I could swear that my eyes were half closed when everyone decided it was time to leave and go home. 

"Eunsol-ah," Jungkook whispered in my ear, slightly startling me.

"Mmm..." I mumbled, stretching on his lap.   

"Ah, you nearly hit me in face," he grumbled, but giggled afterwards. I smiled slightly and got up from his lap.

"Bye bye Hannah," Hoseok was the first to leave, waving his hand around frantically with a broad smile across his face, warming my heart. 

"Goodbye Hoseok," I replied, returning the wave.

"Eunsol-ah, I see you here afternoon tomorrow," Jin said (surprisingly not annoying me this time), he left the shop with a plump lipped smile. 

"Hwajangsil-e Namjoon-i eodi issneunji mul-eobosibsio," I heard Yoongi mutter something to Namjoon, just as he was about to leave. A slight sigh escaped Namjoon's mouth, "nega kkeutnamyeon uliga tteonandamyeon neoleul nollage hal il-eunhaji anhneun pyeon-i joh-eulgeoya," Namjoon turned to me as a snigger emerged from Yoongi's lips, "he wants to know where the toilet is."

"Okay, just wait till everyone is out of the shop," I said brightly. I went to Jimin and hugged him, "I'll see you tomorrow!" I ruffled his hair playfully as he smiled cutely whilst leaving the shop.

"See you around Hannah," Namjoon yawned, smiling afterwards, his dimples indenting his round cheeks.

Once he left, Jungkook sprang in front of me, "thank you for being girlfriend," he quickly pecked me on the cheek, making my face flush incredibly, "see you noona," he skipped out of the door. I failed to hold my laugh in and sniggered a little.

"See you later Taehyung," I was about to give him a hug when he stopped me, "what is it?"

"You no Kookie's girlfriend anymore?" He looked pleadingly, but seriously at me.

"Of course not," I laughed and pinched his nose, "now give me a hug," I pushed his hand out of the way and embraced him strongly. Ah, he's so nice to hug... why can't I just stay like this all night?

His breathing was soft on my shoulder, yet I could feel his heart pounding against mine; I could feel his grip tighten, along with my heart.

"I meet you here for school," he whispered, his hand my hair softly. I felt like a kitten being , and by god it felt so nice and relaxing.

A slight cough interrupted our quiet moment, and I remembered that Yoongi still needed the toilet. I quickly stepped out of the hug, waving Taehyung goodbye, "see you in the morning."

I was eventually left alone with the Motionless Yoongi. Honestly, I felt quite nervous; if his English wasn't good, then how would I be able to say anything to him?

"Let go," he muttered, standing up. Oh... well, he must know a teeny bit of English I presume?

I led the way up the stairs quietly in attempt to avoid waking my parents up. 

Reaching the landing, the toilet was on the right, so I pointed in that direction to him. He stopped in front of me, eyeing me up and down before going to the toilet. My heart seized at his sleazy action. I shuddered before proceeding downstairs to tidy everything away.

 

About five minutes later, Yoongi came downstairs just as I'd finished cleaning, taking my apron off. 

"Goodbye then," I said bowing, but to have my chin lifted up to his eye level. He actually wasn't much taller than me, thinking about it now...

His tired eyes seemed to hold a strong, merciless stare as he pushed me against the counter. Despite me wanting to push him away in disgust, I was held by his gaze as he brought his face closer.

"Neoneun geuleohge cham-eul su eobs-eo boinda," he whispered, sending a tingling sensation up my spine. What the hell is this feeling? I've only just met the guy, and already he can manipulate me with his stare alone?!

"E-Excuse me?" I stuttered, whimpering slightly.

"English no good, geuleona..." he brought his lips to my ear, slightly brushing them he continued, "you irresistible." His accent was so thick I couldn't help but feel a giggling sensation inside of me, adoring his attempt of speaking English.

"Mwo?" He grumbled huskily, his voice slightly croaking. He brought himself back to face me, "funny?"

I shook my head desperately, afraid he'd do something to make me grimace. 

He his lips seductively and I couldn't help but feel my heart quicken, "hm, gwiyeobda," his lips were suddenly inches from mine, so I squeezed my eyes shut, terrified. I tried moving, but his hands were trapping me, so it was completely useless. 

"Name is Min Yoongi, alda?" I could feel the tenderness of his lips brushing against mine. My breathing became restless as I was desperate to head- him; however something about him was holding me back. 

I clenched my teeth together when he gently rubbed his lips over mine before sniggering, "ah, dangsin-eun neomu gwiyeowoyo."

I had no idea what he said but I decided not to say anything.

"Too cute," he pulled away slowly, "naega neoleul meog-eul ttaekkaji gidalyeo." His hands slowly glided down my arms, sending goosebumps that followed his every touch. I opened my eyes and saw a smirk imprinted on his face. He heaved a sigh before waving me goodbye. I didn't have the strength to wave back as I felt like my heart was about to explode. Once he left I slid to the floor, deep breaths sounding through the cafe. How can such an emotionless guy make me feel this flustered?