Min Yoongi was currently going through what was arguably the most difficult period in his life. His final exams were right round the corner and no amount of revision would ease the next few weeks for him. None, he'd tried and it wasn't working at all.

He was in his last year of university and had plans to become a music producer after graduation. To help in his plans, he had practically marked a back desk in the library, away from the general population, as his own.

By now, the seat practically had his print and after spending everyday of the last two weeks there, people were starting to understand that no one was to touch this specific desk.

Well that and what had happened to the last student who tried. That poor second year student had gotten his notes shredded and coffee stained books after Yoongi was done. Needless to say he hadn't stepped in the library since, and that had been last week. He would have felt bad, honestly but finals did this to you.

His frosty glares and no nonsense attitude caused most people to avoid him in lectures and in the hallways. He didn't need many friends though, he insisted. Namjoon and Hoseok, who shared the same major as him, had hit off with him from the first day as freshmen and their friendship only grew stronger over the years.

Right now, the pink haired boy was scribbling furiously on a notebook, trying to get the lyrics in his head down before he forgot them. One of the worst feelings in the world was thinking up of song lyrics and not getting them down fast enough, losing them forever.

His constant hair dyeing was a constant source of amusement for the other two who often bet against each other to guess what colour would be next.

Neither of them knew but sometimes he would secretly listen in when they were guessing and pick an entirely different colour to what was said, just to surprise them. So far however, Namjoon was in the lead. The annoying blond had a penchant for realising what colour phase he was in and right now, he was in the pastel phase.

His earphones were in but just for the sake of blocking any surrounding noises. As much as he loved music, he couldn't listen to any while he worked. It ended up being too distracting. Instead, they are in to block out rusling noises, whispering and all around background noises that would interfere with his productivity. He really couldn't afford to fail.

After staring at the pale white paper for a few seconds he tore out the page, scrunched it up and chucked it into the bin a few centimetres away. Luckily it went in but from the looks of it, the bin was starting to get filled with his half finished lyrics. Nothing was coming out how he wanted it. Either it sounded too cliché or sappy, or not deep enough. He already had the chords and the instrumental part down but the lyrics were killing him.

Their final assignment was to compose a song; the main theme being love. Yoongi wouldn't exactly call himself a cassanova so his limited experiences with the emotion weren't exactly helping to produce a masterpiece. Namjoon insisted he needed a muse, that since he'd never fallen in love he obviously wouldn't be able to write about it. Yoongi scoffed at that, even kids could write about love by channelling what they saw all around them so that idea was ridiculous.

Frustrated, he stood up while running a hand through his hair and picked up his bag from where it was lying. He left his notebook and pens on the desk so that anyone walking past could see that it was still in use.

Whilst walking out of the library he could see a few people breath a sigh of relief out of the corner of his eye. He smirked, raising an eyebrow, I'm not that bad am I?

Luckily for him, there was a Starbucks near the university campus and lately it was becoming his life source. He had never been at this time of the day, preferring to consume coffee either early in the morning or in the night rather than the afternoon when he composed. However, he'd been sitting in the same desk for a couple of hours now and hadn't written a single verse. Maybe he needed inspiration, a change of scenery. Sudden different smells and sounds. His eyes were getting a bit droopy and used to seeing grey and white which wasn't good.

He pushed the heavy door of the café and entered the clean, furnished place with a small smile. Just the smell of coffee was able to temporarily rejuvenate his mood. Caffeine really was addictive and without it, he doubted he'd be a respectable member of society. It was the only reason he could function most days and it was shocking that some people (cough cough Hoseok) could be bright and cheerful without the chemical in their system. For him it was as necessary as drinking water.

The board behind the till was filled with the names of all sorts of fancy concoctions that didn't interest him in the slightest. There was only one drink that he consumed and everything else seemed ridiculous.

Frappuccino, cappuccino, latte, smoothies, the list was never ending. Only idiots drink this crap anyway. There's nothing wrong with a good old cup of strong coffee, he thought.

Approaching the till he noticed that there was a new worker he wasn't familiar with. He looked young, younger than him at least, probably eighteen or nineteen. The kid was cute, with the white apron, messy black hair, wide eyes and an adorable smile that lit up his face. He shook his head, not liking the direction his thoughts were going. He was here for a reason and one reason only.

