“The usual.”

I blinked. Once again, Min Yoongi stood infront me. He kept both of his hands inside his pocket as he kept a straight face. I could feel my cheeks burn because of what he had witnessed and had to put up to that weekend, and because of what Namjoon tried to imply when we talked in their dorm. I was embarrassed of everything that happened. And I just couldn’t believe he was at Salon de Café at quarter to 10 in the evening. The place was already empty, even Mr. Han already left. The only company we had was the evening playlist I always listen to before closing the shop.

“Uh, the usual,” he repeated, now looking annoyed. “Black coffee, if you still haven’t figured how I like my coffee.”

“I-I got it,” I stuttered. I snapped out of the thoughts running circles in my head and punched his order on the cash register. I kept my head as low as possible to hide my face. I felt like I was in a really awkward situation that I felt uncomfortable and stiff. I moved to the side to run the coffee maker and prepare his coffee. My hand was cold, well, I was feeling cold. I wasn’t sure if it was just the air conditioning or if it was just me. When I raised the pitcher, my hand suddenly felt tensed. It almost slipped out of my hand, good thing my reflexes were quick enough for me to grip it tighter.

“You left this, your flannel,” he placed a paper bag on the counter as he watched me make his coffee. “This past few days were so hectic, I didn’t have the time to return it right away.”

“It’s okay,” I nodded, trying my best not to stutter. I knew it was anxiety creeping into my nerves, but there was no reason for me to be anxious so I just shrugged it off, as if it does not bother me that much. “You should’ve just asked me to pick it up.”

“I told you, I was busy. I didn’t even have some time to lift my phone up,” he groaned.

I poured his coffee in a to-go cup so he could just leave right away, I really wanted to close the shop as soon as possible. I wanted to go home.

“Are you closing the shop already?” he asked as he pulled his wallet out of his pocket after I handed him his coffee.

“Yeah, it’s almost 10.”

“Do you need some help?” He asked, handing me the payment for his coffee.

I raised my brow after he asked. It was quite surprising to hear it from Min Yoongi, especially when I heard a lot of things about him being too ing lazy. I tried to hide my laughter, and just let a scoff out of my lungs to somehow express my reaction.

“No, thank you,” I answered as I finished our transaction. I was still feeling anxious, but as I ignored the feeling longer, it kind of stopped bothering me harder.

“What’s funny?” He smirked when he asked. That small gesture made me feel a little tingling in my stomach. Min Yoongi was playing with my emotions.

“Nothing.” I tried to look him in the eyes but for some reason, I felt embarrassed so I just looked away. “Just go.”

“I’ll just wait for you as you clean up.” He walked to the nearest table and took a seat. He crossed his legs, looking sassy, and continued, “I can’t leave you here alone right now. In this kind of hour, some psycho could come in and murder you.”

“I’ve been doing this for like a year, no one has murdered me yet,” I replied as I started cleaning up the counter.

“Who knows what will happen,” he shrugged and took a sip from his cup of coffee.

Then there was silence. I didn’t say a word anymore, so did Yoongi. It was extremely awkward, I thought his eyes were fixed on me as I cleaned the rest of the room so I got really conscious for every move that I did. But when I glanced at him, he was focused on his phone and coffee. It was just anxiety playing with my head.

When he got bored, he stood up and said, “I’m gonna wait for you outside.”

I went inside the locker room once my tasks were done to change out of my lousy uniform. I was so consumed by the idea of him possibly liking me. It was so overwhelming, both in a bad and a good way. He is Min Yoongi. He is Suga. He won a ing Billboard Award. He is out of my league. It was just an assumption but I have already absorbed the thought.

Thick smoke surprised me once I stepped out of the shop. The porch smelled of cigarettes and I just couldn’t help but cringe. Min Yoongi sat on one seat with a cup of coffee in one of his huge hands and a stick of cigarette between his middle and index fingers. I didn’t know he smoked, he’s definitely not the type of person to smoke.

