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it was 3pm on a friday, and the coffee shop was silent and peaceful. the rush hours of the mid day of students and office workers who were on their lunch break and in need of a second(or third) coffee of the day was over and yoongi was trying to make the space look decent after the usually cozy place was looking like naruto went full-on kurama mode in there. that's actually exactly what he voiced to hoseok, the other just nodding in agreement and offering to take the space of a barista as well as still remaining a cashier while yoongi cleans the place up a bit - there weren't gonna be a lot of people stopping by anyway; everyone got back to work and classes, only the occasional lucky few who had free time going in to get a drink in these quiet hours.
it was 4pm on a friday, and yoongi was finishing up his clean-up session - the coffee shop looked like it was taken care of again, gaining its cozy points back. he was just sweeping the floor when there was a quiet sound of the door opening going over the silence of the shop neither hoseok nor yoongi wanted to interrupt - it was the end of their shift; both of them, even the usually energetic hoseok, were already partially zoning out. the latter was still more alert compared to yoongi however and greeted the new customer with a cheerful smile and a usual "welcome!". yoongi looked up from the spot on the wooden floor where the late afternoon sun was reflecting to welcome the newcomer, too.
"holy fuck" - was the only thing that came up in his mind upon doing so.
thankfully, he didn't say that outloud.
yoongi actually needed to remind himself to breathe because it was kinda vital for him to do so to remain somewhat well, but even after that he simply wasn't well, because the customer that just walked in - a guy - was incredibly, outrageously, breathtakingly, illegally, absolutely unbelievably hot. he had dark hair that looked very soft to the touch, half of which was covered by a simple black beanie with no phrases or drawings on it; his face was definitely worked on by god himself - maybe even jesus assisted while creating this bastard, because yoongi had never seen something as pretty as this motherfucker's features. clear sky at night when you can see all of the stars that are usually hiding behind the city's fog and clouds? fuck that. fuck that twice, actually, the dude's carrying entire universes in these big eyes of his.
the way he was dressed had yoongi screaming internally - he had a plain black t-shirt that peaked through the unzipped leather jacket - honestly, whoever was the originator of that look, yoongi was ready to kiss their feet, - the guy had black jeans that were wrapping around his toned thighs very tightly - although yoongi was the one who felt the suffocation, - a nice belt that made the all-black look better like a pinch of a good spice, and, finishing it all off - including yoongi himself, - were the black military boots that went up the guy's ankles. he looked like he owned at least 3 motorcycles, smoked a pack of cigarettes a day, and was in a gang. probably the leader of a gang. probably selling drugs right now, because he was looking down on his phone, texting with his one hand while the other was in one of the pockets of the jacket, and that, even though intimidating, was definitely the hottest thing yoongi had ever witnessed.
hoseok promptly noticed yoongi who stilled in the back of the shop like a deer in the headlights, and held the urge to roll his eyes. his friend always had a thing for men who should be walking around with a huge neon sign of PROBABLY NOT GOOD FOR YOU hung over their neck like a cross, but, at the same time, he also knew better then to judge the book by its cover, or the guy by his leather jacket.
thanks to pure luck and pure luck only, the customer walked to the counter continuing to text somebody without noticing yoongi's intense gaze, looking up from his phone only when hoseok asked what he wanted to order.
"um," he looked through the menu over hoseok's head quickly and decided what to order in couple of seconds. "one large mocha, one iced vanilla latte and a medium strawberry milkshake, please."
the sound of his voice seemed to punch some life back into yoongi and make him realize he was being a weirdo behind their customer's back, which was broad and toned and even the jacket couldn't hide it, by the way, but you haven't heard that from yoongi. he proceeded to clean the floor after the guy left a small trail of dirt after himself. yoongi proceeded to space out again, thinking about how sweet the guy's voice is and how it doesn't match the picture he already painted in his mind.
in a few short minutes all the drinks were ready on the counter sitting neatly in cup holders while the customer proceeded to pay for the drinks, distracted with something in his phone again while he picked them up with one hand. yoongi was just a few meters away from him at this point, just waiting to sweep the last remains of dirt from- why is the hot guy going right at him on full speed-
there's a gentle and confused "ah" and a very confident and loud splash.
hoseok watches in horror how yoongi's light brown uniform shirt under his apron in becoming dark brown, how the floor isn't clean anymore, how the customer is frozen in place right in front of yoongi, how yoongi's face was wet and his blond fringe had light brown liquid dripping from it.
"god fucking dammit." is the only thing yoongi gets to say under his breath before his whole upper body goes slightly numb from the impact and the fucking cold and the ice on the floor is going to melt and create even more of a mess-
"oh my god." the hot guy - that yoongi wishes was radiating actual warmth like a human furnace because it's so fucking cold - says after he snaps out of the initial shock of the unexpected impact. he watches how the barista is trying to brush the drips off with his hands and wipe his face with the parts of the apron that wasn't already wet and- oh my god he did that.