So what if this kid's ridiculously attractive, that means nothing.

"Welcome, I'm Jeon Jungkook, what can I get you sir?" He asked politely, grin stretching out from ear to ear and Yoongi mentally flinched, he hated cheery people. Their smiles and constant happiness got on his nerves.

"Plain black coffee, make it quick," he growled and passed the money to the unsuspecting Jungkook. Not wanting to hold up the queue, he turned to walk away until he heard a loud "Wait," which caused him to turn around.

"I didn't get your name," the younger confessed, smile not breaking once.

"Yoongi, Min Yoongi," he stated, causing the taller boy to nod and start working on his order.

Not long after, Yoongi heard a soft voice call out his name, a sappy pay off his brain wished he could hear it again. The voice sounded so melodic and he wondered if the younger was a singer, if not he had a lot potential and he could already imagine him crooning away to songs on the radio in a soulful baritone.

Sleepily, he dragged his feet and took the cup from the curious looking Jungkook as if it were sacred and needed to be protected.

"Relax, it won't go anywhere," he laughed, seeing the glazed look in Yoongi's eyes.

The pink haired boy broke eye contact with his precious cup and looked up, a soft smile playing on his lips. It was the first one Jungkook had seen on his face and honestly, it did things to his heart that he wasn't ready for.

From the moment Min Yoongi stepped into the café, Jungkook knew he was going to be different from anyone he'd ever met in the past nineteen years. The older boy's delicate, youthful features and soft pink hair that contrasted with his rough, prickly personality. Honestly, the shorter boy's stand offish attitude didn't bother Jungkook in the slightest, if anything it attracted him more. He didn't seem like a bad person, just a harmless grumpy one and that worked fine for the raven, he'd never liked talkative outgoing people anyway. He hoped he saw him again soon and since this was the first time, maybe the would be. Fingers crossed.

Just as the elder left, his two best friends Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung who also worked with him, came running up to him.

"He was hot!" Jimin exclaimed, "Your staring couldn't get any more obvious.
Did you at least get his number?"

"Of course not, do you want me to die. If looks could kill..." he trailed off.

"Now I know where I've seen him!" Taehyung piped in after looking thoughtful for a few seconds, causing the other two to turn around in curiosity.

"He goes to our university, I think he's either a fourth year or third year. I've seen him around the canteen a couple of times with Hoseok hyung," his eyes lit up at the thought of his crush making Jungkook and Jimin snort. Taehyung could practically write a book about the popular senior, including creepy information that most likely only his friends knew.

"Do you think he's dating anyone now?" He asked them thoughtfully, knowing that they most likely didn't know.

"I doubt it, I mean he's got a bit of a reputation as being a massive . Anyone willing at first would probably be scared off after a while," Taehyung continued, oblivious to Jungkook's inner turmoil.

After closing the door behind him, Yoongi took a sip of the coffee Jungkook had made at lightning speed. There was one word that could describe the taste and that was magical. Never before had coffee or anything tasted this good. Just where had the raven learnt how to make this? It looked like he'd have to make more visits to the café during the afternoons now. No more drinking the mud that he was served in the mornings because that was what it was in comparison to this, mud.

Then something caught his eye, the space where the customer's name was meant to be written it had an intricate drawing of a small turtle and the words, 'Yoongi, Min Yoongi"

He laughed, shaking his head at the comparison, "cheeky brat," He was cute and had a sense of humour. It really was a pity Yoongi wasn't looking for love.

 

--

 

One week later, Yoongi was sat at his usual spot with his head down and eyes closed. The fatigue was staring to get to him and his tolerance for caffeine was rising exponentially. That was why after hearing ruffling noises coming from the space in front of him, he didn't even lift up his head. When the noises got louder and more frequent, he turned his head to the side and opened one eye. Jeon Jungkook was sitting right in front of him, equipment out on the desk and everything. He'd been seeing him at the cafe daily, where they been exchanging sweet smiles and hesitant words, but hadn't expected to see him here of all places.

Yoongi opened his mouth and closed it a few times before sticking to just gaping. He wasn't aware that they went to the same university, was he being stalked?