The smell of the cigarette is suffocating, but the cigarette itself was calling me to inhale it once again in my lungs. I was so determined when I quit smoking, and it was a piece of cake for me when I did it. But when Yoongi placed the stick of death between his teeth and started breathing the sin in, I forgot why I quit in the first place and craved the taste of it.

He quickly exhaled the smoke out, turning his head away so the smoke will go out the open area, when he saw me staring at him. He hid the cigarette behind him, he probably don’t want to be seen smoking.

“Do you mind if I take a hit?” I asked, pointing my finger to the thing he was hiding behind him.

He raised his brow and hesitated for a second before answering. “Sure,” he nodded and slowly handed it to me.

Slowly and gently, I took one hit. It was soothing and it was exactly what I needed to relieve from my anxiety. I could feel the smoke travel in my system, it felt marvelous.

“I just smoke when I’m… exhausted,” Yoongi explained as I returned his cigarette. He took one last smoke and killed it right away even though there were still a lot to smoke.

“I’m surprised, actually.”

“It’s relaxing,” he returned and took a sip from his coffee. “Come on, I’m gonna drive you home.” He said as he left the porch, leaving his cup of coffee on one of the tables.

“I can walk home,” I replied as I watched him walk to his car. My house is just a walk away anyway, I didn’t need a ride. I sighed and picked his trash up, my boss wouldn’t like it if he sees trash lying around the shop when he opens the store.

He stopped and turned to face me. “We’ll talk in the car, ‘kay?” He said. It sounded more like a command, as if I had no choice but to do what he wanted. Although honestly, I really wanted that ride. I like having Yoongi around, I feel safer. So I just followed him to his pick-up truck and sat on the passenger seat.

“Are you free tomorrow?” Yoongi asked as he adjusted himself on the driver’s seat and put the seatbelt on.

I furrowed my brows and thought of my plans for the next day. It was gonna be a Friday, so I wouldn’t be in the coffee shop, but I had other plans. “I’m gonna meet Jae Hyun Oppa,” I answered.

Min Yoongi crunched his forehead. It was the first time I mentioned my brother to him, so of course he’d be a little confused.

“My brother,” I continued just to clear his confusion. I haven’t seen Jae Hyun for weeks. I kinda missed him, so I got to at least see him.

He nodded when he was finally enlightened then answered, “Can’t you do that some other day?”

“I can’t, I already told him to cancel all his plans for me.” I answered. “Why?”

“Bang PD, our CEO, will meet you.” He scratched the back of his head, he seemed too uncomfortable saying it, “I kinda convinced him to meet you so he could… just um… I don’t know, distribute your music? Not that I care about your career, the world just needs better music than those mainstream .”

In that moment, I felt my heart melt down. Suddenly, anxiety was completely gone. I couldn’t help but flash my overly excited smile. My heart was beating fast and my exhaustion was cleared up. I was so close to proving myself. I was astonished with how my life was turning ever since I met Min Yoongi. I wanted to hug him to express my appreciation and excitement but I just responded with a “Thank you!”

“So… bring your songs tomorrow, and just go to the office after you see your brother.” He stated as he started his car.

The short ride went quietly. We only conversed when he had to ask for directions, it was his first time to see where I currently stay and the way to my place is really confusing. It literally only took less than 5 minutes to get to my place. It was kind of hanging, I wanted more time with him for some reason.

“You live with your parents?” He asked when he stopped the car.

“No, I rent a small room, a different set of family lives there.”

“Ah.”

Everything was silent for a few seconds. I just sat there, hoping for more words to come out of his mouth but he just picked his phone up from his pocket when it buzzed. I wanted to wish him a good night and thank him once again before we part but before I even opened my mouth, he spoke.

“What are you still doing here? Go. I’m tired, I want to go home.” He suddenly became all so cold. He seemed like a girl on a period, one minute he says something sweet, the next minute he becomes so ing cold, it felt like it was already December.

“Before you go,” he spurted out when I opened the door so I stopped. “The smoke thing, it’s a secret. Understand?”

“Okay.”

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