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The sound of cars and the chatter of college students was all Min Yoongi could hear as he walked to the local library. He picked up his speed as he didn’t want to miss out on the chance to stare at the pretty librarian.
You would think after weeks of staring he would have figured out his schedule but he had no idea when he clocked out. He could have even been the owner, who knows?
His librarian was the prettiest thing he had seen in his 21 years of living and the subject of his most valuable tracks (“I think you mean corny love songs hyung!”, twiddle dumb and twiddle dumber; Namjoon and Hoseok cackled).
With his sun kissed blonde hair, big doe brown eyes, sharp cheekbones, pink plump lips, that pacific ocean he calls a shoulder, those beautifully crooked fingers that he knows his librarian gets ashamed of when people stare for too long, the dusty pink nipples he was fortunate enough to see when he came in soaked from the rain.
That tiny waist that would fit in so perfectly in his hands. Those thicc thighs that look like they could crush a water melon leading to those sexy calves and his adorable feet. Yoongi doesn’t have a feet fetish but he wouldn’t mind kissing pretty librarians feet.
By the time he finished day dreaming about his librarian he found himself in front of the library. The smell of old books reaching his nose as he steps in. A glance at the front desk shows his librarian checking out a book so someone he could care less to look at.
He took his regular seat on the sofa located at the back of the room. It had a clear view on the front desk. He placed the same book he’s been using as a cover for the past weeks on the table and stared at his librarian.
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Seokjin felt the eyes on him again. Taking a glance from the corner of his eyes, he saw his mint haired admirer reading the same book he always does. He’s either very much likes the book or a boring monotonous person.
The first day he felt his eyes on him, he actually thought his mint haired admirer would come up to him. But he stayed on the sofa all day and only left when he was about to close.
It has been that way for the the past few weeks his mint haired admirer has been coming.
Well he’s tired of all the waiting and the staring has become borderline creepy, (not that he minds), and he wants to take a leap of faith.
The moment the last student leaves, he walks up to his mint haired admirer before he packs up his bag. He takes a seat on the sofa and gracefully crosses one leg over the other.
“You know I find you rather…. boring”
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Yoongi’s heart might as well as burst out of his chest the moment he realized his librarian was walking up to him.
His thighs bulging out as he delicately places one leg over the other and those pretty plump lips opening to release that angelic voice.
He’s so distracted over the fact that his librarian actually came to have a conversation with him that is takes a minute for his brain to catch up with what Seokjin said.
He splutters out a response, “What?!”
Before he blushes and slaps a hand over his mouth
Seokjin laughs at that, white teeth on display.
“I mean, you’ve come in here at the same time, reading the same books, at the same seat with the same cup of coffee and the same leather jacket for the past weeks.”
Yoongi opens his mouth to let out a retort but stops as he looks at Seokjin with a smirk, “How do you know it’s the same type of coffere?”
Its Seokjin’s turns to blush as his composed aura falters and he struggles to provide an answer.
Yoongi continues, “Does this mean you’ve been staring at me?”
“ME? You’ve been staring me since your first day here – Yoongi blushes – It’s hard not to notice when you have a handsome stranger staring at you like he wants you to bounce on his dick”, he finishes with a huff.
It seems like his brain catches with his words as he start fumbling with his words.
Yoongi leans forward, face still flushed but with a liitle confidence. “Are you implying that you would like to bounce on my dick? Cause baby I’m up for that if you are.”
Seokjin chokes on his spit as his face turns a bright shade of red all the ways to his ears. He mumbles out some words that don’t quite make their way to Yoongi’s ears.
“What was that?”
Seokjin clears his throat and speaks louder, “You’d have to take me to dinner first”.
“Oh”, is the only sound Yoongi produces as he leans back onto the sofa.
“I’m sorry – uhh – I’ll just uhm-
Seokjin was cut off by a pair of lips on his. He closes his eyes as he falls into the warmth of the kiss.
They pull apart after a moment, when the need for air becomes too much to bear, faces flushed, short breaths felt on the others’ skin.
Yoongi’s voice comes out raspier than it normally is, “There’s a 24hr café down the block, we could work our way up to dinner?”
“Are you asking me out?”
“Would you say yes if I was?”
“Don’t answer my question with a question”, Seokjin sasses.
Yoongi scoffs with disbelief, “You just did that!”
“I’m sorry, you still want that date?”, he says with a raised eyebrow.
Yoongi laughs out loud as he nods his head.
“I’d love that”, he says with a smile.
“Guess you’re not as boring as I thought”, Seokjin whispers softly.
They fall into a comfortable silence as they lean into the sofa and tilt their heads, staring into each others’ eyes.
Yoongi breaks the silence with a question,
“You’ll still bounce on my dick though, right?”