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Yoongi never really hated his job at the local Starbucks that much. He just hated when he got a snobby customer here and there. And this kid might have been the snobbiest customer he’s ever had. He knew him from university as probably the most popular kid in his sophomore class. Yoongi, being a senior, and an antisocial pessimist, wanted nothing to do with the bright (and kind of cute, but not that Yoongi noticed) smile and outgoing stature of Park Jimin. Sure, Yoongi played basketball, but it’s not like he was the most liked person. The best player, yes, but also someone that people resented having on the team because of his “annoying” quietness. How could someone who doesn’t talk to you annoy you, Yoongi wondered often.
Now, as Jimin walked through the front door, bringing the sunshine in with his smile, Yoongi knew. He had never spoken a word to the kid or even acknowledged him in his presence when passing in the hallway, but something about how he just knew how good he looked (not that Yoongi noticed) really irritated Yoongi.
But Yoongi put that aside and gave his best smile at the younger, whose smile, if that was possible, brightened even more, blinding Yoongi from his senses.
“Ah, and what can I get for you today?” Yoongi tried to sound friendly enough but he knew it never worked. He always sounded annoyed, no matter how hard he tried.
“I’ll have whatever you’re having,” Jimin winked and Yoongi may have died on the spot. A very violent blush crept onto his cheeks as he tried to control his heartbeat. Jimin laughed an exquisite (not that Yoongi noticed) laugh and his friend, who Yoongi did not even see until now, joined in.Yoongi scrunched his nose a bit, this kid looked familiar. And then he recalled the many times he’d seen him hanging out with his co-worker, Jungkook. Yoongi thought green hair must be in season. Seeing as the younger’s bangs were dyed green, as well as Yoongi’s entire head, though the younger’s was definitely a few shades darker. After his fit of laughter, Jimin spoke again, “I’m just kidding man, lighten up. A venti Very Berry Hibiscus refresher will do.”
Yoongi tried to play off his embarrassment but he could still feel his face burning. “And your name?” Of course he knew it, but isn’t that kind of creepy? Just knowing his name shouldn’t be creepy, but Yoongi wanted to be as safe as possible.
“Park Jimin. But you can call me the man of your dreams.” Yoongi sputtered, his skin practically on fire as he scribbled some kind of insult onto the cup. Yoongi did that to everyone who annoyed him, though he wrote them subtly so if he was questioned by his manager, he would be able to play it off as a compliment. Then, he called Jungkook out of the break room to make the drink.
“Learn some manners when talking to your seniors,” Yoongi muttered to Jimin, who shrugged and walked to the pick up counter.
As soon as Kookie saw the older boy to Jimin’s right, his face was a dark shade of red. “Ah, hello Taehyung.” He nodded at his elder before shyly grabbing the cup from Yoongi and moving to work.
“And what can I get for you, Taehyung?” Yoongi smiled again. Tae’s face was blank as he stared at the menu, mouth slightly ajar. He squinted his eyes and his lips formed a rectangular smile, all terth, when he looked back to Yoongi.
“I’ll have the hot chocolate with extra whipped cream.” Jimin seemed to roll his eyes.
“Tae, you always get that, I don’t know why you even looked at the menu.” His tone was playful, but Taehyung pouted at him anyway. Their conversation was interrupted by a short laugh from Jungkook.
“Order ready for ‘Small Child.’” Jungkook said in a raised voice. Yoongi could feel Jimin’s fiery gaze on him but he couldn’t help but smile, still.
“I’m not that much shorter than you, you know.” Jimin said to Yoongi, who shrugged.
“Every centimeter counts.” He went back to manning the register before he could catch the younger’s reaction. He saw Jimin and Taehyung take a seat by the window toward the front of the store and couldn’t help but smirk to himself. He glanced in the direction of the front door, looking through the glass to the streets beyond. It was a nice day and Yoongi really wanted to be at the beach, or walking in a park, somewhere working on his music. Summer was less fun when all of your hours were spent in a dead-end job so you could have money to have the career of your choice. Yoongi, of course, wanted to be a music producer, or maybe even a rapper. He was deep in thought when he noticed Jungkook staring at Taehyung.
“What’s going on between you two?” Yoongi tried to hide his interest by keeping his voice as monotone as possible. The seating area was practically empty, as it normally was on a sunday afternoon. Really in general in the summer, it was too hot for coffee.
“Hm?” Jungkook seemed to be pulled out of a trance, jumping a little as he looked over to Yoongi, startled by his words. “Oh, uh, nothing, really.” Yoongi noticed how quickly he spit out his words and how his face seemed to deepen in redness the more he spoke. He raised an eyebrow at the younger. Jungkook sighed. When he didn’t say anything more, Yoongi decided not to press. Jungkook was just only 18, after all. Just out of highschool, about to start his first semester of college. He was new to the whole idea of being his own person and having crushes that could actually mean something in the future. Yoongi had an adoration for Jungkook and he wanted him to sort out his feelings on his own. If he asked for help, Yoongi would help, of course, but otherwise, he wanted to stay out of it.
