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There’s something comforting in the precision of making a latte.
Grounding the exact weight of the coffee beans, swirling the grinds before tamping it down with an exact pressure. Then, steaming the milk, moving the pitcher without having to think much about it. The process ties in all together when he merges the two- espresso and milk- and topping it off with whatever pattern he feels inspired to create at that moment.
For Yoongi, making coffee is one of his comforts. Even though it’s considered work, he can disengage from his thoughts, focusing his full attention on the craftsmanship of a perfect coffee. Being exclusively the barista that makes the drinks is perfect for Yoongi. He leaves the costumer interactions to Taehyung or Jimin, while he stays behind the large coffee makers, his head down as he focuses solely on the cup in his hand.
Yoongi tilts the cup he’s currently holding, carefully but precisely creating a pattern on the cup. A small smile forms on his face at the completed image. It’s a new design he tried out, not worried about upsetting a customer with a ruined design since this specific cup is going only to Jungkook. He gently places it on the counter, moving it towards the younger who’s been watching him make his drink.
Jungkook stares down at the design, his eyebrows slightly tilted down in a frown as he examines it. Yoongi shifts in his place, his fingers fiddling with the hem of his apron.
“Well?” He prompts, growing too nervous the longer Jungkook stays silent.
“It’s a swan, right?” Yoongi nods. “I love it. I think you could even add a line of foam under it, maybe even two to give the illusion of water.”
“I’ll try that tomorrow,” Yoongi nods again to himself, already considering how to incorporate Jungkook’s suggestions. “Are you coming at closing time again?”
“I need to get my caffeine fix for the night somehow, don’t I?”
“Yeah, by freeloading off of our generosity,” Jimin walks past Jungkook, lightly swatting him with the broom in his hand. “And he doesn’t even have the audacity to pretend he’s going to pay.”
“Hyung, I’ve literally offered to pay every single time. I can take out some money and place it in your hand right now.”
“Shut up, don’t you dare pay us for the coffee.” Jimin glares pointedly at him before he resumes his sweeping of the store.
Yoongi rolls his eyes at their display, turning around to start cleaning his station. Jungkook and Jimin still bicker behind him, but he tunes them out, humming a song as he wipes down the counter, then cleans the steam wand. He goes through the nightly routine they have until the workstation is spotless, ready for them to return later in the morning.
As soon as Yoongi is done behind the counter and Jimin around the cafe area, Taehyung comes out of the backdoor informing them that the kitchen is now clean too. Yoongi joins Jungkook at his table as the other two close out the cash register, watching him as he works on his latest assignment.
“What’s this one about?” Yoongi asks. He leans his head on his hand, his eyes following what Jungkook is doing on his screen.
“This unit is on biopics. We have the rest of the term to tell the story of someone close to us…” Jungkook says, trailing off near the end. He looks up at Yoongi expectantly, his eyes wide and silently asking him a question.
“Kook,” Yoongi sighs, breaking eye contact with the other boy. He focuses on the table, his eyes following the lines of the scratches on the old wood. “You know how I feel about things like that.”
“Please, hyung?” Jungkook moves a bit closer to Yoongi, trying to get him to look at his face. “You won’t have any lines, I’ll just get a backstory with videos and then follow you around for when I get to the present.”
“Why not ask Tae or Jimin? I’m not that interesting, Kook…”
“Yoongi-hyung,” Jungkook tugs at his hand, finally regaining Yoongi’s attention on himself. “Please? I think you’re the most interesting person out of the four of us. Plus, I’d like to have my final project be on my best friend.”
Yoongi’s face heats up at the sincerity in Jungkook’s voice. “Don’t let those two hear you say that.”
“Is that a yes?”
“A yes to what?” Taehyung says as he sits down on the chair across from the other two. Jimin joins him not a second later, the same question leaving his mouth.
“Yoongi-hyung and I are inviting you to drinks tomorrow night at our place.” Jungkook says, lightly nudging Yoongi under the table to go along with his excuse.
“Yeah. Yup. Drinks, tomorrow.” Yoongi nods in agreement. Jimin and Taehyung are immediately giddy with the idea, already planning what they’ll bring with them and what time they’ll be coming over.
Yoongi glances to his side, surprised to see that Jungkook is already looking his way. He raises an eyebrow towards Yoongi, once again silently asking him if he agrees to be the topic of his project. With a small resigned sigh, Yoongi subtly nods his head towards Jungkook, immediately getting a grin back in response.
They don’t linger long once the cafe is completely ready for closing. After a few more minutes of mindless conversation, they’re heading out, locking up the place for the night. The walk back to their apartment is a quiet one. Jungkook whistles some tune while Yoongi is lost in his thoughts. He’s already planning how he’s going to spend his evening, mentally going through the chores he needs to do before he can settle himself for the night.
Because while making coffee is a comfort to Yoongi, it doesn’t compare at all to the feeling he gets now that he’s finally home in his bed with his laptop perched in front of him, his cursor blinking at him where he last left off the night before. Making coffee is comforting, but writing his stories is therapeutic.
Some might think he’s a little odd for indulging himself this way. Most don’t understand the comfort that fiction might bring, especially not when that fiction involves real people. But Yoongi understands that that’s all that this is: fiction. He knows that even if he writes a story where his favourite singer somehow falls in love with a lowly barista such as himself, it doesn’t make it real.
Fan fiction isn’t a new concept to Yoongi. When he was first introduced to it in his teenage years, Yoongi felt as if he finally found a community where he fits in. He always had an overactive imagination, he always preferred the more creative classes in school compared to the more technical ones. Pair that with people he looks up to, and it’s a perfect match for Yoongi.
While he’s been reading for years now, it’s only recently that he’s actually starting writing anything himself. He’s never felt truly inspired to write whatever he conjures up in his mind… until he was introduced to Cypher’s Moon. He’s never truly felt a connection to songs as he did with theirs. He went through their whole discography in a night, uncaring of his early morning classes the next day. He was inthralled by the music production, the lyrics, their voices.
It didn’t take long for Yoongi to go from liking their music, to liking the men themselves. Kim Seokjin was a man above all men. His voice had inspired Yoongi like no one has before, sparking something deep inside him that hasn’t left him since. Jung Hoseok captured his attention with his impressive dance moves and unique flow to his rap. Yoongi couldn’t look away when Hoseok would take centre stage and showcases his dancing. And then, Kim Namjoon.
Yoongi doesn’t know where to begin describing Kim Namjoon. He’s everything Yoongi wants to be, and more. He fell in love with his words, then got sucked in deeper by his personality, which is somehow both firm and caring all at once. His stage presence transfixes Yoongi, and the eloquence in which he speaks in interviews or videos dedicated to fans has Yoongi practically swooning. Of course, Yoongi loves all three of the men in Cypher’s Moon, but Namjoon has a special place in his heart, reserved exclusively for him.
It came as no surprise to Yoongi when he felt the need to bring stories centered around the band to life. While Namjoon is clearly his favourite among the three, he has a vast array of documents with stories with all three of them, all of them short sweet things of them falling in love in various way with the main character.
He’s never shared any of this to the world, though. The mere thought of publishing any of his works online has his face flushing a deep red and his heart racing. He likes his writing, is even proud of it and himself for what he comes up with, but it’s not for anyone else’s consumption. It’s something special, just for himself. Or at least, that’s what he tells himself- and Jungkook, who has asked him about reading his works when he found out about Yoongi’s nightly routine.
