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Coffee Talks

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Yoongi had woken up that morning in a daze. There had been a dream trickling at the back of his mind, the memory of it already bleaching away. It had been a dream of domestic tranquillity.

Soft piano trickling through a sunlit apartment, the aromatic smell of food wafting through corridors and soft touches and embraces. He covered his eyes with his forearm, trying to pull the memory back. It had been such a nice dream.

Hazy and soft.

If he tried hard enough, he could still feel the hard ivory keys underneath his fingers and a chest pressed against his back in an embrace as a joyful melody streamed out of his soul.

His face flushed red underneath his bare forearm. What the fuck?

Usually Yoongi dreamt of his past. Of exploding fire in a dingy motel, and life without the coven. How colourless and bleak his days had been without the companionship of his (hopefully) eternal brothers. Of being constantly cold inside despite his innate gift of fire. It had been something he was forced to live almost every night. Yet last night he had slipped under Somnus's grip so easily.

Why?

Anticipation rolled in his stomach. A gut feeling that told him something was going to happen today. What a foolish thought. Yoongi dismissed it as soon as it came. The premonitions were Joon's job, not his.

His phone buzzed on the nightstand beside him, and just like that, whatever relaxing hold the dream had on him shattered. The feeling of warmth that had been so curled around his heart shrank and eviscerated.

Yoongi exhaled a shuddering groan and leaned over to see his phone. Squinting at the sudden brightness, he saw that it was 12:30pm. What day was it? The text was too small and he was too groggy to pinpoint it.

"JIN-HYUNG! COFFEE?" He roared out, the volume a sharp contrast from his mood. A silent house greeted him back. Cold.

Even with the brisk afternoon air swirling into his lungs, it did nothing to cool the constant rolling anger in his veins. Unlike his softer hearted coven members, he had always been the easiest to ignite. But his cold and scathing temper had always been a sharp contrast to his gift. It chilled people's hearts and snapped at tails.

Unlike his coven members, other then Jin-hyung who had mastered his powers purely out of experience and age, Yoongi's gift had always been the reason why other covens didn't dare provoke them. He wielded fire easily. Fire was destructive and easy to pass off as a mortal's mistake, rather than a magic-user. He had been born with it. It was a part of him.

Yoongi couldn't help but feel that his fire was the only reason he was worth something.

Then– a familiar figure bumped into his shoulder. The figure had been leisurely strolling down the street, seemingly immersed in her own thoughts. Jostling him slightly, Yoongi whipped around with a sharp scowl in his face, the fire inside of him roaring at the slight inconvenience– ready to burn the stranger into cris-

His eyes widened in surprise. Y/N?

At the realisation that it was her, his shoulder seemed to warm where she had bumped into it. The strange warmth had a strip of memory floating to the front of his mind.

"Just let Jin handle it, okay?" Yoongi had reassured, crouched behind a mattress. "He's better at this stuff then I am. Right now, we're lookout in case that Thing comes back- so be quiet."

He thought that had been that. Then she had annoyingly opened her mouth again to pipe up. Without even hesitating to digest her chatter, he'd covered her mouth the palm of her hand.