"oh my god!" the customer gasps at last, drawing the baristas' attention to him. "i am so so so sorry, im sorry, i didn't mean to bump into you, i was distracted, oh my god-" all the intimidating aura is gone at once, the big eyes yoongi was practically writing poems in his head about are darting over his wet face and coffee-soaked uniform frantically, and he looks genuinely concerned, and truly sorry. yoongi lets out a very, very heavy internal sigh. "are you cold? do you have towels? or showers? do you need help? i am so sorry- d-do you want my jacket?' the guy is talking at an incomprehensible speed and already starting to take off his leather jacket. yoongi lifts his gaze up at him and he immediately freezes in place again, too ashamed to look the barista in the eye. hoseok is materializing next to them right at this moment, peering at yoongi.
"i have a towel and a spare shirt in my locker. go change, i'll clean this up." he says, placing a comforting hand on yoongi's shoulder. the latter brushes his hand over hoseok's as a silent "thank you".
"no, it's okay." yoongi finally says and startles the customer. "this can happen, and isn't a big deal. it was partially my fault, too." at that the guy's expression goes from concerned to frowning, but yoongi really isn't in the mood to do any of that. he usually isn't, and being coffee-soaked like the biscuits for tiramisu certainly does not help. he fixes the customer with a cold - no pun intended - look. "don't worry, i'm going to make you the drinks again after i change." he says and is heading to the break room where the spare clothes are, not looking any other milisecond at the guy.
yoongi doesn't even get the chance to start to berate himself for being a thirsty gay when-
"wait!" the guy shouts after him. he is catching up to yoongi and, as the barista opens the door to the back room, he goes in with him. "is there any way i can help with-" he catches himself. "help you?"
yoongi stops and looks him right in the eye. the guy looks worried. and cute, shit.
"look, i don't know if you've noticed, but there was a 'staff only' sign on the door." he nods to the door they just walked through. "and i said it was okay, the apron is liquid resistant and the uniform is light brown for a reason. please go back to the shop and give me one minute to change." yoongi is trying his best to remain professional and get this guy the fuck out of the damn room. he had coffee splashed on him before, yes, but none of the customers were this persistent with helping him out, and he didn't know he was thankful for that, until now. the barista turns around and goes further into the room to hoseok's locker to change. bless the dude's soul, honestly, at least he doesn't have to wait for his clothes to dry out on his body, probably catching a cold in the process. he goes a few steps ahead, until there are heavier ones behind him.
"i was looking and my phone and didn't notice you. i was a moron. please let me know how i can help." that's some admirable determination he had. yoongi sighs, turns around to face the guy again, and repeats the same sentence from before, word for word, emphasizing and meaning every word, but this time he waits for the customer to leave. the bastard doesn't even move.
"at least let me get your shirt washed." he looks down at his feet, and adds more quietly. "i feel horrible."
yoongi just stands there with only "i can't believe this motherfucker is refusing to leave because he wants to pay for unnecessary laundry service." in his head.
a cheerful ringtone rips through an awkward silence in the echo-y back room, startling both of the men. the leather jacket dude pulls his phone out of the backpocket of his jeans and nervously looks at the display. he shoots an apologetic smile toward yoongi - that, honestly speaking, goes right to his dumbass heart, - turns around and answers the phone call. yoongi uses this opportunity to hide behind the lockers and change while the persistent hot guy is busy with his phone, again. yoongi thinks that, maybe, he isn't as addicted to the device as some other people. he's still addicted but, you know. realizing there is a problem is halfway to solving it.
he can hear one side of the conversation echo throughout the empty space of the break room.
"yeah, i know, i don't think i can make it in time for the movie. i wanted to bring you guys coffee and stopped by at a coffee place and there was an accident and- no no no, jimin, i'm okay, it wasn't on the road, it was in the shop, i'm gonna tell you later. yeah yeah, sorry, but i hope you enjoy the film. i hope you actually watch it this time." and then there's silence, and the heavy footsteps are becoming almost familiar at this point, and the guy is right before yoongi again, looking as determent as ever, eyeing the wet shirt yoongi changed out of and put in a plastic bag in his hands. yoongi was loosing all hope for himself and his damn dirty uniform being left alone.
"when's your next shift?" the guy asks point blank, fully starring down the shirt now.
"sunday, 8am." while the guy is having a starring contest with a wet inanimate object in his hands, yoongi takes his time to examine the person before him closely. he had an incredibly cute nose and his hair looks even fluffier up close; there was a small scar on his cheek, and his long eyelashes were casting a shadow on it even in the shitty lighting of the back room. the lashes moved up as the owner was looking at yoongi again, as he was the one looking at the shirt now. he's so fucked.
"i'll bring it back in the sunday morning then." the guy says as he extends his arm and waits for yoongi to hand the bag to him. the barista sighs loudly.