Yoongi focuses back on his screen, rereading the last scene he had written the night before. While he writes many stories of either Seokjin, Hoseok, or most commonly, Namjoon, falling in love with a character that resembles Yoongi maybe a bit too much, he’s never written one that is outright almost an exact replica of himself. Except this time, he decided to go for it. He was feeling down when he first started it, and wanted something more real.
The words come naturally to Yoongi. His fingers fly across the keyboard, building the story up and up, until it’s much longer than he initially anticipated it to be. Before he knows it, hours have passed once he completes his final sentence to the story.
It might be his favourite one yet, he thinks as he saves the document, then places it in his complete folder. Shutting off his bedside lamp, Yoongi drifts off to sleep thinking of Kim Namjoon in their cozy little coffee shop.
“Have you heard?” Jimin practically squeals when he comes in the cafe the next morning, Taehyung hot on his heels wearing a similar face of excitement.
“Heard what?” The sound of the coffee beans Yoongi dumps into the container drown out Jimin’s words. Turning around to face the other two, Yoongi repeats his question.
“Cypher’s Moon are coming back to Seoul!” Jimin says. He joins Yoongi behind the counter, putting his apron on as his smile somehow seems to grow even larger. “They’re doing a little press conference sometime soon in the news building just a few doors down.”
“Oh.”
“Do you think they’re announcing a come back? Jimin, we need tickets if they go on tour.” Taehyung says, staying on the other side of the counter. He leans against it, placing his chin on his hand as his eyes twinkle with excitement. “You think they’ll come in here? Imagine serving the Kim Seokjin.”
“No, no, imagine seeing Jung Hoseok in the flesh. I don’t think I’d survive if they did come here.” Jimin’s eyes are nearly shut from how wide he’s smiling, with his hand over his chest as he thinks of that possibility.
“They wouldn’t come here,” Yoongi says quietly, his attention already back to his opening tasks. “There’s that higher end cafe at the end of the street. If anything, they’d go there.”
Jimin pouts, lightly shoving Yoongi’s shoulder. “Don’t be such a downer, hyung. I know you’d be just as excited as we are if Namjoon were to step in here.”
“But he won’t, Jimin. No use getting our hopes up just to get disappointed.” Yoongi says, but he can’t help but let that thought creep in his mind. How could he not, when he had written and dreamed of exactly that happening just the night before?
Jimin smirks when he sees the small smile on Yoongi’s face, but doesn’t tease him about it. Jimin and Taehyung continue chattering excitedly between themselves as they prepare to open the cafe too, and they only stop when Taehyung heads to the back to start baking the pastries.
Yoongi finds himself getting lost in his thoughts about the situation too. It’s unrealistic to hope, but there’s that small part in him that’s just as excited as his two younger friends. The prospect of being so close to the people he truly looks up to, to know that they’re just a few buildings away, with a very real, albeit small, possibility that they might just walk through that door…
Yoongi stays distracted even as the morning rush of students and office workers comes in. But with every coffee order, the thoughts stray further and further away, until they’re tucked neatly at the back of his mind. He doesn’t think of Kim Namjoon as he perfects the art at the top of every cup. He doesn’t think of the story he completed the night before as he hands customer after customer their drinks. His mind is completely focused on his job, letting his mind get coaxed into that calm yet stimulated space it gets into whenever he’s at work.
Before he knows it, Jungkook is coming into the cafe at closing time, the younger boy ordering his nightly coffee. Thoughts of Cypher’s Moon coming back to Seoul are at the back of Yoongi’s mind as the four of them walk back to Yoongi and Jungkook’s shared apartment for the drinks they had agreed on the night before.
It’s only when the band is brought up again does the thought re-enter his mind, but this time he’s two drinks in and he doesn’t think he should let himself push it away anymore.
“Do you think,” Jimin says, taking a sip of the alcohol bottle in his hand before he can finish his sentence. “Do you think they like coffee?”
“Of course they like coffee,” Taehyung takes the bottle from Jimin’s hands, taking a sip for himself. “Who doesn’t like coffee?”
“Tasteless people.” Jungkook mumbles, finishing his own bottle and opening another. “I love coffee. Especially your coffee. Delicious. Never tasted anything better.”
“And they are men of taste,” Jimin nods to himself, taking his bottle back from Taehyung. “They are refined. They probably only drink the best coffee.”
“The amount of times you’ve said coffee in this conversation is far too many,” Yoongi says quietly. His finger plays with the label around the bottle, the edge peeling off from the condensation. He takes one last swing, finishing his drink. “Why are we talking about coffee when we could be talking about them?”
“We are talking about them hyung,” Jimin huffs out a breath. He looks over at Yoongi from his side of the room, crossing his arms across his chest after handing his drink to Taehyung who happily takes a sip. “I just- I love coffee, and I love them. Naturally, the two go together.”
“We need to start saving money,” Jungkook says, handing Yoongi another bottle from his spot at the foot of Yoongi’s seat. He pats the younger boy’s head in thanks. “What if they announce a show in Seoul? We can’t not go because of money.”
“I’ll pay for your ticket, Kook.” Yoongi says as both Taehyung and Jimin gasp.
“The favouritism! Can you believe this Tae?”
“I’ll be crying myself to sleep tonight, Minnie. My favourite hyung hates me.”
“If you give me a raise I can pay for you, too.” Yoongi raises his eyebrow at Taehyung, a smile blossoming on his face at the expression he gets in return.
“Lose that shyness, then we can talk about raises hyung.” Taehyung says, eliciting a pout from Yoongi.
“Hey! Don’t be mean to Yoongi-hyung in his own house,” Jungkook glares at Taehyung for a second, before they both lose their composure. “How did we even get here?”
“I don’t know,” Jimin says, pushing a laughing Taehyung off his lap. “I want to talk about Jung Hoseok and coffee and Jung Hoseok drinking my coffee.”
“I wonder what their new album will be like.” Yoongi says. He’s always loved their songs and the messages they share, it’s what hooked him into the band in the first place. He can’t even imagine how they can outdo their last project.
“They work so hard,” Taehyung pouts, taking a swing from his bottle. “So, so hard. I hope they rest well between everything.”
“They’re so brave for sharing their work like that,” Jungkook speaks almost wistfully, his eyes shining as he takes another sip of his drink. “I can’t even imagine how nerve-wracking it must be to release something so personal for the whole world to see.”
Yoongi’s hand pauses in the middle of lifting his bottle to his lips at Jungkook’s words.
“It really must take a lot of courage,” Jimin nods to himself. “They really are amazing. No wonder so many people look up to them.”
Yoongi looks up to them for so many reasons. He never took into consideration how brave they are for putting themselves out in the world like that. Yoongi could never be that brave. He isn’t now, with anything he creates.
“People can learn so much from them,” Jungkook continues with their conversation, none of the three others noticing Yoongi’s silence. “In everything they do.”
He can learn something from them, can’t he? He can learn to be brave. And it’s not like Yoongi would be sharing his works with millions of people like they do. He can be brave by sharing his own creations, too.
“You know what?” Yoongi speaks up, gaining the attention of his three younger friends. They watch him as he stands, Jungkook’s arm reaching out when he stumbles a bit in his footing.
“What?” Taehyung says after Yoongi doesn’t continue his thought after standing.
