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Min Yoongi hated waiting in lines.
Though still, every morning he waited at his favorite coffee shop on his way to work. The bustling, busy minded people were always loud, always obnoxious, and always rushed as they queued in front of him, and it always made him curse them under his breath. Too many times he would be bumped into, some of those resulting in spilled coffee on his shirt and insincere apologies as the person would gather themselves up to head out the door.
Even as the 7th person in line, Yoongi could still hear the chime of the barista behind the counter; his warm laughter richer than any coffee he could serve and making a smile of his own bloom across his lips, despite his grumpy mood. Shuffling forward as the line shifted, he caught a glimpse of golden blonde hair as the boy beamed with each customer- regardless of whether they smiled back at him or not. Yoongi lost himself as he watched the blonde, who grinned even when he turned to stir someone’s coffee, always making casual conversation that left each customer mirroring his smile before they left. It was his favorite aspect, as there was absolutely no one who wasn’t touched by Jung Hoseok’s radiant sunshine; sunshine that spilled along dull, cracked countertops and warmed hearts even if only for a moment in their morning.
And it made Yoongi grin to himself as he remembered that unlike everyone else in the room, only he got the exquisite enjoyment of making sure Hoseok felt the same way. Only he got to kiss the sweet of his lips when he finally got home, and only he got to feel the heat of his body when they curled up at night-even though at times it got too hot, and Yoongi would swear in his head that next time this happened he’d push him away, though he could never bring himself to do it. Yoongi was the only one that got to experience the little things, things outside of coffee beans and delicate pastries.
He didn’t realize how lost in his thoughts he was until he felt his fingertips rest along the counter as they did every morning, the cool surface snapping him away from his mind. His gaze lingered along Hoseok’s back before he finally turned around, sliding a cup over, and wearing a bigger smile now than he had with any of his previous customers.
“Large iced caramel macchiato.” He grinned before resting his hands on his hips. “You don’t have to stop by every morning anymore, you know? You’re gonna get sick of me too fast after just moving in.”
Yoongi shrugged as he pocketed the five he had pulled from his jeans, knowing Hoseok would reject his payment because they’d had this conversation 12 times before. “I don’t mind.” He offered.
“You wait 20 minutes every morning just to come get a coffee that I can make you at home.” Hoseok rolled his eyes. “And I know how much you hate standing in line.”
Shrugging again, Yoongi used the sip of his drink to serve as a reason to stand in front of him for just a few more seconds- just a little longer to relish in the way his heart still fluttered with every word that fell from Hoseok’s lips, with the laughter that would fill the room and leave his skin with an undeniable warmth.
“I don’t mind.” He finally offered, making the pair grin at the small white lie that held more truth than Hoseok could ever understand.