Story 2: {The one where Yoongi is a tired cat lover}

"The music composition books?"

Startled, you glance up from your novel. "Sorry?"

There's a man leaning against the information desk you occupy, looking at you with irritation in his eyes. "Music composition. Where are the books for that?"

His tone, flat almost to the point of rude, startles you.

This is the public library.

While most public businesses might have patrons such as these, with anger in their tone and spite in their eyes, never the library.

The people who frequent this beautifully dusty place are soft and tender at heart, quiet intellectuals who only want to lose themselves in literature.

Usually when someone approaches your desk, it's with a polite smile and a soft hello, hands wringing as they ask for the section they're interested in. You, in return, usually lend a smile of your own.

However, in this moment, you're too shocked to muster one. "Uh, they're in the back row of shelves, all the way to your left."

The man doesn't thank you.

You observe him as he slinks away into the back of the library, your brow furrowed in confusion.

Did you do something to merit that rude behavior?

You think hard, trying to remember if you've seen him somewhere before, or if you've done him some wrong in the past.

No matter how much you torture your brain, though, he still remains a perfect stranger.

You shrug, figuring you won't have to deal with him again, and return to your book.

Unfortunately for you, that prediction turns out to be very, very wrong.

Almost every day, the man returns to the library in the mid-morning, and every day retreats to the back shelves. He doesn't emerge again until it's almost time for closing, never speaking to you or the other staff, and never checking out a book.

His eyes are always ringed with dark circles like he hasn't been sleeping, and his light-colored hair is always tucked beneath a beanie.

You don't even know his name.

One night, as you begin to prepare for closing time, you stop to feed the library's resident mascot - Romeo the calico cat.

He purrs happily beneath your hands as you pet his orange-and-black dappled fur, simultaneously trying to fill up his food bowl.

"Calm down, Rome," you laugh as the cat's attempts to get your attention send some dry food skittering across the floor. "I'm petting you. See?"

"Oh. A cat."

The sudden voice makes you shriek and jerk, spilling a good third of Romeo's food.

A glance up reveals to you the mysterious man, leaning over the information counter to peer down at you and Romeo.

Choosing to not bring up the sudden conversational skills he's abruptly adapted, you run a hand along Romeo's arching spine and say, "Yep, this is Romeo - Rome for short. He's the library's mascot."

Looking up into his face, you can see the man's features more clearly than before.

His eyes are narrow but beautiful, angled out in a perfect sharp, striking point. His lips are thin, pink like budding flowers, and his nose is small and snub.

If it weren't for the generally displeased expression on his face, he would be almost baby-faced.

As you watch, the man's eyes tilt down at the edges, softening into molten chocolate.

"Could I...can I pet him?"

If the request wasn't shocking enough, he sounds hesitant, his voice deep and gentle.

"Sure," you squeak.

He comes around the desk and squats beside you, holding out a hand to let Romeo inspect him. The cat sniffs gingerly at the newcomer for a minuscule moment, giving in to his friendly nature as he purrs and arches his back beneath the man's hand.

"Hi, little buddy," the man says, and smiles.

Smiles.

Your breath catches in your throat.

"I'm Y/N, by the way," you say, offhanded and distracted. When he smiles, his eyes crinkle up sweetly - he looks so soft.

"Yoongi," the man says. He looks up at you when Romeo busses up under his hand, and unleashes the power of a full-fledged grin.

You almost fall back on your butt in shock.

He's gorgeous.

The simplest smile brightens his gloomy face to the point that it's practically radiating light, centered around the lip-stretching smile that shows a tad bit of his gums in an adorable, gummy-bear kind of way.

"Yoongi," you breathe. "It's nice to finally meet you."

[A/N]
ReeeEEeeEEeEe
I'd die for soft Yoongz