Yoongi turns towards him, pointing towards Taehyung with the hand still holding his drink. “Just- Fuck it! Fuck it, I’ll just do it.”
“Yeah, fuck it Yoongi-hyung!” Jimin yells, lifting his drink in agreement. Even if Jimin has no idea what Yoongi is referencing, it makes him even more determined with his new decision.
Yoongi hands his bottle to Jungkook, then makes his way to his room, only stumbling twice on his way there. He opens his laptop, going on the website he often frequents whenever he feels like reading rather than writing.
Yoongi clumsily enters his account details, getting right only on the third try. It’s almost as if someone else is controlling his body now, going to his document to copy the words of the story he completed last night, then pasting it into the website. Yoongi watches, almost disconnected from himself as he adds all of the details, his drunk mind suddenly much more capable as he drafts a quick summary and then-
It’s out.
Published for the whole world to see. It’s no longer something that only Yoongi has access to. Others will be able to read his words, put themselves in his shoes, getting lost in the fictional world he has created starring none other than Kim Namjoon and the main character.
Somehow, Yoongi feels both lighter and heavier now that his work is easily accessible to read online. He doesn’t have much time to linger on his feelings though, as he closes the laptop shut, then makes his way back to the living room with his friends.
He joins Jungkook on the floor instead of going back to his previous seat, taking a large swing from the younger boy’s drink. And as he gets distracted by the conversation he walked in on, he can almost pretend he just didn’t share his most private possession out to the world to get read and potentially criticized.
Yoongi wakes up with a splitting headache, an uncomfortable taste in his mouth, two grown men sprawled on top of him, and four comments on the story he drunkenly posted just a few hours before.
It takes a moment for Yoongi’s brain to truly register the last part. It feels almost as if that part of his night was a dream and not actually a reality where he shared his most recent work. But no, it’s real, if the emails on his phone are any indication. He hesitates on opening any of them, though. Four comments in just a few hours seems like a lot to Yoongi, especially since this is his first time posting anything. He doesn’t think he’d be able to handle it if any of them are negative.
He shuts his phone off, tossing it to the side as he rubs his face with his hands. He ignores the throbbing in his head as he slowly lifts himself off the floor, mindful of both Jungkook and Jimin using his body as their own personal pillow.
After successfully detaching himself, Yoongi stumbles into Taehyung in the kitchen, nursing a glass of water as he leans against the counter.
“Remind me to never drink that much ever again.” Taehyung says. Yoongi ignores him, getting a cup for himself and filling it with water before he gulps it all in one go.
They stay in silence as they both rehydrate themselves, and soon enough Jimin joins them, followed by Jungkook. All of them are suffering from similar headaches, so Yoongi takes it upon himself to go to the medicine cabinet to get some ibuprofen for all four of them. It takes them longer than usual to get ready to leave, but they eventually make their way out of the apartment.
Yoongi, Taehyung, and Jimin walk towards the cafe, while Jungkook separates from them halfway through their walk to head to university. Before leaving, he yells out to Yoongi that he’ll begin filming the biopic on this day, and that he’ll see him around lunchtime.
With the distraction of their hangovers and trying to open the cafe with less time than usual, Yoongi forgets all about the fic he published and the comments waiting to be read. As the small morning rush begins, then with the lunchtime rush right after, he barely acknowledges the occasional buzz in his pocket, indicating the reception of a new email. And as he keeps working, and as Jungkook comes along to film him during his shift, the thought of his fic doesn’t even come up once. His story is at the complete back of his mind the whole morning.
That is, until the ding indicating the arrival of a new customer catches his attention. He’s been busy cleaning his station, the rush finally dying down to only the occasional to-go order coming in every once in a while. He doesn’t even look up from his task until he hears a familiar voice ordering a few drinks.
The cup Yoongi was occupied with cleaning slips from his hand, shattering on the floor at his feet. Yoongi’s mouth open when Namjoon’s eyes meet his own, and Yoongi thinks he might just shatter on the floor just like the cup at the crooked smile sent his way.
“Hyung?” Jungkook whisper from the other side of the counter snaps him out of his stupor, and he doesn’t hesitate before he abruptly turns and runs into the back where Taehyung is.
Taehyung looks up at him with wide eyes, his hands pausing in the kneading of the dough. His expression immediately turns to one of concern when he truly looks at Yoongi’s state, and he completely ignores the pastries he was baking to make his way to the older boy.
“Yoongi-hyung, are you hurt? What happened?”
“Tae, am I dreaming?” Taehyung doesn’t waste a second to pinch Yoongi’s arm, causing him to grimace and rub at the area he pinched. “Holy shit.”
“Can you tell me what’s going on? No offence hyung but you look like you’ve seen a ghost… should I be worried?”
Yoongi looks up with wide eyes, meeting Taehyung’s worried ones. He lets out a shaky exhale before telling him about who’s on the other side of that door, ordering coffee from Jimin.
Taehyung blinks. Once, twice, then- “Excuse me, what?”
“It’s crazy, right? It must just be a lookalike or something…”
“Yoongi, Kim Namjoon is right there, and you’re in here? Are you serious?”
“Yes Tae,” Yoongi says, then wraps his arms around himself. “You didn’t see his face, Taehyung. I embarrassed myself in front of him.”
“Kim Namjoon is ordering our coffee right now. And you’re in here.” Taehyung repeats slowly, his tone incredulous.
“Yes, but listen to me-”
“Hyung, you’re the best coffee maker in this place. We are not giving Kim Namjoon Jimin’s bitter bean water.” Taehyung places his hands on Yoongi’s shoulders, turning the older boy around to face the door leading back to the cafe.
“Tae, please don’t make me go back out there-” The door opens, and Yoongi is pushed back out. Kim Namjoon is still there, chatting with Jimin at the register. Yoongi swallows hard when his eye meets the other’s, but he quickly looks away as he shuffles back to his corner in front of the coffee machine, keeping his gaze focused on the silver metal.
He hears their conversation pick up, but he doesn’t focus on the words. Instead, he focuses on keeping his composure, trying to not let his whole face light up a bright red if it already isn’t. He pushes the broken cup to the side with his foot as he waits, using anything as a distraction so to not focus on Kim Namjoon.
“Hey hyung, two americanos and one latte please.” Jimin calls out to him, and Yoongi nods without looking up. He can nearly feel the gaze of the idol on him as he works on his order, and it only serves to make him even more nervous at the whole situation.
His hands shake as he makes the coffee, and he spills some milk when he slightly misses the cup for the latte. For the first time since he’s started working here, making coffee is not a comfort to Yoongi.
Finally placing the lid on the last drink, he slides the tray towards the edge of the counter where Kim Namjoon is standing, watching him as he waits.
“Do you happen to have a napkin?” Namjoon asks him, and Yoongi immediately nods, handing him a few as fast as he can. He doesn’t look Namjoon in the eye during the whole ordeal, missing the smile that forms on the idol’s face. “Thank you.”
Yoongi nods again, and decides to distract himself by wiping down the steam wand again. He can still feel Namjoon’s presence just a few feet away, standing in the same spot when he was waiting for his coffee. It makes Yoongi even more nervous and self-conscious about himself, until finally Namjoon thanks him again before turning to leave the cafe.
It’s only when the door finally shuts does the tension leave Yoongi’s body. He exhales a large breath, then leans on the back counter.
