Pretty | Yoonmin (DISCONTINUED)

twenty one

Jin carefully lapped up the droplets of tea curling around the edges of his mug, a bit of the tension in his muscles melting away. His drawn shoulders relaxed slightly, and he glanced back up at Yoongi through his thick lashes.

Where did you take Namjoon on your date? Nom Noms? He asked once the man's attention was back on him.

Jin shook his head, his nose wrinkling in distaste. Yoongi snorted under his breath.

"No no. Absolutely not."

What happened? Last time I visited, you were doing just fine.

Jin scoffed, his breath rippling across the surface of his tea as he leaned in for another sip. "Excuse you, but my managing skills are amazing. It isn't my restaurant that's the problem. It's the dumbasses that have the audacity to call themselves my customers. Like I'd be caught dead serving their bitchass."

Yoongi raised a brow, folding his hands over his knees. A playful smirk played on his lips, and he swallowed the urge to tease the older for his uncensored language. But truthfully, he wasn't much better, and he'd mocked his friend enough for now. Rough week?

"You have no idea."

You know where my alcohol is.

Jin chuckled, running his fingertip along the rim of his cup. "Thanks."

And one of your waiters quit right?

"Yeah," He groaned in response, the depths of his distress etching themselves in harsh, darkened lines across the plains of his face. He suckled on his bottom lip thoughtfully. "I hired someone new. But he's never worked as a waiter before so it's been a bit stressful. He's good looking, which brings in more customers, but most people are so blinded by now hot he is that they don't realize what a weird fucking kid he is."

Yoongi hummed, a sound that came out in a purr, already half gone. So he takes after you then?

"I swear to god Yoongi..."

He smiled at the sight of Jin's exasperation. Sorry, go on. He apologized guiltlessly, feigning wide eyed innocence when the older scowled non-threateningly at his clear insincerity.

"I wanted to get away from there for a while," he continued through pursed lips. "We went somewhere else. A cafè called A Spoonful of Sugar. It's run by a man named Lee Taeyong, have you heard of him?"

When Yoongi shook his head, Jin's eyes squinted in disapproval-he knew that the reason behind this was Yoongi's reclusive nature-his features scrunching up the way they did when he was trying really hard not to impart some unneeded advice.

"He's really popular these days. I'm surprised you don't know, his Instagram is really famous because he's so good looking, and yet, he's sweet, empathetic, and sensitive. He has a few songs out. You should listen to them when you have the chance, he's pretty good."

Yoongi sucked in the sides of his cheeks until his mouth formed a duck like pout. They both knew there was an underlying message hidden in Jin's words, but neither chose to acknowledge it. Jin, because he knew that Yoongi wasn't ready to hear them yet, and Yoongi, because he'd denied himself of those possibilities, rejected the very thought of them, and bringing them up now, or even confirming their existence, would be too painful.

Jin moved on quickly, his light voice filling the air in floaty, awed tones before any tension could settle over their heads. "Anyway, we went to his cafè because Namjoon had heard that it was really good. And I swear, I had never seen a place so aesthetically pleasing, it was beautiful. Not to mention, all the workers were so fucking adorable, it was like something straight out of an anime. It was like a cartoon had come to life. And the food...god," Jin made a point of rolling his eyes back into his head. He breathed out a swooning sigh. "if I could, I would marry that raspberry danish, and have loads of mini raspberry danish children, and then eat them all."