Coffee *Yoonmin* [complete]

Coffee 2: An unexpected encounter

"Let's go Jimin! I don't wanna be late!" Daniel called from the bottom of the stairs. I rushed down, sliding on one black shoe after another and followed him out the door. He handed me my coat as I realized it was cold outside and I slipped it on.

MIN YOONGI

Hobi and I arrived at the venue and stepped out of the taxi. I pushed my hair out of my face and followed him into the building. The man standing directly inside offered to take my coat, so I handed it to him and straightened out my shirt. The room was beautifully lit with chandeliers and golden decorations. It seemed more like an awards dinner or something than a book publishing event. There were tables set up with food and business cards and advertisements, and men and women dressed in black handing out champagne, which I gladly helped myself to. There had to alcohol involved if I was gonna get through this night.

Hobi looked around at everyone, trying to seem like he was tracking down potential business partners, but I knew damn well he was looking for a different kind of partner. I sipped my champagne after clinking glasses with Hoseok.

"See, you lazy koala, I woulda died of boredom if you weren't here." I scoffed and took another sip of fizzy alcohol. "Please, HOEseok. You didn't need me for the missions you're really trying to accomplish here." I looked over at him and he smiled deviously. I knew I was right.

A publisher came up to Hobi and began to converse with him and I stood there while my eyes roamed. Not knowing what else to do with my hands, I shoved one into my pocket and leaned against a tall table.

PARK JIMIN

I glanced around the room at all the well dressed men and women, talking about books and famous writers and mingling. Daniel pulled me along by my harness to get my attention.

"Hmm, yes daddy?" I said turning my attention to him. He slid his hand down my back and laid it over my ass. I could feel his hand through the leather.

"Baby boy, say hi to Namjoon," Daniel told me. His hand felt warm on my butt, but my face was beet red from embarrassment. I latched onto Daniel's waist, burying my face in his side.

"Hi, Namjoon-hyung," I mumbled. Namjoon smiled and lowered himself to meet my eyes.

"Hi Jimin-ssi." He replied to me in a soft voice, chuckling. He then stood up and said. "God, Daniel. He's so cute." I looked at his Namjoon's husband Jin standing behind him, looking down at the floor. Jin was tall with wide shoulders and plump lips. They were pouting though and his wide shoulders were slumped. I looked away from him, feeling responsible for his Husband's fondness if me. I was distracting Namjoon from Jin, but I had no idea how anyone could get distracted from Jin. He was absolutely beautiful.

I scoped out the room a few more times and was met with something unexpected. That lazy face I saw this morning was looking right at me. I impulsively pulled away from Daniel and stood up straight. Daniel broke conversation with Namjoon and looked down at me.

"Something wrong baby?" He asked me. I shook my head. "No daddy, my back just hurts." I lied. I looked back over at the man from this morning and he was still glancing over at me. A small smile crept onto his face and he waved. I raised my hand in a small wave before Daniel pulled me away by my harness again. I watched the smile drain from the barista's face as he watched. I instantly felt ashamed for whatever reason. I always felt the need to have to tell people that I wasn't a prostitute or anything.

MIN YOONGI

Those beautiful eyes looked back at me, so shy, so innocent. Before, he had been latched to a tall man in a suit, who I assumed was his boyfriend. I felt a little pang in my chest but ignored it. I gave him a wave and shockingly, he waved back to me. However, as soon as he waved, the man he was with pulled him along by the leather straps he was wearing across his chest. He stumbled and then followed the man and he was out of sight. The situation confused me a little, but I had some idea what was going on there.

Just then, Hoseok nudged me and said he was ready to go. He had gotten what he needed to get from the publishers and a phone number as well. I glanced back in Jimin's direction, like we would magically reappear, but he indeed was gone. I followed Hobi outside and we took a taxi back to my apartment. After about 5 solid seconds, we found ourselves sitting on my couch with junk food and the worst horror movie on the planet. My doggerinos snuggled in between us.

"Hey, so who was that guy you were staring at, hmmm." Hobi elbowed me. I looked away from the television, a popcorn kernel hanging out of my mouth.

"Eh? Oh," I smiled tenderly "his name is Jimin. I met him this morning at my shop." I told him. " Oooh, Are you crushing??" He asked me. I shrugged. "I'm not sure, but I am sure he has a man." I sighed. Hoseok sighed as well. "Damn, that sucks."

"I mean I get it though. He's absolutely beautiful. His skin is clear and soft. And he has these eyes that are so big you can see his entire soul." I chuckled. "And oh my god, don't get me started on his voice." I began to fake sob, holding myself in despair. Hobi chuckled "I've never seen you like this before. I must meet this mystery mochi." He said. I rolled my eyes and smiled to myself.

PARK JIMIN

Daniel and I sat in his Audi as he drove. He was strangely silent and I knew something was bothering him. I spoke up, which I was usually never so bold to do.

"Daddy. . . Is something wrong?" I asked him. Daniel scoffed, but he didn't answer my question, he just ask me one.

"Who was that man you were staring at?" He took his eye off the road for a brief few seconds to eye me skeptically. I inwardly sighed. 'Here we go' Daniel got jealous really easily but it was a strange contrast to how he carried himself.

"Oh, him? I don't even know his nam-" Daniel cut me off.

"I don't give a shit! You don't have to know his name to sleep with him!" Daniel raised his voice. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. I couldn't help but cry when Daniel yelled at me.

"Daddy, it's not like that. . ." I whispered, willing myself not to cry. "Then what is it like, you little slut? Hmm? I know you think about other men when I'm not around," He accused. I thought about other men while he was around too, but punished myself for it immediately. " daddy, let me explain please." A tear rolled down my cheek onto my blouse. Daniel was silent which meant I could talk further. " he was at the coffee shop this morning and he made your coffee. I was only staring because I was trying to recognize him." That was a lie. I was ogling the barista.

Daniel sighed. " Jimin, you'd better not test me! I'm not looking to share you with any man. . . EVER." He said sternly.

"Of course not daddy." Daniel wasn't really abusive physically, but I was still afraid of him. Of making him angry, of disappointing him. "I'm sorry."

I let a sob bubble out of my chest and clutched my seatbelt strap. Hopefully Daniel's too tired to "remind me who I belong to" when we get home. I'm really not in the mood. Daniel reached his hand over and massaged the back of my head. I leaned into his touch and sighed. "I'm sorry too, baby. I should trust you by now. How about we go to that coffee shop in the morning and I'll buy you anything you want." He said, eyes still in the road. I could hear the fervency in his voice and craved to feel it when we slept together, but his sexual touch was always void of any kind of fervent feeling.

" Okay daddy," I replied. We got home, and just as I suspected, Daniel told me to strip and he reminded me who I belonged to. As if I could ever forget. He wouldn't let me.