“Kim Namjoon just ordered coffee from us,” Jimin whispers, his calm facade from earlier complete gone now that the idol has left. “I had a whole conversation with him. He was right there, in front of me.”
“And I got it all on video.” Jungkook says in the same tone, his eyes wide and still strained on the door.
Taehyung is silent, stunned as he stands in the juncture between the kitchen and the main cafe area. He meets Yoongi’s eye for a second before his gaze moves to the counter. Taehyung frowns, then moves to stand where Namjoon was just a few minutes before. The idol had forgotten some of the napkins he asked Yoongi for. Yoongi doesn’t think anything of it, and he’s curious as to why Taehyung is so focused on them, until the younger boy’s eyes nearly grow twice in size.
Taehyung’s head snaps up towards Yoongi, his mouth opening and closing as he tries to speak. It causes both Jimin and Jungkook to be curious about the napkins too, and Jungkook goes next to Taehyung to see what has him so shocked.
“Hyung, he wrote his number on the napkin…”
“He what?” Both Jimin and Yoongi speak at the same time, but whereas Jimin’s nearly yells the words in excitement, Yoongi could only whispers the words out.
Jimin hurries over to the other side of the counter, stopping by the door to lock up and turn their open sign to closed so no one can come in anymore. None of them notice the colour leaving Yoongi’s face as the words truly register in his mind.
He wrote his number on the napkin. It’s familiar, too familiar. Yoongi thinks he might be dreaming again, stuck in an alcohol induced lucid dream where Kim Namjoon writes his number on a napkin after Yoongi shyly gave him his coffee order… Just like he wrote in the story he posted. Even the shattering of the cup had happened, exactly like he wrote it.
Yoongi thinks he might get sick.
“I’m going to be sick.” Yoongi says, and both Jungkook and Jimin share a look of concern.
“Don’t you love him, hyung? What’s the problem- you’re living every single fans dream?” Jimin asks. Jungkook moves over so that he’s next to Yoongi behind the counter, then puts a comforting hand on his shoulder, rubbing small circles with his thumb.
“No, no, I don’t-” Yoongi sighs, not knowing how to properly articulate what he’s feeling. Because isn’t Jimin right, in some sense? The younger boy doesn’t know about his nightly hobby, but doesn’t some part inside of him want a romantic relationship with Kim Namjoon, or at least someone like him? “He’s an idol, Jimin. He’s unattainable. It’s easy to imagine scenarios because of that fact. But they’re not real. They can’t be real…” Yoongi trails off on the last bit, not believing he just experienced a scene he had written.
“His number is right in front of us, hyung,” Jimin says gently. “It’s not a dream. Hell, at this point he’s not even unattainable. He’s obviously interested in you.”
Yoongi shakes his head, the nerves about the whole situation bubbling deep within his chest. “You don’t get it.”
“Is this about your stories?” Jungkook whispers in his ear, quietly enough that only Yoongi can hear his question.
Yoongi nods his head once, then takes his phone out of his pocket. He has a few email notifications on his screen, but he swipes them away. He opens his web browser, inputing the fan fiction website then clicks on his account. He scrolls until he reaches the meeting scene in the story, then hands his phone to Jungkook to read.
“Read this and tell me I’m not crazy.”
Taehyung and Jimin watch curiously as Jungkook focuses on Yoongi’s phone, his lips pursing and eyebrows furrowing as he continues reading. Yoongi shifts in his place, growing more nervous as the time passes. It’s clear that Jungkook has already read the part Yoongi was referencing, yet the younger boy hasn’t said a single word yet.
“You write really well, hyung.” Jungkook finally says as he hands Yoongi back his phone. Yoongi could only look up at him, his mouth opening then closing again at the answer.
“That’s all you have to say?”
“Is anyone going to explain what he just read?” Jimin asks before Jungkook could answer Yoongi’s question.
Yoongi’s face burns at the question, and starts stuttering out some vague explanation before Jungkook cuts him off.
“Yoongi-hyung writes fanfiction about the members of Cypher’s Moon. I guess he posted this one about Namjoon, and… I mean, the initial meeting scene is almost exactly what just happened right now.”
Both Taehyung and Jimin silently stare at him for a moment. Yoongi could feel himself grow even more red at the attention. He would’ve rather they laugh than just complete silence.
“What happens next?” Taehyung finally asks. “If the first part happened for real, maybe whatever happens next in the story will, too.”
“W-what? Nothing will happen, Taehyung. It was a weird coincidence.” Yoongi says.
“Kook? What happened after?” Taehyung ignores him.
“Nothing!” Yoongi says. “The next part won’t happen, there’s no use in discussing it. Please, can we just… forget about it?”
“Okay,” Taehyung holds his hands up in surrender, but his eyes are still twinkling. “Will you text him though?”
When Yoongi shakes his head, he wasn’t prepared for the loud shrieks of disbelief. All three of them try to convince Yoongi to at least give it a chance, but Yoongi wants nothing to do with it. The main character eventually ended up texting Namjoon, and that was the spark that blossomed the whole relationship. He’s not about to walk down that same path, no matter how much they whine at him.
“I’m not going to text him.” Yoongi decides, and while Jimin and Taehyung still complain that he’s throwing away a once in a lifetime opportunity, he doesn’t change his mind. And has no intention of changing it at all.
Kim Namjoon comes back for another coffee the next day.
But this time, Yoongi was prepared for it. If it’ll happen like it happened in his story, then this time Yoongi can conveniently go out to empty the trash before the idol can step foot into the cafe. He thought it through all night, sacrificing sleep to analyze his story and ensure that he won’t be caught off guard. The stats on his fic don’t even phase him, not as much as he thought it would. It’s doing fairly well, good even, but Yoongi wasn’t focused on that bit last night.
If what he wrote will truly become a reality, then Kim Namjoon will come back into the cafe in the afternoon, order the same thing he had the previous day, then strike up a conversation with Yoongi to ask if he had received his number.
So when the mid-afternoon lull begins that day, Yoongi is on guard. He keeps an eye on the window, looking at any passerby to see if it’s the idol before they reach the door. If Jimin notices how he’s acting more jittery today than usual, then he doesn’t mention it, and neither does Jungkook as he sits in the corner with a camera in his hand.
Yoongi straightens when he sees a tall man walk towards the cafe with a hat and a mask shielding his face. Yoongi has seen enough candid photos of the idol- either ones he posts himself or ones the company posts on his behalf- and he’s fairly certain that he can recognize Kim Namjoon from his casual attire anywhere.
“I’m taking the trash out, Jimin. It’s getting too stuffed.” Yoongi says, then quickly grabs the trash bag he had already prepared and goes to the back room within seconds. Distantly, Yoongi hears the bell ding signalling the arrival of a new customer. He walks quickly past Taehyung before he can question him, then opens the door to the back alley.
Once the door shuts, Yoongi drops the bag by his feet and exhales a large breath. Good, he thinks to himself. You’ve avoided him today, so now the story ends here. Just stay here long enough for Jimin to complete the order.
Yoongi loiters around the alley way, kicking a few rocks around as he waits. He counts to a hundred, hums the tune of a song twice, then counts to a hundred again for good measure. When he thinks enough time has passed, he picks the garbage bag up and actually puts it in his place, before he turns back to the door.
He pulls at it once, then twice, yet it doesn’t open. Yoongi frowns, then tries again. The door doesn’t budge, locked from the inside.
