ᴄʀᴜᴛᴄʜᴇs || ᴊ.ᴊᴋ + ᴋ.ᴛʜ ✔️

twenty-two: i'll wait for you

It was a Saturday afternoon, the weather, still a little chilly, but it was getting closer to spring now so many considered it tolerable. Even Yoongi, who quite disliked the cold and was not at all immune to it, felt comfortable enough to walk outside with only a light jacket over his clothes.

And Yoongi wasn't typically out of the house on Saturday afternoons. But recently, he had learned of a certain bakery not too far from his house owned by a man named Park Jonghee, or, more recognizably to him, Park Jimin's father. It wasn't that he knew Jimin's father, never met him, in fact, but Yoongi had heard the boy mention in one of their conversations that he oftentimes helped his father out in the bakery when it was needed, or simply when he wanted to earn some cash and there was work available for him to do.

So Yoongi was out of the house to take a chance. He hoped he'd run into sweet Jimin, and if not, perhaps he could meet the boy's father and there would be some upside to that. Make a good impression, or something. He didn't know. Or maybe the upside would simply be trying some delicious pastries or other baked goods from the bakery's wide selection.

This on his mind, Yoongi made his way to the bakery, referring every so often to the map on his phone because if he were honest with himself, Yoongi wasn't the best with directions.

Eventually, he made it there, and worked up an appetite for something sweet by the time he did, too.

Yoongi pushed open the bakery's door, triggering a quiet bell to sound.

Straightaway, from about twenty feet away he could see the orange-haired boy, standing behind the counter and smiling from ear to ear as he dealt with a customer who was pointing at something inside a display case.

He just watched him. Yoongi watched him do his job, speaking in bubbly tones and friendly words, courteous actions that further resonated his amiable nature. Jimin was a gem through and through.

Shimmering, his starry smile, starry eyes that disappeared behind pale skin when he laughed at something someone said. Delicate, his small hands that worked carefully handling his work, wrapping the goods the customers purchased, whilst still conversing with the customer so naturally.

Yoongi watched. In adoration, he watched the boy, and listened to his sweet voice as it greeted the bakery's owner who passed by at that moment, only to leave again soon after.

"You doing alright, Jimin?"

"Yeah, Dad, I'm good."

"Alright, well, just let me know if you need help at the counter, okay?"

"I will."

Eventually there came a point the watching had to stop. Well, the secretive part of it. The line of customers dispersed, as Jimin had finished dealing with each of them, and so now there was a clear view of Yoongi who had been standing by the door the whole time. And Jimin's eyes grew wide, evidently in genuine surprise that Yoongi was here right now, and that he appeared to have been staring at him for some time. How long, he didn't know the answer to that.

The answer was a while, of course.

As he had been spotted, Yoongi decided now was a good time to come forward, so approach the counter he did, a small smile upon his lips.

"Afternoon, Jimin."

"Y-..." The boy just blinked at first as Yoongi laughed. "I've never seen you come here before."

"That's 'cus I never heard of this place before," Yoongi began, "but then a certain someone brought up the name to me, and so I figured, why not give it a try? And what do you know, an angel works here."