Bite me if you can || Yoonmin

Chapter 41

Authors P.O.V
To say yoongi was nervous was an understatement, his heart was practically ripping out of his chest, his hands were so sweaty that the ends of his white t-shirt he was gripping had practically gone see through and let's not add the fact he felt like he hadn't breathed once in like last two minutes.

The elder found himself walking back and forth, every now and then glancing at the door of the cafe; he remembered very vividly as a smile crept across his face of the first time they'd met. How he wished he could relive that moment once more, watching the small boy awkwardly squirm around him, the larger than life smile he had whenever he managed to glance at him.

Yoongi shuddered a little as a cool breeze swept across his cheeks, slightly regretting the fact he'd picked his broken coat instead of his new one he'd stupidly left in the shopping bag on the sofa; oh how he wished he could zip up his coat. But could you blame him really? He was far to nervous and excited to even think straight never mind manage to process that he'd bought a new coat, in fact, he found him self double checking he'd even brought his wallet.

Thank god he did.

Jimin on the other hand had actually been nearly twenty minutes early, so instead of standing outside the cafe like the elder was currently doing he opted to stand in the bus shelter across the road. He was thankful yoongi hadn't noticed him as he caught site of the dark sprout of hair that bounced in front of his eyesight several minutes ago. Jimin mentally deadpanned as he found himself scurrying to the closes tree only to hide his small frame behind it, watching as the older paced back and forth, his eyes dancing around like a mad man; thank god he wasn't the only nervous one.

Jimin smiled softly as he scanned across yoongis body from a fair, his black coat flapping around his body made him look that little bit smaller, his white t-shirt hanging down to his knees practically while two chains swayed dominantly against his black jeans followed by dark green docs; he'd never seen them before.

'Come on jimin, move your legs'

Yoongi P.O.V
My breathing hitched as my hands clenched even tighter to the fabric of my top, my eyes widening a little as my jaw slacked at the sight of Jimin a few meters away; My heart was beating in my ears like a drum as I let my eyes trail across his body.

His hair was no longer brown, gray locks replacing them with a slight tint of baby pink as they danced around his head, his eyes were big and bright, a pink tint dusting his cheeks while his lips were as red as rose. I found myself gulping visibly, his dark green coat tightly hugging his body, a visible white shirt tucked neatly into his ripped skinny jeans and the black docs that matched him perfectly; everything only tempting me more and more into his drug like being.

Fuck

I found myself closing my eyes momentarily, my whole body going into over drive as I tried to calm every single panicked thought that ran through my head; that and the fact my fangs began to show just from the look of him.

Then there was silence, an awkward yet some what relieved silence that consumed us. It was like the world came to a complete halt as our eyes met, our bodies inches away from each other as we just stared; oblivious to our surroundings. I wanted to speak, to say something, usually I was good at this, getting myself out of awkward situations but for the first time in my life I couldn't bring myself to say a single word as I watched jimins eyes flicker between mine and the path under us, his small hands pulling lightly at his sleeves.

"Y-Yoongi"

I found myself nodding, an unaware smile plastered across my face as I took a step forward, my hands eagerly wanting to touching him, anything and with that in mind I found myself locker my fingers with his. An odd feeling running up my spine and through my stomach as I tugged on his hand, guiding him before the awkwardness continued: I was going crazy.

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"W-haaaaaa"

Jimins small soft hand squeezed mine a little tighter, his head lulling back as his mumble filled my ears. A content sign left my lips as let the door of the cafe close behind me, the heat instantly causing me to shudder.

I couldn't help but relax as the warmth and the smell of coffee that filled my nose, the homely styled cafe seeming more like a cabin as I slowly guided Jimin through the building while his head flicked around the room in excitement. I know to most people the idea of me taking him to a cafe seemed pointless, especially since he worked in one, but this, this was different, I'd never shown anyone this place, not even namjoon; my second home away from home.

Jimin P.O.V
We didn't really talk at all the whole way there, my eyes glued to our hands, watching them lock together like a jigsaw piece, the warmth of his skin filling my entire body.

Since last night everything seemed a blur, I had managed to panic myself into losing track of time to the point where it hadn't even registered in my head that yoongi had asked me on a date, that I'd turned up or that we were currently walking somewhere that I had no idea about.

The words mumbled out my mouth without thinking as yoongis small framed pushed open the little black wooden door. I wasn't really sure where we were or for how long we'd even been walking but the second my body was met with the warmth of the building and the smell of coffee that penetrated my nose I couldn't seem to close my mouth.

The floor was a dark wood colour, the walls a lighter shade, there was child like pictures darted around the walls, bookshelves in every corner, a huge open fire; the flames dancing of the glass chandler that huge above us. My eyes widened as yoongi guided my body around tables and chairs, my eyes flickering all around the dimly lit room as I smiled in awe at the cafe, it reminded me of a cabin you'd see in those romantic movies I'd spend hours watching; something I only dreamed about being taken to.

Suddenly my body stopped, my chest colliding with yoongis back hard enough to make him jolt forward. Our fingers were still locked as my eyes scanned across his Broad shoulders, the small strands of hair at the back of his head slightly damp from sweat while a bright tint of red crawled up his neck.

If my heart wasn't racing uncontrollably before it defiantly was now, the grip yoongi had of my hand tightening a little as he moved to the side revealing where we would be sitting.

This is beautiful.