just one day || a jimin ff

Chapter Eighteen: Sonder Cafe Once Again

It was awkward.

You had nothing, literally nothing to talk about. You had questions and a lot of them. But you did not for the life of you, knew how to ask them. You didn't even know how to start the conversation, breaking the ice seemed like a faraway fantasy.

You had been walking for a few minutes and the only words that had been shared between the two of you had constituted him pointing out a squirrel to you. And if that didn't emphasize the dire need for a conversation started, then you didn't know what would.

For the ten minutes that you had been walking, you had exchanged seven very uncomfortable smiles that had unnervingly a lot of teeth, seen a squirrel, accidentally bumped into each other after which the two of you kept apologizing for a minute straight and a whole lot of uncomfortable silence. You couldn't help but relish in the nostalgic feeling that gripped you as you walked. You looked at him and felt a smile tug at your lips. 

Yoongi suddenly grabbed your hand as he turned towards the other side of the road. His grip tight, you crossed to the other side to immediately enter a small cafe. Something about the cafe seemed familiar, but you couldn't put a finger on it. You pushed the feeling back as you hurriedly started brainstorming for all the things that you could ask him.

"So, what do you wanna know?", he asked you, with an unexpected smile.

"How are you?" you asked genuinely, the question not a formality. Yoongi looked surprised for a split second before smiling again. 

"I've been good, thanks. Working with Namjoon and Hoseok has been miracle to be honest." he said. You assumed Hoseok was J-hope. "What about y--"

"When are you meeting Song-i?" you asked, abruptly, not being able to hold it any longer. You saw the same hesitation glint in his eyes. 

"It's not that I don't want to meet her. I do, but I haven't exactly been the best brother now, have I?" he laughed nervously, making you both uncomfortable. 

"It doesn't matter, Yoongi. She-" you felt your words die in your throat as you noticed two familiar figures settled at a table not far from yours.

 A black-haired guy with a drink in hand, scrolling through his phone, sitting on the same table as a blond-haired guy who was swirling his straw around in his drink, his figure lazily draped in his chair. You felt yourself stiffen involuntarily as your eyes fixed on the blond-haired figure, the previous night's memories coming to mind. 

"(Y/N)?" 

"Can we switch seats? Let's switch seats." you hurriedly said as you grabbed Yoongi and pulled him up. He protested a little, but let you pull him up and seat him in your place. You slided into his, a sigh of relief leaving your lungs as you did. Yoongi looked at you quizically. You waved him off. 

"So, what were you saying?"

"That I'm sure Song-i probably doesn't want to see me anymore?"

"Okay, continue." you said, before you let the words register. 

"Wait wait wait. Hold up." you said abruptly. The confused expression on Yoongi's face hadn't left since the exchanging of the seats. You ignored it, hoping he'd forget about it. 

"Look, you're her brother, Yoongi. Why wouldn't she wanna see you?" your voice was hyped, loud and incredulous. 

"But, (Y/N)--"

"There are no but's here. I know you left and that was a dick move. But you know Song-i, she'll forgive you. She loves you too much to not do that. Key words being she loves you." you finished, feeling better at the rising relief you noticed on Yoongi's face. 

"(Y/N)?" a very familiar voiced chimed behind you. Your head whipped around to look at the source of the very familiar voice, which was a very famiiar black-haired boy, who was very familiar in the way that he was Jungkook. Something about the tension in the air at their arrival made you realise that he had heard most of your words very clearly and out of context. 

Oh god. 

"Hey, Jungkook." your voice dragging out both words. You wanted to diffuse the tension and clear the confusion immediately. But before you could, god, or whichever higher entity does exist, thought that today was a fine day to make this handful of people to suffer.

"Yoongi?" Song-i's voice was head, her eyes wide and on the boy sitting right in front of you.