"Jeon Jungkook? You come here too?"

"Yes, I'm a first year art student," he gestured to the sketching and painting supplies he had bought with him.

"You don't mind if I sit here do you? It's just everywhere else is packed or noisy," he continued, grimacing slightly.

Even though he had nothing against the kid, there was no way Yoongi would be sharing his personal space with anyone, cute or not. He could only focus on work when he was completely alone. He scrunched his eyebrows and narrowed his eyebrows at the first year.

"I do mind. This is my desk and I don't share," he said lazily, the corner of his lip upturned at the offended look on the other's face. He felt a twinge of guilt run through him but brushed it off.

"What?" Jungkook asked, unable to come up with a proper sentence due to shock. "How the hell is this your desk? It belongs to the uni,"

Yoongi only shrugged and went back to his work, confident that the raven would leave and find somewhere else to sit.

To his utter surprise and annoyance, Jungkook sat back down and began reading a book. He looked comfortable too, not in the slightest bothered by the fact that he'd just ticked off a ticking bomb.

"I said go away," Yoongi raised his voice slightly, frustration ringing through but Jungkook's head didn't even lift up from his page.

"No."

Yoongi stood up, ready to give him a furious tongue lashing to make him leave once and for all.

"Now listen here-"

"No you listen Min Yoongi, I'm tired of you bullying and harassing the innocent kids that come here. Whether you like it or not, this is a public place. You don't decide where anyone sits but yourself. If you want to be alone, go to your room," the elderly librarian berated him angrily. She'd had enough of his behaviour, it would stop today.

She looked over at the poor victim who was looking up at her with wide eyes and spoke up.

"If he so much as glares in your direction, don't hesitate to tell me. I'll ban him from this library until the day he dies,"

After he nodded happily, seemingly relieved that someone was on his side, she went back to what she had been doing before coming to reprimand the pink haired boy.

Yoongi definitely didn't want to be banned from his second home. Namjoon was his roommate and that was the biggest kind of punishment one could have. He broke everything in sight and snored heavily. This meant that the environment in the room was the opposite of revision friendly. Looking at Jungkook's disappointed face and recalling his previous harshness, he felt bad.

"Jungkook, I'm really sorry," he laughed, "I can get a little possessive over his desk,"

The raven snorted at the understatement, "A little?" but his face softened at the sincere apology.

"I forgive you. But, I'm sitting here everyday and you can't say anything,"

Yoongi still wasn't sure about letting him sit there. What if the younger distracted him? Was one of those rude people who bought snacks with them or even worse, the crazy ones that constantly muttered to themselves while revising.

A polite brush off was on the tip of his tongue and he didn't know whether it was the puppy dog eyes or the fact that he was struggling to keep his eyes open but he found himself nodding, "Fine but I don't want to hear so much as a squeak from you, understand?"

Jungkook gulped, seeing the serious look in Yoongi's eyes the was no doubt in his mind that he wouldn't hesitate to carry out his threat.

Luckily for him, he was a quiet person himself and they worked in complete silence for the next two hours. Jungkook had finished painting his sketch of the university campus and wanted to hand it in to his professor to get guidance to improve.

All of Yoongi's concerns about Junkook's library etiquette it seemed like, had been for nothing. He had gotten on with his work perfectly which eased the paranoia and distrust that was always present when it came to working with other people.

There was another problem though. Jungkook distracted him in another way. Weirdly enough, the younger didn't even need to do anything to catch Yoongi's attention. More than once he had caught himself admiring the way the light shone off the raven's cheek, noticing the way his cheeks puffed up when he was lost and when he ran a hand through his hair when he was frustrated.

For the first time in a long time, Yoongi's pen was barely lifting from the paper as lyrics were whizzing around in his mind. It was hard work keeping up. Every couple of minutes he'd take a small peak at Jungkook who looked almost ethereal while painting. His mouth was pursed and his eyebrows furrowed in a look of concentration. The look suited him, he could tell that the younger had pursued his passion and Yoongi respected that. He'd done the same and couldn't imagine feeling shackled doing something else his whole life.

He looked over at what he'd written analytically, it wasn't perfect but it seemed like a good start.