“Of course.” Yoongi mutters to himself. Most of the time the old door doesn’t even lock automatically like it’s supposed to. Of course the one time it does is when Yoongi is alone without his keys. He tries knocking on the door to get Taehyung to open it for him, but after three attempts with no such luck, Yoongi decides to just walk his way around back to the front.
He sighs as he exits the alleyway. Yoongi walks with his head down, focusing on the ground rather than what’s in front of him. Which probably wasn’t the wisest of choices, especially not when he knocks into someone rather harshly.
Yoongi loses his footing from the unexpected collision, and he expects to land straight on his butt when two strong hands grab his arms to stop him from falling.
“I’m so sorry.” Yoongi starts to detach himself from the stranger, but freezes in his tracks when he locks eyes with the one person he was avoiding.
Kim Namjoon smiles at him, his mask drawn down below his chin allowing Yoongi to see his dimples. His hands are still clutching Yoongi’s arms, but the hold is much lighter now that Yoongi has regained his balance.
“It’s you.” Namjoon says, and Yoongi can’t think of anything to say as a response. His lips slightly part, any possible words leaving his mind. It’s funny how he could write thousand of words in just a few hours about the very man in front of him, yet now that he needs the words to come to him, they fail him.
Yoongi looks down, breaking the eye contact he has with the idol. It’s then he notices the spill of coffee at their feet, with three cups sprawled on the floor.
“O-oh,” Yoongi mumbles, and he doesn’t know why but the sight has him upset. “I’m so sorry. I can pay you back? O-or make you new ones, free of charge.”
“Hey it’s fine, really,” Namjoon cuts off Yoongi’s rambling. Yoongi nods, still looking down at the puddle of coffee under their feet. Namjoon finally lets go of Yoongi’s arms, but places one hand on Yoongi’s shoulder gently to get his attention. “It’s okay. It’ll give me an excuse to actually talk with you as we walk back to the cafe together.”
Yoongi’s cheeks burn but he nods again. He hopes Namjoon doesn’t notice just how affected he is by his presence, even if it’s quite obvious. Namjoon takes his hand off of Yoongi’s shoulder as they start walking back to the cafe, and he keeps a respectable distance from Yoongi as he walks with the ghost of a smile on his face. Yoongi, on the other hand, is walking with his head ducked low, his heart hammering in his chest so fast he’s sure it’s going to bust out of him at any second.
“I wanted to ask,” Namjoon says, glancing towards Yoongi as they keep walking. “Did you receive the number I left behind for you yesterday?”
Yoongi stops in his tracks, his eyes widening at the question. He tried to avoid this exact interaction by taking out the trash, why is Namjoon asking him the same question he had asked the main character the second time they met? Yoongi avoided this.
Namjoon stops next to Yoongi, his head slightly tilting in a confused manner. If Yoongi wasn’t internally freaking out, he would’ve thought the action to be endearing. But he can’t do anything but stare up at Namjoon, then nod his head once after swallowing some of his nerves. It makes a smile bloom on Namjoon’s face, and he hums, content.
“I don’t mean to put you on the spot,” Namjoon says, and he resumes walking. Yoongi joins him, and he’s glad that Namjoon opted to continue at a slower pace. “I was just really hoping you got it.”
“I did.” Yoongi confirms again, and he mentally pats himself on the back for not stuttering out the answer.
“I’ll pretend I’m not hurt that I haven’t received a text yet.” Namjoon chuckles, and even Yoongi cracks a smile at the lighthearted tone the other boy used. “I’m assuming you know who I am?”
Yoongi nods again, speaking quietly as his eyes are downcast again towards the ground. “I do.”
“Well, I’d like to introduce myself to you anyway,” he smiles, his dimples showing. “I’m Namjoon.”
“Yoongi.”
“Yoongi,” Namjoon repeats. “I like it. It suits you.”
They reach the cafe before any more conversation can happen. Namjoon holds the door open for Yoongi, who shuffles inside quickly before making his way behind the counter. Jimin sends him a confused look that quickly forms into a grin when he notices that Namjoon is back. Yoongi ignores him, and goes to make the three drinks he caused Namjoon to drop.
At least this time, his hands shake a little bit less than the day before. He doesn’t spill any milk, and he’s able to hand Namjoon the tray much quicker this time. Namjoon watches him the whole time, and when the drinks are handed to him, he sends Yoongi a large smile that has him nearly dropping the tray in his hand.
“I’ll be looking forward to your text, Yoongi.” Namjoon says, before he nods his head in farewell to Jimin.
For the rest of his shift, Yoongi avoids any questions sent his way about Kim Namjoon. Mostly because he has no idea how to even begin answering anything relating to the idol. Ever since Namjoon stepped out of the cafe, Yoongi’s mind has been working on overdrive, trying and failing to figure why Namjoon has gotten a sudden interest in him. Excluding the terrifying fact that somehow, his reality is looking too much like his fictional world, Yoongi can’t wrap his mind around the fact that Kim Namjoon’s number is written on a napkin, placed neatly on his bedside table back at home, and the idol is waiting for his text.
There’s nothing special about Yoongi to have received that attention. He’s just a barista at his friend’s cafe that prefers to hide behind the counter and large coffee machine instead of interacting with people. He says as much to Jungkook that night when he questions him about it.
“Hyung,” Jungkook looks up from his camera to speak to him directly, his tone stern yet still gentle. “None of those things make you unworthy of receiving attention. Even Kim Namjoon’s attention.”
Yoongi sighs, fiddling with his fingers. “I just don’t understand why me? And how…” Yoongi swallows, turning over to look at Jungkook hoping he knows what he means without having to say the words.
“I don’t know the answer to that, hyung.” Jungkook softly says. He worries at his bottom lip for a moment, the gears turning in his head before his eyes meet Yoongi’s once again. “Maybe it’s better not to overthink it, hyung… I mean, it’s happening, and we can’t do anything about it. Why not enjoy it?”
“I don’t know, Kook…”
“You deserve good things happening to you, hyung,” Jungkook continues, not relenting despite Yoongi’s hesitation. “Kim Namjoon wants you to contact him, he sought you out and gave you his number for a reason. And if things don’t work out, at least you tried. But whatever happens, we'll be right there with you. Jimin, Taehyung, and I won’t leave you to deal with this on your own, okay?”
“Okay.” Yoongi says, barely above a whisper. He takes his phone out, and before he can overthink it any longer he sends a text to Kim Namjoon’s number, sealing his fate.
Cypher’s Moon have left Seoul after their small press conference a little over two weeks ago, yet Yoongi is still in contact with Kim Namjoon.
He’s a little surprised that they’ve been texting daily ever since Yoongi had sent that first message. Sometimes, Yoongi thinks he’s still dreaming because the longer he talks to Namjoon, the more he learns about him, and the more he’s slowly starting to fall for the idol. He’s always known a lot about Namjoon given that he’s been a fan for a while, but now that he’s having more personal conversations with the other man, Yoongi feels as if he’s actually getting to know the real Kim Namjoon, rather than Idol Kim Namjoon.
He’s much more outspoken than Yoongi previously thought. And while he’s as profound as his lyrics made Yoongi think, Namjoon has moments where he sends Yoongi the most unhinged, silliest texts that leave him giggling softly to himself in the middle of the night.
