❞Venti Macchiato, please.❝ minjoon ✔

❞ Chapter XI ❝

“You didn’t.”

Yoongi is the devil. For all his cute smiles and ways of charming even the nastiest customers, Jimin, in this moment, understands that Yoongi is nothing more than a demonic envoy sent to ruin his life.

Yoongi, incidentally, looks completely unashamed of his behavior. “I just figured it’d be easier for him to have an awkward conversation with you about nomenclature if it weren’t morning rush,” Yoongi says, shrugging in that ‘I don't care, I never care, man,’ way. “Lunch works.”

“But!” Jimin isn’t even sure how to continue, and therefore just stares pointedly at Yoongi after his exclamation.

“Consider it a chance for your love to finally grow,” Hoseok tries to soothe, though it ends up feeling more like being slimed as he slinks his way to Jimin’s side. “Now you can finally talk to your hot crush.”

“Why do I know you people?” Jimin whimpers, a hand over his face to symbolize the hardship of his life.

It gets worse, Yoongi taking break exactly when the door opens and Jimin looks up to see Namjoon walking into the café with two other men. One of them he knows, actually kind of likes to see. A smiling guy who laughs at everything even if it’s not funny (and even in silences, making them simultaneously less and more awkward).

As if magnetic, Namjoon’s eyes find him, and Yoongi just shrugs in the ‘I can do absolutely nothing about this now but I’m not sorry about my actions at all’ manner as he slips out back for his own lunch break. Hoseok makes a point of organizing the sandwich and food display case, meaning Jimin is the one at the counter when Namjoon walks up to place the orders for his friends and himself.

Jimin smiles, pushing down the nerves of not having a line to hide behind. This morning had been nice, where his panic had quickly dissolved into realizing that he still liked to push Namjoon’s buttons because it made his ears and cheeks turn pink.

Of course, he didn’t tell anyone that, but somehow Hoseok figured it out anyway and then told Yoongi about it with embellished story elements (like Jimin giggling, which absolutely didn’t happen even a little bit).

“Hi,” Namjoon says, stepping up to the counter and speaking before Jimin can rattle off his usual greeting.

“Hi,” Jimin replies. “What can I get for you?”

“An answer,” Namjoon says, which is definitely not on their menu.

“What?” Shit. Shit, hell, damn, crap, oh snap.

“What kind of sloppy misspelling is New Jersey?” Namjoon asks, even grimacing at how crap it was. “That doesn’t even make sense.”

“It kind of makes sense,” Jimin protests, even if he kind of agrees. It was him grabbing at straws, but he has no idea if Hoseok used ‘Nut Job’ while he was gone and-

“Not really,” Namjoon tells him, talking like they know each other. Like they’re friends or something. It’s strange because Jimin has never actually had a conversation with Mr. Busy Busy Cell Phone Businessman Namjoon before, just made his coffee every morning and known how his hair is always styled up when he’s late because… “It’s barely even close to my name.”

“I was taking artistic liberty,” Jimin tells him.

“No Jams was better,” Namjoon answers.

“I can’t use the same name twice though that’s-“ Jimin stops, blinking as he realizes “-did you just compliment-“

“I mean, it’s wrong,” Namjoon is saying, his ears turning a bit pink as he stands up a bit straighter, face turning slightly more serious. “I have jams. I have lots of jams. You don’t even know how many jams I have.”