[DISCONTINUED] Dear Min Yoongi 》YoonMin

《note no. 7》

Hey, guys. Sorry for not updating this book during June, or July. I have no excuses. Forgive me. Thanks for 75 reads :)
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"Hey Jimin! How are you feeling today, dude?" Jimin was asked as he neared the counter and smiled, "I'm fine, Tae."

Jimin placed his belonging on his usual table, sitting down afterwards. He sighed in content as his legs were tired from walking so much.

"So, I have 3 surprises for you, My Lord," Taehyung winked at Jimin and the latter laughed, "A note from thy pen pal," Taehyung put down a note, "Accompanied with beverage and pastry that thy pen pal hath paideth for," He continued as he put down a vanilla cupcake and a cup of Jimin's favourite; a caramel macchiato.

"Wait, did he really pay this for me?" Jimin questions, shocked. Taehyung narrows his eyes sassily, "Well bitch you know damn well I'd make you pay for those." He scoffs jokingly and shortly after, laughs, Jimin joining in with his laughter, "Unless it's your birthday or any special occasion."

Jimin hummed, "Yeah, I know. Now go back to work, or the NamJin couple are going to kick your ass." Jimin said, shoo-ing Taehyung away. The latter scoffs jokingly, "I'm not a dog, you know." Taehyung says and walks away.

Jimin chuckles, and focuses of his cupcake. He takes off the wrap around it and takes his first bite. Eating a cupcake from someone he's admired tastes better, at least to him. He drinks his caramel macchiato, which again, seems more delicious than it usually is, and lets a small piece of his cupcake soak in the macchiato. (Does anyone do things like this? I do.) He starts to munch on the cupcake again and swallows everything. He repeats the process again until his cupcake is no more and continues to drink his caramel macchiato.

He grabs the note and reads it carefully, admiring "Suga's" handwriting; how some letters are curved and how some of them look neat and some messy. Jimin finishes reading the note and immediately grabs a pastel pink sticky note in the shape of a star and a light blue pen.

「 I'm glad you don't feel sad anymore. And no problem. What kind of person would I be if I didn't try to cheer up a friend? I'm also glad that I'm the first person who has befriended you thinking you were cool, haha. Guess I'll see you next week, Mr. すが :) Oh and how old are you? Just curious. You don't have to answer if you don't want to ^^.

ー Chim 」

Jimin waved Taehyung over, satisfied with his note and ready to pay. Taehyung walked over to Jimin, but then a customer came in and he smiled apologetically at Jimin. Jimin mouthed to Taehyung; 'It's okay, Tae. Take care of them first.' And waved him off. He watched as Taehyung smiled at the customer (or customers, Jimin couldn't see, he could just see a pierced nose from where he was sitting and he could hear multiple voices behind the owner of the pierced nose) and pointed to a large booth right behind Jimin's table.

Suddenly, Jimin didn't feel so good anymore. You know that feeling where you feel in your gut that something bad was going to happen? That's exactly what Jimin had been feeling after he noticed the new customer's appearances.

They were upperclassmen in his university, who prayed on him mercilessly. Jimin's eyes widened as he exhaled shakily. He noticed them coming this way, but luckily, they were too busy talking with each other to notice him.

Thinking quickly, Jimin put his bag away from their sight, and pulled the hood of his hoodie on. He noticed some of them looking at him strangely, but they later shrugged and got back into talking with one another.

He saw Taehyung leading them to a table behind him, and he sighed in relief, seeing that they were two tables behind him and that Taehyung was coming back.

"Hey Jiminiー"

Jimin cut Taehyung off abruptly, "Shh, not so loud!"

Taehyung lifted an eyebrow in confusion, but didn't press into the matter, knowing that Jimin would lie or not answer him. He shrugged, "Alright."

Jimin sighed, "Thanks." Turning, Jimin went to grab his money when he felt a tug at the hood of his hoodie. Jimin felt his fear and anxiety pulse through his veins, the thought of his tormentors recognising him, making him freeze. His skin crawled as the hood no longer obscured his face and fell flat on his shoulders.