It's odd to Yoongi how fast and deep he's gotten with Kim Namjoon. He's always had a certain appreciation for the idol, already had feelings towards him as a fan would to a celebrity, but it's different to how Yoongi feels now. Considering the fact that so many scenes of his fic are somehow becoming reality the more he talks to the idol, it makes sense that Yoongi would start to fall for Namjoon even more. He's bringing to life the little fantasies Yoongi had imagined with himself in the centre.
“Hyung, as much as I love watching you get all doe-eye and soft while looking at your phone, it makes for a quite… dull biopic. Unless you let me zoom in on those texts.” Jungkook’s voice startles Yoongi, who immediately pockets his phone at being called out.
“I told you to use Jimin or Taehyung instead.” Yoongi says, turning around as to shield his pink-tinted cheeks from his younger friend and his camera.
“Nonsense, hyung. I don’t see either of them flirting with an idol from the biggest boy band in the world. Or having predicted the exact way said idol would flirt with them.”
Yoongi rolls his eyes, but doesn’t answer. He makes Jungkook a coffee to shut him up, then continues on with his shift, ignoring the occasional vibrations from his pocket indicating a new text. With the afternoon rush coming in, Yoongi’s shift ends before he knows it. He walks side by side with Jungkook as they head home. He hasn’t yet checked any of his new messages after Jungkook’s comment, and his hands are itching to open his phone and read what Namjoon has sent him.
Yoongi couldn’t run into his room any faster, Jungkook’s laughter heard through their apartment until he closes the door. Yoongi settles himself in bed, finally pulling his phone out to answer the texts Namjoon had sent him throughout the day.
[Not Kim Namjoon]
bad news
we have to go to america for some Top Secret Idol Business
which means i’ll have less time to meet with you for a few days :(
[Min Yoongi]
oh, it’s okay
will you share what that Top Secret Idol Business is?
in return for not being able to talk to me, that is
[Not Kim Namjoon]
so bold all of a sudden
what happened to that shy guy i gave my number to?
[Min Yoongi]
shut up
you know i like to be kept up to date
[Not Kim Namjoon]
right
well it’s totally not a surprise appearance at a certain festival
why would you assume such a silly thing
[Min Yoongi]
so sorry
obviously that was wrong of me, i apologize
[Not Kim Namjoon]
you’re forgiven if you send me a cute pic
[Min Yoongi]
suddenly my camera is broken oh no
[Not Kim Namjoon]
was worth a try lol
one day i’ll get a cute pic from you, mark my words
[Min Yoongi]
mhm i admire your persistence
[Not Kim Namjoon]
thank you, i’m glad my efforts aren’t going unnoticed
i have to go pack, we’re leaving in a few hours
i’ll try to text you when we land
[Min Yoongi]
have a safe flight
and good luck with your Top Secret not performance
i’m totally not looking forward to tuning in to that
[Not Kim Namjoon]
why thank you very much for your non-support
sleep well, yoon
[picture sent]
Yoongi buries his face in his pillow at the picture Namjoon had sent him, muffling the excited noises that leave him. He feels like a little school girl every time Namjoon texts him, and especially when he sends him a picture of himself. He can tell this one was taken right at this moment, if the mess of clothing in the background is anything to go by. Yoongi lets out a sigh as he turns off his phone, content with the conversation but a little upset at the news. He eyes his laptop on his nightstand as he tosses his phone to the side, hesitating on grabbing it.
Ever since he started talking to Namjoon- both from the messages and from the times he visited the cafe while still in Seoul- he hasn’t written any new stories even as his mind creates new scenarios. His nightly routine has changed to texting rather than writing, seeing as he has the real thing now. But he’d be lying if he said he doesn’t miss it. Writing used to relax him, it allowed him for forget all of the stress of the day and channel his emotions into words.
He picks up his laptop, opening a blank document and just starts writing. The words come to Yoongi easily, his story building without having to put much thought into it. Yoongi hasn’t truly processed how much time has truly passed until he’s completed the story, nor did he realize the type of story he had written.
He doesn’t think much before he decides to actually post this one. He was surprised when reading all of the comments left on his first fic that he published, and while he’s still a little hesitant to share his work, he kind of wants to share this one. Before he can talk himself out of it, Yoongi titles and summarizes the fic, then publishes his second ever Cypher’s Moon fan fiction; an established relationship long distance alternate universe.
Even he can agree that it’s a little bit self-indulgent, especially given the news he had just received. But already Yoongi feels a tad bit lighter, just a little bit happier. And maybe a Seokjin-biased fan would appreciate the fact that he had written one centered around him and the main character this time.
Yoongi doesn’t dwell too long on it, closing his laptop after the post had been published. It’s fine if he indulges himself even if he’s closer to Namjoon now, he reasons with himself. Especially when he’s able to sleep without worrying too much about the break in contact between the two of them for a few days.
“Did something happen between you and Namjoon?” Jungkook asks.
Yoongi pauses, his chopsticks halfway to his mouth already. He sets his utensils down, opting to take a drink of water before answering Jungkook. “No. Nothing happened.”
Jungkook frowns at him from across the table, his own meal forgotten as he stares at Yoongi. “You’re lying.”
“I’m not. Nothing happened at all.” Yoongi says, and it’s somewhat the truth. Nothing has happened. Not one message ever since that night exactly one week ago. Not even the promised message that Namjoon had arrived safely in the other country. Yoongi had only found out from scrolling through his Twitter account.
“Okay… then what’s gotten you so upset?”
Yoongi sighs, then shrugs. He picks at his food now, suddenly not hungry anymore. Jungkook stares at him for a moment longer, then stands, walking to the edge of the table to turn his camera off.
“I thought you needed more domestic footage?” Yoongi asks, but Jungkook ignores him. The younger boy moves the camera away, then sits down on the chair right next to Yoongi. He turns Yoongi sideways so that they’re facing each other, and Yoongi can only look at Jungkook’s concerned face for a second before he looks down at their laps instead.
“Hyung. Please tell me what’s wrong? You’ve been moping all week.” Jungkook takes Yoongi’s hands in his when he starts fiddling with them, giving them a light squeeze in comfort.
“It’s stupid,” Yoongi starts, closing his eyes as he releases a breath. “I let myself believe in a dream that can never become a reality.”
Jungkook frowns. “Did he say something?”
Yoongi shrugs again, shaking his head. “He didn’t say anything at all. He lost interest in me, I guess. I should’ve known better than to fall for an idol when I’m just… me.”
Jungkook’s frown deepens at Yoongi’s words, his bottom lip jutting out in a small pout. “It’s his loss, hyung. I’m calling Jimin and Taehyung, and we’re getting drunk. Forget all about him.”
“Kook, you don’t need to bother-”
“Hyung, I’m calling them. It’s ‘Love Yoongi Night’, they’ll be here within minutes.” Jungkook cuts him off.
Jungkook is right with the timing. They barely have the chance to put away their unfinished food before there’s aggressive knocking on their door. As soon as Yoongi opens the door, he’s tackled by his two friends into a group hug that nearly knocks the air out of him. They cling onto him even as they lead him back to the living room, settling themselves down on the floor in front of the couch. Jungkook joins them soon after with drinks in his hands, passing one to each of them before squeezing himself between Yoongi and Jimin.
They don’t talk about Kim Namjoon or Cypher’s Moon at all that night. His younger three friends make jokes, tell funny stories, go on long tangents about random facts they’ve learned. They make conversation about everything and anything, as long as it kept a smile on Yoongi’s face, then they continued.
