"Fine, I'll stay." You decided.

Yoongi grinned, "I'll go get your cake," before he could turn away, you muttered, "Aren't I suppose to pick which one I want first?"

"For you, I think any kind wouldn't be a problem." Yoongi chuckled before retreating to the back. You huffed, blowing a raspberry. "How would he know? It's not like I would eat everything." 

"I heard that." Yoongi called out.

You blushed, clearing your throat as you made your way to a table. As you lowered yourself down to a seat, a few girls entered the shop, giggling to themselves as Yoongi came out again. "Can I help you?" 

You could hear everything from your spot.

The girls giggled silently until one of them spoke up. "Suga oppa, don't act like you don't know us." The others nodded as another one spoke, "Yeah unless you forgot about us."

Yoongi grinned, "How could I forget cute girls such as yourselves?"

You made a puking expression. *Talk about Cassanova much?* Suddenly, you felt as if you're one of his fangirls for agreeing to stay.

The girls giggled and chatted away as you shut your hearing, not wanting to eavesdrop on Yoongi's cheesy pick-up lines again. Before you know it, Yoongi was already in front of you, holding a plate. 

As he set it on the table, you stared down at the colorful piece of cake with sprinkles decorating the sides. You scrunched up your face in a sudden disapproval. "This seems like a birthday cake for an eight-year-old."

"Hey, you never know until you taste it." Yoongi settled a fork onto your palm. 

You glanced around and noticed the girls