"Si conocerte es un sueño, jamás querré levantar." 

Yoongi hummed lightly before turning to face Namjoon in confusion when the younger sat beside him. He had never before been here this early so to say that this astounded the elder would be quite an understatement. 

"I know, I know, this is out of character for me but I was curious as to what was going on here. Hoseok told us you were practicing Spanish with him so I came to make sure he wasn't pulling our leg. Now... what do these things really mean, Yoongi?" Namjoon smirked, waving at Hoseok when the barista turned around to greet him. 

"I don't know what you're talking about, Namjoon," Yoongi huffed, looking back at his laptop and groaning when he felt the younger's insistent gaze on him, "Why do you want to know?" 

"I just do, is that a crime?" 

"It could be." 

"Yoongi." 

"... I have to be somewhere," Yoongi quickly replied, shutting his laptop and grabbing the rest of his things within the span of a couple of seconds then directing a victorious smile at Hoseok and Namjoon, "You have to be better than that to try and get things out of me." 

He left the café with the sounds of Hoseok's whining and Namjoon's disappointed sighs, a smile on his face. Getting the truth out of him would be so much harder than that, after all. 

Translation: If knowing you is a dream; I’ll never want to awaken.