It’s only when they’ve all had maybe a bit too much to drink that the conversation lulls, when suddenly the atmosphere is a bit too serious. Yoongi’s head is leaning on Jungkook’s shoulder, his hands holding a drink he hasn’t sipped from in a while. There’s a slight downturn to his lips when he considers their situation; how not long ago they were in a similar position that lead Yoongi to posting his first fic, that then somehow turned into a reality.
“I’m so stupid for actually falling for him.” Yoongi whispers, his throat tight. Jungkook tightens his hold around his shoulder, bringing Yoongi even closer to him.
“You’re far from stupid, hyung.” Taehyung says, wrapping himself around Yoongi too from his other side. Jimin joins in on the hug, rubbing a soothing pattern on his thigh.
Yoongi sighs, then relaxes further into his friends’ hold. They stay cuddled up on the floor for the rest of the night, all three of them offering some sort of physical comfort to Yoongi. Jimin keeps rubbing soothing patterns on his legs, Taehyung runs his fingers through his hair, and Jungkook allows him to rest on his shoulder, with the younger boy softly humming.
His throat is still tight when he thinks of the idol, or when he remembers some of their deeper talks with each other. He swallows hard when he pictures Namjoon’s dimpled smile sent his way when he received his coffee order, or the late night texts he’d send Yoongi when he’s still stuck in his studio. He thinks of the teasing he’d receive when he couldn’t meet Namjoon’s eye even as they got to know each other, or the light banter sent through text whenever the idol asked for a picture of Yoongi in return of one of his own.
He thinks of the small 'dates' they used to go on- where Namjoon would bring him to fancier cafe, where they would share coffee and pastries in a secret little corner. He thinks of when Namjoon would bring him to his building, showing him his studio, his little figurines, his drafts that he'd be working on. He thinks of those late night phone calls, where Yoongi should definitely be asleep but it's the only time Namjoon had to really talk, and they'd stay up, sharing soft conversations until Yoongi doses off with the line still connected. He thinks of the subtle touches when he would give Namjoon his coffee order, of the lingering stare before he leaves, of the soft smiles. He thinks of everything he's ever done with Namjoon, wondering where he went wrong.
It’s only when he hears the deep, steady breaths from all three of his friends does he let his first tear fall.
Yoongi is quiet the next day at work.
He keeps to himself as he always does behind the counter, but even during the slower hours where there’s only one customer sitting in their cafe, he’s quiet. Jimin and Taehyung chat quietly among themselves near him, close enough that Yoongi could easily include himself in the conversation if he wanted to. They left him a space, talking quietly but loud enough that if Yoongi actually focuses on his surroundings, he would hear them perfectly from his place.
But he doesn’t. He stays near the coffee machine, wiping the counter, then the machine, then the counter again just to keep himself busy. He’s almost glad that Jungkook had a class earlier in the morning, making him unable to follow Yoongi around with his camera until afterwards.
“Oh, shit.” Jimin says loudly, then looks over at Yoongi before both he and Taehyung slightly turn, both of them focusing on one of their phones.
Yoongi pauses in his cleaning, looking over at them. They’re focused intently on the screen in front of them, both of their faces scrunched up, until whatever they’re watching surprises them, causing them both to widen their eyes, then look directly at Yoongi.
“What?”
“Hyung, you need to watch this.” Jimin says, extending his arm to pass him the phone. Yoongi gets closed to them, then pauses when he sees the video they were watching.
It’s the surprise performance Cypher’s Moon had at the festival in America. Yoongi nearly forgot that was the reason why Namjoon left, that he was busy preparing to perform at the show that happened just a few days before. He looks up at Jimin and Taehyung, his fingers clutching the phone tightly.
“Why do you want me to watch this?”
“Just press play hyung… trust us.” Taehyung answers. Yoongi looks back down at the phone, the screen paused with Namjoon’s face right in the middle of it. He looks back up for a second at his friends, then back at the phone after seeing their expectant faces.
Sighing, Yoongi presses play. He worries at his lip as he watches Namjoon walk around the stage, with Seokjin tapping him twice on the shoulder and Hoseok sending him a thumbs up. The screams die down a little when Namjoon brings the mic up to his lips, and his next words have Yoongi nearly dropping the phone.
“This next song is very special to me,” Namjoon starts in English. “For my person back in Seoul. I’m sorry, I’m thinking about you.” Namjoon says in Korean, then the notes start. Yoongi doesn’t recognize it, and it seems as if the crowd doesn’t either as the screams get louder at the new song.
Yoongi is quiet during the entirety of the song. He’s transfixed on the screen, uncaring of his surroundings. He barely feels when Jimin gets close to him, or when Taehyung places a hand on his shoulder. He doesn’t hear the ding of the door opening, announcing the arrival of a new customer. His eyes and ears are focused only on Namjoon, and the song he’s singing, the lyrics flowing out and hitting Yoongi straight in the chest.
The video keeps playing even after Namjoon’s solo song is over. But even as the next song starts, the previous one is stuck in Yoongi’s head, the words bouncing in his head.
“Yoongi.”
Yoongi’s head snaps up at the voice, his whole body tensing at the familiar deep voice. His eye meets Namjoon’s briefly before he looks away. Jimin moves over, standing protectively in front of Yoongi. Even if his face doesn’t show any hatred towards the idol, he stands up straighter in case Yoongi doesn’t want to speak to him.
“Yoongi,” Namjoon repeats, but this time his tone is apologetic. He looks down briefly at the phone still in Yoongi’s hand, the video still playing the show. The corner of his mouth twitches, a crack of a smile forming on his face. “It’s called Trivia: Love.”
Yoongi swallows, then nods, opting to keep staring at Jimin’s shoulder rather than Namjoon. He doesn’t trust his voice to speak yet.
Namjoon shifts, eyeing both Jimin and Taehyung before looking back at Yoongi. “Can we talk? Please?”
Yoongi hesitates for a moment before he nods again, gesturing towards the kitchen in the back. Namjoon sends him a small grateful smile before he makes his way around the counter. Before Yoongi can turn to the kitchen, Jimin clasps his hand, stopping him for a moment.
“We’ll be here if you need us, hyung.” Yoongi squeezes Jimin’s hand before he lets go, then opens the door to the kitchen with Namjoon following behind him.
Yoongi leans against a counter as Namjoon stands in front of him, his eyes darting everywhere but towards the idol. He hears Namjoon sigh before he speaks.
“I don’t know where to even begin…”
“Why didn’t you contact me?” Yoongi asks quietly, his arms wrapping around his middle.
“I know it’s going to sound like I’m making this up,” Yoongi looks up at Namjoon when he starts speaking, the idol nervously scratching the back of his neck. “I, uh. Lost my phone. At the airport. Or it got stolen but… I didn’t have it for the whole trip.”
“Oh.”
“And I couldn’t remember your number to contact you from Jin-hyung or Hobi’s phone. I know that doesn’t excuse anything… I was really hoping you were tuned into the show. To at least know I was still thinking about you. And to, uh,” Namjoon hesitates for a moment. “To hear the song. Your… song.”
“Oh.” Yoongi says again, quieter this time.
“I know that doesn’t make it better, and I would understand if you’re upset. I would be too, but just know I really didn’t mean- hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Namjoon approaches him, his face full of concern as he brings his thumb to softly stroke a tear from Yoongi’s cheek.