 

Your voice when you say my name,

I wanna be locked in you and swim in you,

I want to know you more. An explorer
venturing through your deep forest of mystery.

I appreciate the masterpiece that is you,

because your existence alone is art.

 

Sure it was kinda cheesy when you looked at it but this was the best he could come up with right now. He didn't know where in his mind these words were coming from but he welcomed them if it meant a better grade.

Jungkook noticed his smile and couldn't help but ask, "What's that you've got?"

Luckily it seemed that Yoongi was in good mind since he replied, "Just some lyrics I'm writing for my assignment next week,"

"Can I-...can I see?" He asked, hoping the request wouldn't be too intrusive. He reached out but then bought his hand back, the likelihood of him saying no was too high so he shouldn't get his hopes up.

Yoongi silently handed over the notebook and Jungkook read the neat words written on the page. He didn't think the other boy was capable of such romantic, tender words but it looked like appearances were deceiving. The older boy's talent was clearly visible and he had potential. The was only one thing he was curious about..

"Are these about a specific person.......?" He trailed off, breaking eye contact. After a few seconds of silence his heart began to race, does that mean Yoongi already has someone he likes? Am I wasting my time? He asked himself, worried.

As soon as Jungkook looked back at Yoongi, the pink haired boy looked at him dead in the eye, "I don't know. I really don't know," he responded honestly, appearing confused himself.

That's not an entirely bad answer. I mean, unsurety? I can deal with that, Jungkook convinced himself, not breaking eye contact once.

He had noticed the not so subtle looks that Yoongi had been throwing his way and felt encouraged by it. He couldn't wait to speak Taehyung and Jimin later on and get their opinions on what he should do.

However, it looked like mission 'ask Min Yoongi out on a date' was moving ahead with full steam.

 

--

 

The next week they worked together in perfect harmony. Knowing when the other wanted to talk and when they wanted silence. Jungook had finished multiple art works and Yoongi's lyrics were coming along well, almost too well.

At the beginning he could convince himself that some of his lines weren't about the other boy. A lot of his lines were quite generic, they didn't have to be about a specific person.

For example, lots of people called his name every day, it didn't mean that Jungkook's voice was the only that affected him. So why did his face keep popping up in his head whenever he read any of his lyrics? Why had his heartbeat began to accelerate whenever he heard the younger's husky voice. He looked at the latest words he had written and sighed.

24/7 all day, I only thought of you

Our first date that I've been waiting for

I think it'll be a special day,

I can be a gentleman

Cause I'm your boyfriend.

The crossed out words words on the last line bothered him, what had possessed him to write that? It was final; he, Min Yoongi, officially had a crush on Jeon Jungkook. Great, just great.

He trudged back home, unlocking the front door and seeing something that would forever remain burned I'm his memory. There was a familiar looking guy, lying on his back on their kitchen counter with Namjoon towering over him as they kissed. Quite roughly in Yoongi's opinion. As soon as they heard him they leapt apart, Namjoon running a hand through his blond locks, at least having the decency to look ashamed.

The other boy, who's identity was still a mystery, began buttoning up his shirt in an attempt to look presentable which Yoongi admired. At least he wasn't completely shameless and insistent on ignoring his presence. His cheeks were flushed and his dark brown locks were sticking out in all directions.

"Hyung," his roommate squeaked, face flushing, "You said you were going to the library," he pointed out, eyes not meeting Yoongi's face. The intimate scene that his grouchy friend had just walked in on would be one that he would never live down.

"And you said you were single but clearly that's not true either, is it? Yoongi asked, rasing an eyebrow, amused. This didn't happen everyday and it was terribly interesting to watch Namjoon's red blush travel all the way to his neck. He didn't even know people could blush there. And since Namjoon was almost always the epitome of composed, this was very new to him.

Namjoon spluttered, "This isn't my boyfriend. I'm too young to settle down. He's just a classmate of mine," he explained, shrugging, causing his 'classmates' face to fall. Clearly his beliefs about their relationship was one sided and there was some unrequited love going on here. Not that Yoongi cared.

"If you say so," he nodded at them and headed to his room, closing the door.

