"It's not a date." Jimin clarified yet again.

"Why're you're getting all dressed for then?" Taehyung wondered.

"He always gets dressed for no reason." Namjoon responded.

"That's a fact. Red looks good on me anyways." He said admiring his reflection.

"You only wear red when you're trying to flirt." Taehyung continued.

"Nonsense. Isn't it funny that the write lives in our same town? That's amazing! It was meant to be. I will for sure win Sana's heart now."

"That is pretty funny. It's pretty amusing that you guys are so close."

"Plot twist you end up falling in love with the writer." Taehyung giggled.

"No way. I'm in love with Sana."

"You never know what if she's cute."

Jimin smiled sheepishly. If the writer was cute he didn't know what he would do. He just had such a flirtatious personality it was impossible not to flirt.

"The writer could also be a he." Namjoon added.

His eyes widen in realization. The whole time he had pictured Vellichxrr to be a girl. He never thought it could be a boy. Not that it mattered. He was going for Sana not for the writer.

"What? No, no."

"What do you mean no? The writer could be a boy."

"Well even if they are it's whatever. I'm there to get help. This is all for Sana either way. I shouldn't care who the writer is."

"Alright then. Good luck. If shit gets crazy give us a call." Taehyung told patting his back.

Meanwhile, Yoongi was freaking out. Internally of course. If he dared show any emotion he wouldn't hear the end of it with Jungkook.

They were currently sitting on his couch drinking hot chocolate. The weather was starting to get cool it was perfect for this beverage.

"I insist I can go with you. I can pretend to be drinking coffee and I'll just watch you from a distance. Just to be on the safe side."

"Jungkook, I will be okay. I promise."

"This feels like a scene of a horror movie. You meet this crazy person that becomes obsessed with you and stalks you. I just want to protect you!"

"I'm pretty sure there's not a single person out there that is obsessed with me."

"You're a damn liar Min Yoongi. What about all those people that reblog your stuff on Tumblr? I'll say they're your cult."

"Woah it's not that serious. They don't know my identity so that's why they admire me so much. I mean look at me I'm like so not meant to be known."

"Bullshit. Your talent should be known. You're amazing."

"Thank you for hyping me up. You're my number one. I should really get going."

Jungkook pouted defeated and Yoongi smiled. "I'll be okay. I told you I have the police of speed dial."

"Okay, okay. Send me a text with the word potato if you need help."

Yoongi rolled his eyes getting up from the couch. He had been discussing this with Jungkook for thirty minutes straight.

It was quite adorable that he protected him so much even though Yoongi was way older. But he was running late and he was a time freak.

"I will send you a potato text if I need help. I swear."

"Alright. Okay." He said with a shaky breath.

"I'll call you later tonight with the details. Bye Mr. Jeon. Tell your wife I said hey!" He said as he walked by Jungkook's dad.

"Bye!" He responded. He then turned to look at his son who had a worried expression on his face.

"Will potato wedges make it better?"

Jungkook's eyes widen, "No! Not potatoes!"

"Ummm...okay. Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm just upset that no one has contacted me about the math tutoring. I think my advertisement was too wild."

He huffed, "Please. Too much? I think you did a great job. If no one calls you, you can tutor me. I want to know about trigonometry."

"Oh no. That'd be lame. Tutoring my own dad?" He laughed.

"I thought the idea was quite cute you mutt."

"I was only kidd—" a sudden buzz from his phone made him abruptly stop talking. He looked down and was excited to see his boyfriends name on the screen.

"I have to go dad!" He quickly said running upstairs.

"Did a student contacted you? If not I'm still available! Everyday and any time!" After not getting a response back he sighed.

"Fine. Whatever. I'm still making potato wedges."

•••

Jimin waited at the cafe table impatiently. He kept glancing at the clock every couple minutes. Vellichxrr had sent a message saying he/she was on the way.

It had been half an hour. Would they just not show up? Why was Jimin so worried about it? Even getting stood up by a stranger hurt his ego.

He decided to pull out his phone and log on his social media account to distract himself for a bit. Scrolling down he encountered Sana'a picture.

She looked stunning.

What didn't look stunning was that atrocious man beside her. Jimin thought he would look much better next to her.

Minutes later after becoming bored of seeing random pictures he sighed looking up. Still no signal of Velichxxr. 

Jimin being the impatient boy he was he decided to send another message. It was delivered but not opened.

What if this was all a scam? What if the writer was never planning to show up? What if he was being set up for some sort of prank?

Or maybe he was just being paranoid.

Either way, Jimin decided to create a whole different account. He used his email from middle school and managed to create a new profile.

"Since you don't want to answer to DEF you night answer to GHI." He mumbled typing the words away.

"Sir, can I get you something else to drink?" The waiter asked interrupting him.

"Can you give me talent to write and make Sana fall in love with me?"

The waiter cleared his throat, "Uhhh...sir, I don't know about that drink. These are the only ones available." He said handing him the menu.

"Yeah I know that. Uhh...thanks..."

"Vernon." He finished.

"Yeah. Thanks Vernon. What drink do you recommend?"

"None from here."

"Excuse me?" Jimin asked confused.

"Oops. I just remembered I'm still working. The...the cappuccino is alright."

"Hmm...okay. Yeah. I'll have that." Jimin said unsure.

"Alright. I'll bring it right out." Vernon said walking away.

Jimin shook his head and proceeded to send multiple messages. He did this when he was anxious. Not on the regular because he hated typing too much afraid of misspelling words.

Yoongi was running across the parking lot hoping that DEF was still waiting. He was very late and had little hope that DEF was still there.

He had to stop for a second to catch a breath. His tummy was not feeling too great and neither was his chest. Drinking a full mug of hot chocolate and running across the parking lot was not a good combination.

He kneeled down and starting coughing trying to catch his breath. People walking by looked at him. Yet none stopped to ask if he was okay.

"Fucking assholes." He murmured pulling out his gray inhaler.

After doing two puffs he felt better. This time he decided to walk to the cafe. It was better to arrive late and alive instead of  early and dead.

When he walked in the warm air hit him. He inhaled the sweet coffee scent feeling at home. This was one of his favorite places.

He started looking around for a person wearing red. As his eyes landed on Jimin on the corner table his mouth dropped open.

His heart started racing to incredible speeds. No. No. It couldn't be the arrogant Park Jimin. He started to look for another person wearing red.

Nope. He was the only one. Yoongi didn't know why he found himself walking over to him. He approached him slowly and in a cautious way.

This could all be a set up.

What if Jimin was only here to humiliate him? What if his friends were recording all of this? What if Yoongi would only get laughed at?

Jimin groaned setting his phone down. When he did he saw a pair of black dirty vans in front of him.

His eyesight started to go up the body and there he found a small pale boy. He wore an oversized black hoodie, ripped black jeans, and had a black nose hoop on his right nostril. His hair was pitch black parted in the middle.

This was Vellichxrr? The romantic writer that Sana was obsessed with on Tumblr? There was no way in hell.

This boy looked lifeless.

"Shit. I guess you're upset about your shoes."