Yoongi gently shakes his head, leaning into the touch as Namjoon keeps wiping the stray tears that escape him. “I thought you got bored of me.”
“I could never.” Namjoon wipes away the remaining tears from his cheeks, then tilts Yoongi’s chin up to look at him. “You were in my thoughts the whole time. I’m so sorry I made you feel that way.”
Yoongi brings his eyes down, not able to keep the eye contact too long with Namjoon looking at him the way he is. He feels silly for letting himself cry in front of him, even sillier for allowing himself to feel so heartbroken this whole week over a simple mistake.
“Do you really feel that way?” Yoongi looks back up at Namjoon now, meeting the idol’s questioning expression. “The song… is that really how you feel?”
Namjoon smiles then, wide and genuine. “It is.”
“Oh.” Yoongi says, his face heating up. Namjoon is still close to him, his hand still caressing Yoongi’s face, and suddenly the more upsetting atmosphere has turned into something more, something intimate.
“Is that too much?” Namjoon asks, slightly leaning more towards Yoongi.
Yoongi shakes his head, a barely audible ‘no’ leaving his lips when Namjoon’s forehead rests on his. Yoongi closes his eyes on instinct, focusing on the light breath he can feel and hoping his face isn’t as red as it feels.
“Can I kiss you?” Namjoon asks, his tone gentle. Yoongi nods, letting Namjoon tilt his chin back up after separating, only to lean back down and press their lips together.
Yoongi has had a few kisses in the past. Some were sweet, while others were more desperate. He’s written multiple kissing scenes himself, diving into the emotions felt, the sensation of the lips pressing together, the feelings in their guts. How a kiss could make them dizzy, make them feel the longing, or fill them with so much love they can’t focus on anything else.
But right now, with Namjoon moving his lips against Yoongi’s, kissing him in the gentlest way possible, Yoongi can’t find the words to describe what he’s feeling. He melts into the kiss, his hand coming up to grip Namjoon’s arm as the idol’s hands brushes his cheeks.
“This part didn’t happen like this in my story.” Yoongi whispers before he can stop himself, slightly separating himself from Namjoon.
“What?”
Yoongi shakes his head, tugging at Namjoon’s shirt until he bends down to reconnect their lips, both of them oblivious to the three pairs of eyes spying on them from a crack in the door.
“Hyung, two americanos and one latte pretty please.” Jimin calls out to him.
“Mhm, already started them Minnie.”
Yoongi focuses on his tasks, steaming the milk to create the perfect foam for the latte. He tilts the cup in his hand, swirling the milk to then create an image with the foam. No shaky hands or spilled milk this time as he hands Namjoon his order, a shy expectant smile on his face as the idol looks down at the cup.
Namjoon let’s out a laugh at the sight, his hands gently maneuvering the cup as to look at the full design.
“You’re the cutest.” He says, snapping a picture of the latte art version of their most recent album cover.
“Shut up.” Yoongi turns around, hiding his flustered face by finishing the last two drinks in his order. Namjoon quietly laughs from behind him still, watching Yoongi as he continues to work.
“We’re still on for tonight, right?” Namjoon asks.
Yoongi nods, handing Namjoon the two other drinks in his order. The idol smiles in thanks, but makes no move to leave anytime soon. “Yes, the showing starts at exactly 8.”
“We’ll be there at 7:30 then.”
Namjoon finishes his coffee standing at the counter next to Yoongi, both of them idly talking as Yoongi works. Even after the idol leaves, a mask and a hat hiding his face, Yoongi still has a soft smile adorning his face as he works. He ignores Jimin’s teasing throughout his shift. Ever since he and Namjoon have officially started dating, Jimin has been relentless in his teasing, always bringing up the fact whenever Yoongi looks like he’s in a lovestruck daze. Yoongi can’t even say anything in response because even he agrees, he’s in too deep.
Jimin and Taehyung join Yoongi on his walk back to his apartment. They stopped by the convenience store to stock up on some snacks and drinks for the night, getting enough for seven people. They waste no time once they reach the apartment to display all of the things they bought. Yoongi prepares the living area to accommodate a large group as best as he can, adding pillows and blankets to the floor for anyone who might not be able to fit onto the couches.
Jungkook joins them soon after, getting home from his classes and immediately helping Yoongi with the setup. The four of them finish right on time for a knock to sound at the door, indicating the arrival of the other three.
Yoongi opens the door to an already smiling Namjoon, who as he enters slightly leans down to press a kiss to Yoongi’s forehead as a greeting. Yoongi’s cheeks heat up at the display, especially in front of both Seokjin and Hoseok who he’s only met in person twice before this.
Namjoon grabs his hand and brings Yoongi with him towards the living room after they’ve taken off their shoes, both Seokjin and Hoseok following along and silently teasing their band member among themselves.
After brief introductions, with both Jimin and Taehyung starstruck at finally having met the two other members of Cypher’s Moon, they all settle themselves comfortably to be able to watch Jungkook’s showing of his biopic on his university’s live channel.
Yoongi shares a seat with Namjoon, both of them squeezing themselves on the single couch, while Hoseok and Seokjin share the double couch, and the other three on the floor at their feet. The film starts at exactly 8, with a brief slideshow of old photos and videos Yoongi got from his mother from when he was a child.
Namjoon tightens his hold around Yoongi’s waist as they watch Yoongi grow up on the screen, with Jungkook’s voice narrating his young life. Soon enough, the screen fades to black, only to show present-time Yoongi working behind the counter at the cafe.
Yoongi recognizes the day right away. It’s the day after he posted his fic, the day where Namjoon walks into the cafe and writes his number on the napkin for Yoongi.
It seems almost surreal, watching it from an outsider perspective. Yoongi hadn’t even noticed how often the idol looked back towards him throughout his conversation with Jimin, or his concerned look after Yoongi dropped the cup and ran towards the kitchen.
Nearly all of his interactions with Namjoon were filmed by Jungkook. Every single day that Namjoon visited the cafe is captured on film, with Yoongi’s face glowing red even through the screen.
“Yoongi-hyung you’re so cute!” Hoseok laughs, and there’s a murmur of agreement between the whole group as they watch their interactions together.
Yoongi hides his face behind his hands, his friends’ laughter continuing as they watch what a flustered mess Yoongi was whenever he spoke with Namjoon initially. Even Namjoon laughs quietly, telling Yoongi he shouldn’t be embarrassed, that it was endearing to him. This only serves to make Yoongi even more flustered.
They continue watching the film, and Yoongi is amazed at how much more interesting Jungkook has made his life seem. Even the more domestic scenes of the both of them in the apartment are entertaining to him, and he makes a mental note to tell Jungkook just how proud of him Yoongi is.
“So fanfiction, huh?” Namjoon says quietly in his ear once it comes up in the narration of the film, a smirk apparent in his tone. “How’s the real thing compare? Did your story end in the same way it started?”
“It’s much better than anything I could ever come up with.” Yoongi says, looking Namjoon straight in the eye. The idol leans down, pecking Yoongi’s lips once before turning his attention back to the screen, a soft smile still on his face.
Yoongi leans into Namjoon, watching the end of the film Jungkook has created on him. He smiles to himself, thinking back on that one drunken night he had posted his fic. Even if it might all be coincidental, he likes to believe it was the catalyst for meeting Namjoon. He’ll forever hold that fic close to his heart, grateful it has allowed him to find love with Kim Namjoon.