“We get out in ten,” Yoongi noted, glancing at the clock on the wall, then back to Jungkook. “Am I still taking you back to your place?” Jungkook nodded.
“If you could, that would be great,” he shifted his weight onto the counter. “I have somewhere to be tonight and I’d rather not walk home so I have time to shower and get ready.” Yoongi gave him a strange stare. The younger never really tried to dress up for anything, being a teenage boy.
“What’s so important that you’re showering for it.” Yoongi couldn’t hide the amusement in his voice. Jungkook’s face flushed as he looked away.
“Taehyung and I are going out later on,” Jungkook’s voice was a mixture between a mumble and a whisper and Yoongi had to strain his ears to hear what he said at all.
“Woah…” Was all Yoongi could muster. He tried to think of a response but he was only good in writing and rhyme and didn’t think Jungkook would enjoy a poem at the moment. So he settled for silence. It wasn’t uncomfortable, Yoongi enjoyed the quiet, but it made it so much easier to eavesdrop on conversation. Jimin and Taehyung were the only two customers in the lobby and voices carried wonderfully in the open cafe.
Though Yoongi knew they were talking, he wasn’t sure exactly what they were saying, only picking up on a few words here and there. But his interest was certainly piqued when he heard the mention of not only Kookie’s name, but also Yoongi’s.
Yoongi was wondering what could possibly have brought up his own name when he heard the clock sound, signaling the end of his shift. He sighed in relief and looked to Jungkook who looked just the same as he felt. They both cleaned up the station a bit, welcoming the employees taking over their shift at their leave, before they rushed out of the cafe, emitting a smile and wave from the two boys by the window.
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Maybe Yoongi’s evening lecture wouldn’t have been that bad if he could stop thinking about that brat from work earlier in the day. He couldn’t get Jimin’s dazzling (not that Yoongi noticed) bright orange hair, or his adorable (not that Yoongi noticed) moon shaped eyes out of his head. That kid was annoying.
Jin, who was sitting to Yoongi’s right, seemed to notice his distractedness, and pulled the younger aside after class.
“Okay, spill,” Jin used the lingo of a teenage girl in high school.
“No,” Yoongi’s answer didn’t exactly surprise Jin, following the shorter boy out of the classroom and into the hall.
“Come on, Yoongi,” Jin smirked. “Or should I say Suga.” Yoongi groaned.
“No, you should NOT say Suga. Nobody calls me that. The name will never stick. And I’m not THAT pale, geez,” Yoongi’s monotone voice never failed to amuse Jin.
“Okay, now really, what is going on. Did you meet a boy?” Jin’s eyes widened and Yoongi thought they looked really similar to a puppy’s.
“Jin, I’m not gay,” Yoongi informed his elder.
“Yoongi,” Jin’s voice was doused in annoyance.
“What?”
“You’ve had romantic relationships with men,” Jin rolled his eyes at Yoongi.
“Okay, I have to admit, you got me there. I mean, MAYBE,” Yoongi pondered the thought.
“I cannot believe you actually have to think about how blatantly gay you are,” Jin scoffed.
“Oh, like you and Namjoon aren’t as gay as it gets.” Yoongi’s patience was wearing thin.
“Hey, I never said there was anything wrong with it. And since when are me and Namjoon together, I don’t recall that happening.” Both of their voices rang with defensiveness and that’s when Yoongi knows he probably needs to shut up.
“His name is Park Jimin,” It had been silent for a good ten minutes and Yoongi’s abruptness scared the older half to death. Once he recovered, though, Yoongi started to regret telling.
“Park Jimin? Like THE Park Jimin? Like the Park Jimin that is in vocals class with me and signs like a literal angel? THAT Park Jimin?” Jin sounded completely astounded and Yoongi couldn’t help but to feel slightly offended.
Yoongi told him except it came out as a flat “Yes,” followed by a glare.
“Didn’t think he was quite your type,” Jin’s voice had a ring of amusement surrounding it.
“And what exactly do you think my type is?” Yoongi stopped walking, Jin doing the same a few paces ahead, turning to look at the shorter.
“See, I can’t seem to figure that out,” The elder smiled slyly. “I’ve known you for a good four years and I have never been able to pick out a type for you. You, an angry ball of hate, tend to surround yourself with hyper balls of energy, such as Hoseok, Namjoon, Jungkook, and myself, on occasion.”
“And Jimin doesn’t fit into that category of annoying children?” Yoongi began walking again.
“Jimin is anything but happy,” Jin’s voice dropped at least two octaves and it sent shivers down Yoongi’s spine, as the older caught up to him.
“What do you mean?” Jin just smiled sadly.
“You’ll find out eventually, I guess,” and that was when Jin turned and walked up the front steps of his dorm, leaving Yoongi alone to solve the mystery that was Park Jimin.