rarely found someone so attractive that he actually wanted to talk with them. Rarely wasn't the right word for it. This was actually the first time that had ever happened.
"I'm Jimin. Park Jimin." The blonde one introduced himself, bowing slightly to show some respect after the scene inside.
"Min Yoongi."
They smiled at eachother, Yoongi a little more shy than Jimin.
"I'm sorry I yelled at you like that earlier." He apologized.
"It's okay." Jimin smiled.
He had been thinking about it ever since coming outside. The word Yoongi had said was different from what a normal startled person would say. Usually people would curse or say "ohmygod" but he had said "don't", obviously he was telling Jimin not to do something.
Jimin was once again staring at Yoongi shamelessly, but this time the dark haired boy noticed it and he started to feel uncomfortable.
"What were you thinking about?" Yoongi asked, trying to distract himself and the other one.
"Nothing, really."
"You were really immersed in something just now."
Jimin just smiled.
"Okay then Jimin, you should really eat that ramen before it gets soggy." Yoongi chuckled.
He stood up and waved at the blonde boy. "I'll see you around."
Jimin watched him walk away, the smile still evident on his lips. Yoongi had somehow managed to catch his attention and soon Jimin found himself thinking about the dark haired boy nonstop.

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Don't ~ Yoonmin
Fanfic"Don't!" That word was the first one ever spoken between Park Jimin and Min Yoongi. ~ In which Yoongi hates being touched, but someone comes along and suddenly he craves for those hands to touch him more and more.