• Jimin •
"That sweater is really cute on you."
Yoongi's face flushes bright red and he steps aside, letting me walk past him into the apartment. I flash him a smile, holding up the drink carrier.
"Coffee and scones! Jamie made the scones this morning, she goes on random baking spurts and I end up with all the leftover food. She's why I can't lose weight," I grin brightly, making my way into the living room, spreading out the coffee and baked goods on the floor in front of the sofa, sitting down cross-legged on the carpet.
"You don't need to lose weight," Yoongi murmurs, almost to himself, and I catch it, my grin growing wider at how sweet he is, and as he sits on the floor across from me I hold out his coffee.
"I didn't know what you'd want, so I just got us both caramel macchiatos. I forgot about that time you ordered an Americano when we went to the cafe down the street until after I ordered. I hope you're okay with sweet coffee, if not I'll go get one that's not sweet."
Yoongi shakes his head, a soft smile on his lips. "Caramel macchiatos are all right."
"They're my favorite." I smile at him, taking a sip of my coffee, and his ears redden slightly under my gaze. I clear my throat, reaching for a scone, brushing my bangs out of my eyes. "So, Hoseok and Taehyung fought for the first time in, like, ever."
Yoongi nods, taking a small bite of the pastry in his hand, chewing slowly and carefully before he speaks again. "Hoseok was broken-hearted."
I smile at the way his eyebrows knit out of concern for his best friend, nodding. "Taehyung felt so badly. He was telling me how much he loves Hoseok, and it's seriously so sweet."
Yoongi nods, a small smile creeping onto his lips, and I hold his gaze, my smile growing at the soft curve of his lips. "The two of them together are so cute, I can't handle it."
Yoongi takes another bite of the scone in his hand, looking away as he nods in response, and I watch the crumbs clinging to his lips, my mind returning to the sugar that so similarly tempted me yesterday. "Yoongs?"
He glances at me again, tilting his head quizzically, and I give him a smile, my stomach twisting nervously. "You want to go out for dinner after we get off work tonight?"
Yoongi blinks, his bangs falling into his eyes, and he looks down into his lap, a soft link creeping over his ears, onto his cheeks. "Dinner?"
I smile at his soft voice, nodding. "I know it'll be, like, two a.m., but I bet there are still going to be placed open. Or we could go before, but since we're having coffee and stuff now, I figured you won't be hungry for while."
Yoongi's head is still down, and his fingers taps nervously on the carpet next to him as he nods jerkily, blinking rapidly as he finally meets my eyes. "Dinner...would be nice."
I grin, my chest filling with happiness, and Yoongi reddens even more, raising his hand to cover his face, and I lean forward to gently tug it away, giving him a smile. "Don't. It's cute."
Waitwhatdidijustsay?
Yoongi's eyes widen, and it takes me a moment to process the words that just escaped my lips, because I really did just mean to think them, but as a shy smile creeps into Yoongi's lips and his cheeks turn a bright, bright red, I don't honestly regret the slip up, loving the way he reacts too much.
I wonder how he would react if I kissed him.
My eyes fall to his lips, and his tongue darts out to dampen them nervously, eyes flicking over my face, and I realize just how close we are, unaware that I had leaned over the coffee between us, my face only inches from his as I still hold his wrist in my fingers gently.
Yoongi swallows, and his eyes drop to my mouth, and I just know that he wants me to kiss him, and I reach out, gently brushing the crumbs from the corner of his lips, smiling as he turns bright fuschia once more, realizing that he had food on his face, and goddammit, he's so cute.
I smile a bit, tilting my head at him, and his ears look as if they're on fire as I brush his bangs out of his eyes, sweeping them to the side so I can see his dark irises, and Yoongi blinks rapidly, and I can feel his hand shaking slightly from where I still grasp his wrist in my fingers.
He's nervous.
I release his wrist, sitting back, watching the conflicting emotions wash over his face as he processes that I've moved away, I'm not about to do anything, and I can see his confusion and slight relief and a glimpse of regret. Regret that I didn't kiss him, perhaps, or that he didn't make a move either.
It takes a moment for my rapidly beating heart to calm, and I reach for my coffee, taking a small sip, looking at Yoongi again, a smile tugging at my lips. "Shall we head to Blue Sky? It's four now, we can get there a bit early and help Hoseok in the back. Find out what happened with Taehyung, maybe."
Yoongi nods, his cheeks still pink, and I stand, offering him my hand, and he just stares up at me for a moment before slipping his fingers into mine, allowing me to tug him up gently, and I don't release his hand when he's standing once more, squeezing his fingers gently, giving him a smile.
"I'm excited for dinner after work. Where do you want to go? I'm thinking Italian food sounds good, like pasta maybe. Or - how about Mediterranean food? I know a really great 24-hour falafel cafe," I tug him after me gently, and he falls into step with me as we exit his apartment, and he has a soft smile on his lips as he replies.
"Italian sounds good."
And I can't help grinning at him, my fingers tightening around his, and he flushes, looking away as we walk down the hall together, and he's so cute that I honestly can't focus, tripping over my own feet, my eyes drinking in the man next to me.
He's just so perfect, I can't look away.
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