Pet Me, Please? | p.jm

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Your friend's cafe had been busy the moment that you entered. The baristas were attending to each customer, assisting each other with the orders, brewing, and cooking. The place was packed with people, occupying every seat, couch, and table. Its classy like interior was still unparalleled to any cafe that you visited.

Despite the number of people that flooded the place, the baristas managed to keep up with the orders and assure that the service was good. As well as the quality of their drinks and food.

Despite the hunger that tugged on your stomach, you knew that you needed to see Hoseok and discuss things with him regarding your plans. You wanted to find another part-time job, training dogs wasn't consistent, you needed a part-time job that would be stable enough.

You made your way through the herds of people and approached Jisung, one of the baristas that you were somewhat close to.

"Jisung!" You called out, managing to earn his attention as he flashed you a smile. He probably knew what you were there for and pointed to the back part of the restaurant, where Hoseok's house was connected.

You thanked him and flashed him a grin before walking over to the said area. You figured that your friend would be grooming or something since a show would be nearing.

That is, if he had a dog to show.

You walked in, making sure to close the door as you were met with a hallway, connecting the restaurant to his residences. Your feet clicked against the marble floor before you reached the other side of the wall with another door.

It wasn't lock, so you let yourself in.

The entrance that you went through was located at the back door of the house, one wouldn't notice that the cafe and the house were actually connected, you had no idea how your friend made that work. The place was familiar to you, it had the same scent of coffee that they made in the cafe.

You navigated through the house while calling out Hoseok's nickname. It had been strangely quiet and it was beginning to bug you.

It was never quiet in Hobi's house.

"Hobi!" You called out while your eyes darted around the area, the only place that you didn't check was the bedroom. You normally wouldn't intrude but you were getting bothered by the strange silence.

You made your way up the flight of stairs before you came across the door that would lead to his room, your hand found themselves slowly inching towards the door knob. The moment that it was within reach, you twisted and pushed it open.

Your eyes nearly bulged from your face the moment that you saw two figures cuddled up in bed. One had brown hair, you immediately recognized as your friend, and the other had platinum blonde hair a few shades lighter than Jimin's.

Your gasp had caused one of the figures to stir and look at you with groggy eyes. Hobi's eyes widened in surprise upon seeing you.

"(Y/N)?" His voice had been hoarse as you clasped your mouth with both of your hands, the other figure stirred from under the blankets and yawned, there you noticed his bare chest.

"I'm sorry!" You whisper-shouted while trying your best to quickly but quietly shut the door.

You weren't sure what was going on in there, but you didn't want to assume things.

Maybe they were just sleeping? But you never thought that your friend swung that way.

You nearly shrieked when a hand found its way on your shoulder, causing you to flinch a bit and quickly turn back.

"Hobi?!" Your friend was thankfully dressed properly, in comparison to the male from earlier.

"(Y/N)! What brings you here?" He casually asks, acting as if you didn't see him in the room with a stranger.

"You never told me you were gay!" Your outburst had caused him to blink in surprise, "I mean, nothing wrong with that, but I kept hooking you up with the wrong people!" He only laughed nervously and scratched the back of his neck, you waited for an explanation.

"Well, about that, (Y/N)," he paused for awhile to turn back at the door, which was now shut closed. "Let's go somewhere else to talk about this."

"So that guy in there, was Suga?" You asked him for the nth time which caused him to sigh.

"Yes," He replied, "This is why I didn't plan on telling any of you, none of you would believe me."

"No, no, no!" You immediately cut him off, he stared at you curiously leaning a bit closer towards the table. "I believe you!" You added.

"Hoseok, where's my food?" Before the two of you could continue your conversation, the presence of the another individual had caused Hobi to spring up to his feet.

"Give me a second, Yoongi. I'll be done with it in a bit," Your friend gave you an apologetic room before rushing to the kitchen.

Was your friend being dominated by who was previously his dog?

The individual named Yoongi grabbed the chair across you causing you to look up at him the moment that the floor screeched noisily. He looked at you causing you to slightly shrink back.

"Aren't you going to apologize?"

"Huh?" You were taken aback by his words, the male lazily stared at you with his chin balanced on the palm of his hand. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"You woke me up."

You couldn't help but feel slightly intimidated by the unknown person, but you weren't going to let him intimidate you that much.

"I didn't wake you up," You sassed him. "It's also past twelve, don't you think that you're sleeping too much?" The glare coming from his eyes had caused you to shut up.

The blonde didn't look any taller than Hobi, Jimin even, but he held an aura that appeared to be scary. His blank expression only added to it but you tried your best to hide the anxiousness in your face.

"I can do whatever I want," He grumpily answered, before the two of you could continue with your banter, the sound of Hoseok's gentle footsteps had echoed throughout the small room.

Your friend set down a plate of fried eggs and rice in front of the blonde and coffee for the two of you, you muttered a thanks before watching the exchange.

"Yoongi, play nice," Hoseok scolded, maybe he wasn't that under after all.

The glare that Yoongi shot him had only caused him to shut up. You sighed before bringing the cup to your lips, you scolded yourself for not eating before coming here.

You had a strange feeling that you would be here for quite some time.

"You got all that in your head now, Jimin?" Jimin nodded with a wide smile on his face.

He was going to definitely follow his hyung's advice. If not now, tomorrow. Or the next day, but he definitely was going to do it.

The two were now done with their discussion and glued their eyes to the TV screen where a series of shows had been playing. Jin focused attentively, completely forgetting about the younger man's presence in the room.

Jimin had different thoughts running through his head.

Whether the techniques that Jin had taught him would actually work, he was too excited to actually think things through. He could only think of what reaction you would be having when he starts to apply the things that he was taught.

'Jin hyung did say to take things slow.' He motivated himself in attempts to get rid of the pressure. He would start with the basic things, like calling you by your name, then move on to the harder stuff later on.

The door creaking open had caused the two to jump from their seats and rush towards the door. There stood their two humans who both appeared to be tired from the day's work.

"Joonie!" Jin was the first to call out immediately latching on to his companion, starting to chatter about what had happened that day.

Jimin tried his best to puff his chest as he approached you, you were busy shuffling through your bag to notice him. He summoned the courage and thought of everything his hyung said earlier.

"(Y/N.)"