Jimin pulled in the restaurant parking lot nearly hyperventilating. He was anxious to see if Yoongi would should up.

He was hoping he was wrong and that he wasn't the guy. The whole thought made him so jittery.

When he pulled his window down to order he had his eyes wide open to see that familiar car. "Welcome to Anga! What will you like to order?"

Just as he was about to place his order he saw a car speed to the window. It wasn't the same one he'd seen before, but he was convinced it had to be him.

Jimin pressed on his gas pedal and almost ran into the car who stopped to prevent the collision.

Yoongi was in the other car confused about what had just happened. Jimin got out the car and squinted his eyes approaching the vehicle.

"It's you!" Jimin said leaning over to his car window. Yoongi closed his eyes like that would make him disappear.

The cars behind started beeping at them for blocking the line. Jimin knocked on his window and Yoongi slowly pushed the button to bring it down.

"Hi." He grinned embarrassed.

"Can you park over there by that sign? I'll go beside you."

"O-okay."

Yoongi used his left hand to make the change on his car and drove to the spot. Jimin pulled up within seconds and once again went to knock on the window.

He unlocked the door to let Jimin in. "Why're you driving with a broken arm? That's dangerous."

"It's not broken. Well, one of the bones is and the other is just badly bruised. According to the doctor it can heal in 6 weeks."

"Yes, it can, but it may take six to twelve months to regain motion and strength."

Yoongi sighed feeling the butterflies in his stomach, "You're so smart." He gushed admiringly.

"That doesn't take away from the fact that your right arm is fractured. You shouldn't be driving."

"Well, I'm driving this car instead of my usual one. This one is automatic."

"Still." Jimin said.

"I can use my left arm pretty good. Except, yanking off you know...oh. Sorry." Yoongi said covering his mouth realizing that he said that out loud.

Jimin felt himself blush at the comment. He quickly shook it off to ask him he following question.

"Are you the person that's been paying for my food all this time?"

"What? No. No. I-I-just lost control of my vehicle." He lied.

"Uh huh, and that's why you were going to skip me?"

"Pshhh, no. I was heading to the wall."

"Ahh, so were you trying to crash into the wall? Trying to fracture your other arm?"

"Maybe." Yoongi responded.

Jimin huffed pointing his finger at him, "Liar, liar! At the bar you said that you'd buy me kimichi and a large coke! How would you know my order? And on that note I received there was a sunflower and you were listening to that sunflower song!"

He sunk in his seat embarrassed. What else had he said? He hoped that nothing else. "Are you going to say anything?" he wondered.

Yoongi straighten back up and smiled sheepishly. "I guess you found your butthole eater." He snorted.

"What-what do you mean?"

He shrugged, "I don't know. Some random number texted me and they wanted a...wait, are you?"

"No!"

"Liar, liar! You can't lie!"

"Fine! I did text you because my friend encouraged it. I was heartbroken and-and-and..."

"You're guy. My guy."

Jimin stopped blabbing and looked at him. "Oh,"

"I didn't say anything because I knew this would make you feel weird. I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself, I saw you that day at the drivethru and my heart felt like it could explode. I would repeat the day I saw you over and over without a doubt. You know when I was younger and struggled a lot with my OCD and anxiety I was afraid I wouldn't find love because of my obsession with making everything right in my eyes. I told myself it would be impossible to find everything in one human. My mom told me that one day, a person would show up into my life made of pieces of everything I like. That's you. I often try to fix imperfections in other people. I don't mean just clothes or hair. I mean, literally the way they are. Their attitude and what they like.  I just can't find an imperfection in you. You're everything I envisioned perfection to be."

Jimin blinked several times attempting to keep his emotions intact. At the moment however, he felt like his heart could explode. 

Tongue tied.

He was tongue tied and never did he think it would be over a boy. He always thought that not being able to answer a patients question was the scariest thing ever.

Of course then, he didn't know Yoongi existed and he never thought a boy would fall for him either.

So, he couldn't even find the words to roll off his tongue when he always knew what to say. Not in this case.

Yoongi anxiously waited for his response. His eyes caught a finger print on the window behind Jimin. He cursed Taehyung in his mind, he had already told him to not touch his windows with dirty fingers.

Any other person would've probably ignored it. Yoongi simply couldn't because of of his OCD and his obsession with having everything impeccable.

Yoongi got a napkin from his pocket and reached over to wipe the print off. Jimin froze thinking that he was trying to kiss him, but didn't move away.

"Sorry. My friend left his finger print on the window and I can't stand it because my eye kept looking at it."

All he could do was nod still speechless at his previous confession. "Jimin," Yoongi begun again.

Jimin kept his eyes on him waiting for the next words to come out his mouth. Yoongi smiled admiring his beauty.

"I'm a fucking mess and am crazy as hell. You should know this already. But, if you want you and I we could get together and make the baddest, awesomest, catastrophic love the world has ever witnessed."

"Yoongi—I-I'm flattered and all, but...we-I-you're my patient and that's inappropriate sorry." He panicked quickly opening the car and getting out.

Yoongi smiled shyly covering his face with his left hand. How was a human so cute? Though, Jimin didn't exactly act the way he envisioned he was glad to finally have that weight off his chest.

Did he come off so strong? Probably yes. That was just the type of person he was. He hoped that Jimin wouldn't stop talking to him now.
It was too late for him to try to get Jimin out of his heart.

Because he belonged to him more than he ever belonged to himself.