Namjoon and Yoongi had been renting this small flat for a year now. Ever since they decided that student accommodation was too 'meh' for them. Their new place was much bigger and on most nights, Hoseok slept over. Usually in the living room since there were only two bedrooms but he didn't mind.

He always had stories to tell about his difficult roommate who never cleaned and played loud music everywhere. Unfortunately, he'd always been too nice to ever fight with him about the issue and suffered in silence.

Just as Yoongi's back finally hit his soft, inciting mattress Namjoon came in. The pink haired boy looked around in curiosity, "What happened to...." he trailed off.

"He suddenly left. I don't know why," Namjoon explained, confused. Yoongi rolled his eyes. His friend had always been on the dense side, which was slightly weird since he had never gotten below ninety nine percent on an exam in his life. Oh well, even perfect people had to have some flaws.

"Oh I know why," Yoongi muttered to himself.

Namjoon who didn't hear asked, "So how are the lyrics going?"

The elder silently handed him his book and his eyes skimmed over the words quickly. He felt slightly uncomfortable since it felt like the blond was looking straight through his soul but he ignored the feeling and kept his eyes trained on Namjoon.

"These lyrics are really good," he smiled, "They sound real. If I didn't know any better I'd say you actually liked someone," Namjoon joked, pausing mid chuckle at the serious expression on Yoongi's face.

"You...don't, do you? He asked, and his jaw dropped when he received a weak nod in response. He never thought he'd live to see the day where his aloof roommate actually confessed to having feelings. Real feelings, for a real person and not just his pillow. Yes, he'd never forget the day he walked in on Yoongi sleepily declaring his eternal love to one of his pillows before starting to cuddle it. He shivered at the memory.

"Are you going to ask her out?" Namjoon's eyes widened at the pink flush that had just appeared on Yoongi's extremely pale cheeks.

"It's a him," he coughed to ease the awkwardness, not looking at him.

Silence filled the air. Namjoon felt bad for assuming Yoongi was heteroual but it wasn't his fault. His roommate had never spoken to him about anyone, male or female in a romantic light. So now neither of them knew what to do.

"So are you going to ask him out?" He repeated the question, using the correct term this time, emphasising the pronoun.

"How do you ask someone out? Do you just say it or do something lame like they do in films?" He queried, genuinely baffled.

"No, everyone's different but you should go for something simple. Buy some flowers or something and show your sincerity before asking," Namjoon advised, surprising himself with the knowledgeable words that were coming out of his mouth.

"He probably doesn't even like me back," Yoongi groaned, pulling the bed covers over his head. "I mean, he hasn't said anything,"

"Maybe he's just waiting for you to ask him," Namjoon said calmly, "Just do it, you have nothing to lose," he urged causing Yoongi to frown.

"Except my reputation," he mumbled under the covers causing his sentence to be muffled.

"I didn't hear what you just said but it's probably negative," the blond accurately guessed.

"Ahh why are you so hopeless? Hyung, who do you think about before you go to sleep?"

"Jeon Jungkook,"

"Who do you think about when you have to write love songs,"

"Jeon Jungkook,"

"Who do you want to make happy and see smile,"

"Jeon Jungkook,"

"Who will you regret letting go of for the rest of your life,"

"Jeon Jungkook,"

By now Yoongi had crawled out of his bed and was looking at him with a confident spark in his eye. Almost as if he'd come to a realisation.

"My work here is done. It's up to you now," Namjoon noted with a satisfied smile, stopping the interrogation and walking towards the door.

"It looks like you're not a complete idiot after all," a slow smile settled on his face and the blond knew it was his way of saying 'Thank you'

 

--

 

Namjoon's pep talk and half of his brain was the reason he nervously entered Starbucks the next day, a bouquet of roses in one hand. The other half of his brain was telling him to flee from imminent public humiliation. Not listening to the pessimistic side, he took a deep breath and made his way towards where he knew the object of his affections would be. He'd never done anything like this before so he had no idea what to expect.

Jungkook had his hair styled professionally today with his forehead showing and a parting to the side. It made him look more mature and more handsome, Yoongi noticed, distracted. He had his usual friendly grin as he dealt with the customers.

