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It was distracting. Uncomfortable. Bothersome. Awkward.
Whatever Kim Freaking Seokjin was doing, he needed to stop. Immediately.
Yoongi was in the middle of jotting down what he believed to be his next masterpiece, the right words floating in the air above his head, teasing him like a playful lover, only waiting for him to capture them in perfect verses on the paper in front of him forever. And he could almost physically sense their presence, so close and right under his fingertips. Nevertheless, they dispersed as quickly and suddenly as they had come to him when the Student Body Vice President entered the café, scaring them away with his big doe eyes looking right at him.
By the corner of his eye, Yoongi saw him sipping his overpriced sugary imitation of coffee and like always, piercing his soul with a stare that was, what, judging? Scornful? Mocking? It could be understandable, since Yoongi played the role of a constant pain in the ass of the Student Council, especially its President, way too often and way too gladly. Well, whichever awful thought was written on Seokjin’s face, Yoongi needed to put an end to the staring because he wouldn’t let some broad-shouldered eye candy Vice President prevent him from meeting his Muse.
He put the unlit cigarette, which he had been holding between his fingers out of habit, down next to his cup of black espresso. After one annoyed sigh and few lazy steps, he sat at Seokjin’s table, right across the very perplexed man.
“Okay, listen, I don’t know what’s your fucking deal, but if you have some kind of problem with me, speak up.”
“Excuse me?” Seokjin asked, his voice a bit higher than usual and eyes ready to pop out.
Irritated, Yoongi frowned – he had no time to waste, definitely not on Seokjin playing dumb.
“Just spill it, I don’t like people beating around a bush.” He leaned back with his arms crossed over his chest. “You know, I feel quite crept out by the way you stare daggers at me everytime we meet.”
Blink. Blink. Blink. Seokjin’s eyes kept blinking in confusion before he frantically waved his hands in front of him.
“Wait, what? No, no, I don’t stare daggers-“
“Is it the cig? Or my hair? Clothes? Not really ass kissing attitude? For your information, the cigarette is untouched and we’re not high schoolers anymore nor at school grounds for you to care if I am violating school rules, dresscode or whatever. So tell your president to shut it.”
“But that’s not- I’m not going to get you in trouble, if that’s what you are thinking. As you said, there’s no reason to do so. Besides, Student Council doesn’t really care about such things.”
“Well, somebody should tell your President about it,” Yoongi raised his eyebrows, “Okay, then what is it?”
He watched Seokjin gnawing his bottom lip, his hesitation clearly visible, and Yoongi might have stayed mesmerized by that little gesture if Seokjin hadn’t spoken up.
“I…I like how focused and concentrated you are.”
“What?” Yoongi deadpanned.
“You’re always scribbling stuff in that old well-worn notebook, with your eyebrows furrowed and lips slightly parted. But you look calm and peaceful, unlike the moody grouch who usually fights the President basically about everything and accuses him of misusing his powers.”
“That’s because he’s a pretentious bastard who thinks way too much of himself.”
“Yeah, I’m going to ignore you said that about my friend,” Seokjin laughed and Yoongi could swear he hadn’t heard a weirder sound.
“In other words, I like watching you – not in the stalkerish every-breath-you-take way, but… you make me curious about this Yoongi guy, because I think... he might be a cool person I could be interested in.”
“Interested – wait, what?” Okay, that’s not what he expected. Like, what? “Oh. Oh.”
“Oh?” Another set of that windshield wiper laugh.
“Um, yeah,… I guess, uh, I’m sorry about that rude thing earlier,” Yoongi cleared his throat. Damn, he was thirsty. Since when did his voice sound so hoarse and squeaky? Get your shit together, Min Yoongi, you can’t lose your composure just because a cute guy is crushing on you. Keep it cool. Another cough. “Um, can I get you something, a coffee maybe?”
“No, I'm okay,” Seokjin lifted his still full glass of caramel latté. “But I was just thinking about getting something sweet. A piece of cheesecake would actually be lovely, thank you." He smiled, eyes crinkling into two crescents
Oh, dammit.