"We're just hanging out. Just as acquaintances. We're not even friends." Yoongi clarified.  But he was so nervous to get in Jimin's car. It felt too real.

"Right. Hanging out. Is his dick going to be hanging out in your—"

"Woah. Calm the fuck down. I would rather throw myself off a cliff before letting Park Jimin do me."

"Uh huh. Right. Say that again. This time like you actually mean it." Jungkook chuckled. They headed down the steps and Yoongi immediately searched for his vehicle.

He was afraid he'd get stood up before even leaving. The sad thing was that if he did he'd be so heartbroken.

"I do mean it, okay? Plus, if I ever did have sexual intercourse with him I would be the top."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Of course. I would not let him man handle me in any way."

"Yoongi!" Jimin screamed.

He flinched and cleared his throat. "Umm...I have to go now." He mumbled to his friend. His face was turning red. The butterflies in his tummy fluttered.

"You seem pretty whipped." He teased.

"Shut up. Bye." He quickly told walking away.
On the way there he caught a few looks from the students hanging out.

The panic of being the center of attention helped him speed up. "Hurry. Hurry." He whispered buckling up.

"No hey?" Jimin asked with a scoff.

"Nope. Hurry. Let's go."

"Why're you such in a hurry?"

"People are staring." He quietly said.

"Ahh," Jimin smirked and waved. Yoongi quickly grabbed his hand pushing it down. "Ooh. Feisty."

"Do you want me to show you feisty? Because I can." He told leaning closer to him. They were almost touching noses and neither broke off the eye contact.

Jimin wanted to look away. However, he felt glued to his eyes. "I was only kidding." He said finally speaking.

Yoongi snapped back to reality and looked away. They had kept the eye contact for far too long.

"Where are we even going?" He asked changing the subject.

"I want to take you to Starbucks."

"What? Are you shitting me? That's the magical place where you're taking me? Starbucks?"

"Hey. Don't degrade my favorite coffee place. You're going to be in the life of Park Jimin for a day."

"Gross. Okay."

"Don't be an ass now." He stated grabbing his sunglasses. Yoongi caught a glimpse of him and instantly looked away.

He looked breathtaking. Would he ever admit that out loud? No. Admitting it out loud would basically expose his current emotions. As Jimin pulled out of the parking lot he spotted Jungkook heading to his car.

Then, Taehyung walking behind him. His eyes widen pulling out his phone to text him and give him a warning.

Jungkook was too distracted trying to find his keys he didn't even acknowledge the text. Or the ten texts he had sent him.

"Why did you mark out that message at the bottom of the advertisement?"

Jungkook gasped dropping his keys. Taehyung rolled his eyes picking them up and handing them back to him.

"Gosh. You're so fucking clumsy."

"Excuse me? What's your problem with me?" Jungkook asked instantly defensive.

"Problem? I just told you my problem. Why did you mark off the message at the bottom? I worked really hard on reconstructing that advertisement for you."

"I didn't ask you to reconstruct it!" Jungkook snapped. The tips of his ears were getting hot. Why the hell did Kim Taehyung felt so entitled?

"I was trying to be nice."

"You really want to be nice to me? Stay away." He told opening the door and quickly getting in.

Taehyung huffed knocking on his window. "I'll try to be nicer tomorrow." He said. Jungkook only blinked rapidly unsure of what to respond.

He smiled straightening back up. Seconds later, he was far enough that Jungkook was able to release his breath.

Though he didn't want to give him the satisfaction to look outside the window for him, he did.

And when he did glance their eyes locked. Only for a brief second. However, Jungkook felt like they looked at each other for an eternity.

•••

"I'll have a venti mango dragonfruit lemonade please." Jimin grinned.

Yoongi scanned the menu feeling like he was reading gibberish. None of the names really caught his eyes.

"Anything else?" The employee asked.

Jimin nudged him getting his attention. Yoongi nervously fidgeted with his hands. He hated being put on the spot.

Now that both of themwere staring at him he felt so pressured. "Do...do they have hot mint chocolate?"

"Eww. Park Jimin does not drink that. You're in my life today, remember?" He whispered back.

"Fuck. Fine. Umm..." he cleared his throat speaking up a little. "I'll have the same." At the end of his sentence his voice cracked immediately embarrassing him.

Jimin chuckled and Yoongi closed his eyes for a brief second. He thought the voice cracking had stopped after he turned sixteen. Guess he was wrong.

"Will that be cash or card?"

"Card." Jimin spoke up taking out his wallet.

Yoongi kept fidgeting in the background. Once he had finished paying he followed him behind. "This is going to be my treat. You're going to love the lemonade."

"Yeah. It's only fair. In the Park Jimin life he pays for Starbucks."

"You're so rude sometimes." He chuckled.

"You're the one that said it. That lemonade better be good. I would much rather have hot mint chocolate."

"That sounds very disgusting. Let's move over here." He said grabbing his hand and pulling him to the side.

"I think one day you should be in my life and do the things I like." He responded trying to ignore the fact that he felt like throwing up the butterflies in his stomach. He was holding his hand!

"Sure. I'll do that." When he realized he was still holding him, he quickly let go. It had felt too natural to hold it.

Yoongi once again cleared his throat, "Really?"

"Yeah dude. Sounds fun. It's nice to get out of the routine."

Dude?

Was he being friend zoned? Sure, this had never been a flirtatious relationship but being the "dude" was not a pleasant feeling at all.

"Park." The employee called.

"Ah! There's for us."

Yoongi watched him walk away to grab the drinks. The way he moved was captivating. Fuck, even the way he flipped his hair was absolutely astonishing.

"Here! Let's sit outside. It's a bit chilly, but I enjoy this type of weather."

He nodded his head in agreement. As soon as they walked out they sat down at an empty table.

It was a semi windy day. Thee weather felt surprisingly good. Not too hot and not too cold. It was just perfect.

Jimin took a sip of his lemonade. The wind was blowing his luscious hair in every direction possible.

"Try it." He encouraged with a smile.

Yoongi grabbed his drink and stuck the straw in. He indecisively took a gulp holding his breath in case it was nasty.

"So? What do you have to say?" Jimin wondered raising both eyebrows.

"How does it feel to be so perfect?" He thought of saying. Instead of speaking what was on his mind he nodded. "It's not bad at all."

"Yes! I knew you'd like it."

"Like is a strong word."

"I know you like it. Don't lie to me."

Yoongi because nervous and took another sip. "Anyways, has Sana wrote you back?" Maybe talking about her would kill all these feelings he felt for him. 

"Not yet. I'm expecting a letter soon though. I can invite her to my birthday reunion."

"Ahh. Your birthday is coming up?"

"Next Saturday. I always gather with my friends and do a little something. You should come."

"You want me to go?" He asked.

"Yeah. You've helped me so much. I think it's only fair that you get to witness your dream come true. Remember you told me you had a vision of Sana and I? I didn't ruin it." He smirked.

Yoongi forced a smile. If only he knew how much his vision had changed.

"Sure. I'll go."

"Oh, by the way I saw you talking to Hoseok. What's all that about?"

"Nothing. He was just being nice."

"Being nice huh?" He teased.

"Yeah. Umm...do you think he's flirting with me?" He asked in hopes Jimin would say no. Not because of Hoseok. He was gorgeous.

But his heart didn't feel what he felt when looking at Jimin.

That was the truth.

"Yes. I do. He was hardcore flirting."

"Should I...go for it?" He whispered nibbling his cheek.

Please say no.

"Yes. You two would be cute together."

Yoongi gave him a sad smile and nodded. Just like that the butterflies he felt slowly started dying.

Now he really wanted to throw up.