"is this really the way you want to spend your sunday morning?" yoongi asks, half out of genuine curiosity, half wishing the guy would take the bait and realize that no, that is not, in fact, his ideal sunday morning, after a short pause. the hot guy makes a grabby hands motion at the bag in yoongi's hands with a blank look. yoongi sighs for what feels like the hundredth time in 10 minutes.
"this is very unnecessary." yoongi looks up the the brunette again, trying to reason with him one last time. something tells him it's not gonna work this time, either.
"i'm still gonna do it." and with that, yoongi hands him the bag he grew to hate in the short two minutes he had it, let's him run off without the drinks he paid for, and noticing that he's excited to come back to work in two days.
when yoongi tells hoseok about what exactly happened, his friend finds his lost energy just to laugh his ass off for about 3 minutes straight, and fling himself around the space behind the counter to try and calm down, and honestly? he cannot ever blame the other barista. this shit is beyond absurd, but when hoseok says that it's also, in fact, wholesome, yoongi doesn't object.
it's 10am, and it's sunday morning, which means that the day is gonna go by lazily and without any spikes of activity like it usually is on week days. yoongi is sitting behind the counter, trying to solve a literature quiz - he's working alone today, which is a nightmare and a blessing; it's very quiet and peaceful, but also very boring when he runs out of stuff to do if there isn't much work. just as he starts yawning, there's a loud noise of a motorcycle stopping in front of the entry to the building the coffee shop is located in. it looks very aggressive and like it is able to run on a speed way higher than a vehicle is supposed to run on. yoongi notices that motorcyclist is dressed like he would expect a motorcyclist would dress on a sunday - shirt, sweats and timberlands and, as he takes the helmet off- holy shit that's the hot guy from couple of days ago. oh god he notices yoongi staring at him through the window. oh no he's waving at him-
yoongi has just enough time to collect himself before the hot dude walks into the shop and unintentionally wrecks the barista again. he actually looks like a person today, and not some gangster drug dealer character from an 90's movie. not to say he lost any of his unbelievable hotness with the look, though.
he comes up to the counter, smiles a little awkwardly at yoongi and says hi. yoongi says hi back. they stay silent for a moment.
"um," the brunette starts, drilling the dark wooden counter with his eyes. "i brought your uniform back. it's clean and fresh now." he places a little plastic bag yoongi didn't even notice in front of him. a second later he reaches in one of his pockets and pulls out yoongi's name tag. oh shit. he didn't even notice it was gone.
"sorry again, yoongi." the barista's heart had to have a moment to start beating again because his name in this sweet voice sounded too warm.
"thanks." is the only thing yoongi manages to say while he realizes that he doesn't know the guy's name and has been calling him 'the hot guy' not only in his head, and not only to hoseok, but to his other friends, also. honestly, yoongi doesn't know if he wants to know the name, until the guy hides his eyes behind his bangs and turns around to leave the shop.
absolutely fucking not.
"wait!" yoongi says too loud for the small and quiet of the coffee shop. "what's your name?"
the dude looks a little startled as he turns around, answering. 'jungkook.'
yoongi smiles involuntarily. "jungkook, i still haven't made you the drinks that were ruined." jungkook smiles back at him.
yoongi makes him a strawberry milkshake and dies a little inside while he does it. they talk for about an hour, a handful of customers stopping by and running off again, and jungkook is the sweetest.
he has a little dimple on his cheek that is only visible when he smiles, and his whole face lits up when he does. he is quiet and a little shy, yoongi catches, but it all melts away when he is talking about something he likes, his friends, milkshakes, or his many hobbies. he starts talking very fast and becomes very animated when he's excited about a conversation topic, and yoongi lets him talk his ears off; and when he asks the barista a question, or when yoongi gives little comments on what jungkook said, he listens very carefully, and god, yoongi is so gone. he honestly cannot believe himself for calling this angel a drug dealer in his mind; but it's partially jungkook's fault for dressing like one - but mostly yoongi's for watching too many action movies with romance subplots.
the milkshake is done, and jungkook is glancing at his phone, checking the time. "i think need to go now. thank you for the milkshake, yoongi." his smile is a little sad, but, as yoongi smiles back, he knows that his is, too. just as jungkook jumps off the stool, yoongi decides that he might as well do whatever the hell he wants.
"what's the movie you had to skip a couple of days ago?" jungkook looks confused for a second, but answers not long after.
"the new spider-man one." yoongi is screaming internally, again. of course jungkook would be a marvel fan. of course he was driving his badass motorcycle in his fly ass leather jacket to buy coffee for his friends and go watch a damn marvel movie. he almost feels lightheaded.
"my shift ends at 6. wanna go see it?" there's a quiet laugh, and yoongi just has to look up; there's a happy smile on jungkook's face.
"of course. i'll pick you up, if you're okay with that.' he looks into yoongi's eyes with the most ernest look in his own, and his dimple is visible with his smile. yoongi cannot help smiling back, and nods. he feels really dumb and light and happy. and just like that, with the softest laugh, jungkook winks at him and runs off.
perhaps yoongi is as fucked as jungkook is hot.