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He proceeds to his spot. Although this time, it wasn't free. Someone had already occupied the space he usually went to. A slight frown met his lips when he saw the handsome stranger seated on the table right next to it, the stranger always sat there which was right next to the book shelf. However, he didn't want to be obvious, and so he pivoted and settled for a place a few tables away from him, making sure he still had a good view of the orange-haired guy. In the corner of his eyes, before he relocated, he could've sworn that when he looked straight at the stranger, he was looking back, eyes with a hint of disappointment. But Yoongi didn't want get his hopes up for nothing, so he believed that his eyes were only playing tricks on him; even though a blush is still evident on his cheeks. He places his chin upon his hand and stares out the window, not forgetting to glance at the handsome stranger whose eyes were currently fixated at his laptop.

"Peppermint mocha for Yoongi!"

Yoongi looks over to the waiter right in front of him. The waiter places his order on the table, smiles, and makes his way back.

Yoongi takes a sip of his drink before looking at the stranger again. Smoke came out of the stranger's mug and Yoongi suspected that the content of it was an Americano. The stranger took glances between the open notebook on the table and his laptop and suddenly stops when his eyes met Yoongi's. Yoongi freezes, feeling his insides melt. He was thankful that he was sitting because if he were standing his knees would definitely give out and he would be sprawled out on the floor.

The stranger did a double take until his eyes were fixed on Yoongi's, a shade of red quickly spreading on both of their cheeks. Yoongi bit his lip harshly, checking if this was a dream. Luckily it wasn't; sending Yoongi off to cloud nine because the next thing he knows is that the corners of the stranger's lips curl into a smile as his eyes turn into crescents.

Just like in cliché movies, Yoongi feels butterflies fill his stomach and although a blush is evident on his face he manages to muster up the courage to smile back at the stranger. Then proceeding to sip on his drink, forgetting exactly how hot it was and accidentally burns his tongue resulting with him spitting it out. A faint laugh is heard from the other side of the room, and although Yoongi hopes it wasn't, it was from the same handsome boy he was having a staring contest with not two seconds ago. Yoongi wipes his lips with a napkin that was placed by the waiter a while ago and decides to look away from the orange-haired guy to prevent any more embarrassment.

annyeong, authornim here! i forgot i was writing this and it was december so i had to change a few things, im thinking i originally planned this to be a christmas fic but it turned into whatever this is. hope you like it! being back to school ;-;