His heart started to race as he took in everything the younger had to offer, from the frilly apron that would look horrible on anyone else to the ease and the poise he had while making the orders. He managed to look tall and graceful at the same time.

He shook his head twice to shake himself out of the trance and focus on the main reason he was there.

Getting to the front of the queue was easy since there weren't many people there anyway but every time one more person got served, Yoongi's heartbeat quickened.

"Hyung," Jungkook called out, grinning from ear to ear after seeing him. It was different from the smiles he gave the other customers, bigger and brighter, Yoongi noticed which made him smile widely in return, unconsciously smoothing out his hair in the process.

"Hi Jungkook, can you come round here please? There's something I want to say," he finished off unsurely, he shouldn't have bothered the black haired boy since he was working but if he didn't do it here, he might never do it.

Refusal was on the tip of the younger's tongue since he wasn't meant to leave his post. But he saw a look in Yoongi's eyes that he'd never seen before. Fear. So he found himself nodding and asked Jimin to cover for him for a few minutes while he spoke to the fourth year.

Yoongi didn't have to wait long, within a few seconds, Jungkook was in front of him and looking at him expectantly.

You can do it! He repeated to himself in his head like a mantra and it worked in giving him temporary courage.

"I'm not really a man of many words so I'm going to be frank and straight to the point. Jeon Jungkook, will you go on a date with me?" he asked nervously, voice tight and controlled. It took a lot of effort to keep it from wobbling which was quite embarrassing since he wasn't going through puberty anymore.

He got the flowers out from behind him and presented it to the wide eyed raven. A few seconds passed and no one said anything. Most, if not all, of the customers were staring at their interaction with avid interest, heads going back and forth between them at a speed that probably wasn't safe for their necks.

Jungkook opened his mouth to speak and Yoongi tensed, "No," the answer was firm and left no space for doubt. He heard disappointed groans coming from all around him and from the corner of his eye, he could see that two of Jungkook's friends looked the most disappointed.

"What?" He managed to get out, heart clinching in pain. It felt like a million, small icy daggers were being shoved inside his heart. At the same time. All over.

"I'm sorry hyung, but I promised myself that I would ask you out if it's the last thing I do. So, will you go out with me?" He smiled, turning the tables and accepting the roses from Yoongi's limp grip. He looked at the older boy with an elated expression, nose scrunching up and eyes crinkling.

The pink haired boy didn't know whether to feel surprised or amused. He'd just been asked out and rejected both in the span of one minute. Is that even normal? Isn't this process meant to be quite simple? He asked himself.

Maybe deviation away from the normal way was Jungkook's thing. Like it or not, it looked like he would have to get used to it because Min Yoongi was here to stay. Permanently. He took a deep breath and gave the answer that everyone there was waiting to hear.

"Yes," a shy smile playing on his lips, he couldn't believe that his confession was a success. As a reward, he should probably pick up some takeaway for Namjoon tonight. His roommate deserved it after everything.

The smile Jungkook gave him was one that would stay imprinted in his brain for years to come. It was bright, happy and had the energy to fuel an entire universe.

Claps from all different directions surrounded them and the new couple looked at each other with sparkling eyes. Jungkook jokingly bowed once or twice much to the amusement of the crowd who clapped harder.

"Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss," the chant began to get louder, Jungkook saw his manager join in and even though he wasn't looking, he had a strong feeling that it was Taehyung who was leading it.

Jungkook turned back to Yoongi and noticed him staring intently at his lips. Mind made up, he bent down and captured the older boy's lips with his and placed his hands his waist. As the kiss got deeper, cheers rang out and Yoongi smiled into it, moving his tongue so that Jungkook could get better access.

When it became apparent that they wouldn't be stopping for air anytime soon, his manager shouted, "Oi, get back to work! I'm not paying you to eat your boyfriend's face!"

Jungkook grinned sheepishly at the older boy, stealing one more soft peck before getting back behind the till. The shorter boy didn't mind though, because after all of this - Jeon Jungkook was his boyfriend. And it was a fact now, not wishful ramblings stored away in notebook at the back of his cupboard.

As they made eye contact from across the room and Jungkook winked at him, Yoongi, cheeks hurting from smiling so widely, decided he wouldn't have it any other way. Not now, not ever.