The waiter set two cups of coffee on the table and asked them if they wanted to order something.

"Not right now." Yoongi answered. The waiter left the table and then Yoongi turned his attention back to Jimin.

"How did you get Taehyung to cover for you?"

"We're childhood friends. He's my best friend and when I begged him to do it he couldn't say no to me. He's truly sorry for what he did and if it makes it any better. He never agreed with it."

"I still don't understand your insecurities."

"If you saw me the way I see myself you'd understand."

Yoongi pressed his lips not knowing how to respond. He would usually just tell him to suck it up and get over it, but with Jimin it was different.

He didn't want to hurt him. He tried to tell himself he didn't care but he knew he did.

"I have a few questions." Jimin said nervously.

"Oh, so now you're the one asking questions? I thought I was the one interrogating you."

"What else do you want to know? My weight? My natural hair color? By the way I'm wearing blue contacts right now but my eyes aren't blue for real! I don't want you to see me again and then wonder what happened to my eye color."

"Who said we would see each other again?"

Jimin gulped blinking quickly. "I—I just—well I assumed—I—"

Yoongi looked down silently chuckling. Was this the way Jimin always reacted to his messages?

Jimin felt himself beginning to sweat as he wiped a bit off his forehead.

Keep yourself together, Jimin. He's going to think you're a sweaty bitch.

"You're funny." Yoongi finally said. Jimin furrowed his eyebrows not knowing whether that was a compliment or an insult so he just awkwardly smiled.

Yoongi picked up his coffee cup and took a sip. Jimin then realized he had totally forgot about the coffee.

He picked it up as well and blew on it to make sure it wasn't going to burn his tongue off. "So Jimin—"

Before Yoongi could even finish his sentence Jimin was already spitting out the coffee back into the cup.

Jimin tried to play if off by putting the cup down and wiping his mouth timidly. "It's so hot! Clumsy me!"

In reality he hated the coffee. It was pure black. Jimin needed a handful of sugar to sweeten his coffee and lots of vanilla creamer too.

"You don't even like black coffee do you?"

Jimin looked at Yoongi embarrassed as he shook his head no. "I assumed it had sugar." He whispered.

"Well not everyone likes diabetes in their coffee."

"Is there a problem?" The waiter asked approaching them. He looked at the spilled coffee on the table from Jimin spitting.

Jimin quickly noticed and started cleaning it with a napkin. "Can I get some sugar please?"

"Sure thing!"

"And do you have like vanilla creamer? Or hazel nut?" He randomly asked. The waiter looked at him confused.

"Never mind. Just the sugar please."

"Vanilla? Hazel nut? That takes the whole coffee taste away." Yoongi said.

"No uh." Jimin said defensively.

"Yes uh."

"No uh."

Yoongi was then aware that he was arguing with a twenty-three year old who carried a pink homemade stuffed sock animal over a cup of coffee.

Thankfully, the waiter arrived and set down a small plate with three sugar cubes. Jimin stared at the sugar cubes and then he looked up at the waiter with a smile.

"Great. Thanks."

The waiter then excused himself and Jimin returned to staring at the cubes. "What?" Yoongi wondered.

"I thought they'd bring me like a little cup of sugar. Like real sugar." He whispered so no one would hear.

"What do you mean real sugar? That is real sugar."

"I've never even seen one of these." Jimin responded picking up a cube.

"It's the same thing just add one at—"

Yoongi wasn't able to finish because Jimin had already dropped the three sugar cubes in the cup.

"Holy shit that was three."

"Yes, I'm aware. I have eyes." Jimin said calmly. Yoongi raised his eyebrows the phrase sounding familiar.

"I'm just kidding! I'm not trying to be mean." He quickly added a little panicked.

Yoongi felt a smile forming on his lips but he looked down to not show it.

"May I ask the questions now?" Jimin asked quietly.

"Yes. Go ahead."

Jimin pulled out the folded piece of notebook paper from his pocket. He cleared his throat, "Okay, so first question. Are you still mad at me?"

"Why're you reading off the sheet? Can't you just ask me face to face?"

Jimin cleared his throat once again and glanced at Yoongi. "I'm sorry. I can't. If I try to remember everything off the top of my head I'll forget! You're just so fucking stunning I can't even concentrate and that's why I have them written down."

Yoongi felt his heart swell when he heard Jimin say that. Why did he feel so content hearing him say it?

"I'm not that mad anymore." He responded.

"Okay, good. Next question, do you prefer chocolate or vanilla or strawberry or all three? I personally like all three. I'm not a huge fan of them but I'll definitely eat them especially if it's an ice cream flavor."

"Uhhh . . . chocolate?" Yoongi responded unsure of why this question was important.

"Great answer! I love chocolate as well. Proceeding, umm do you like lil meow meow? You haven't acknowledged his presence."

"Yes, I've noticed him."

"Do you like him?"

He shrugged in response and Jimin nodded. "Okay, umm what did you think of the song best friend? And did you ever listened to smithereens?"

"I thought the song was pretty good actually. I vibe with it. I didn't listen to the other one."

Jimin felt his heart crumple a little. Yoongi had listened to it and he didn't know why he couldn't admit it to him. In reality, he loved it.

"Alright. Well, uhhh, okay, next question."

"How many questions do you have?"

"Umm, fifty."

"Fifty?" Yoongi exclaimed.

"I actually came up with two-hundred thirty-one questions but I narrowed it down to fifty."

"Read the questions. Let me hear this." Yoongi said leaning closer towards him.

This made Jimin nervous and he took a deep breath as he started to read them. "What's your favorite number? Do you eat fruits? Are you allergic to anything? What's your favorite drink? Do you drink alcohol? If so what kind? Do you smoke? If so how many packs a day?"

"Is this a medical questionnaire?"

"Well no but I just want to know everything about you." Jimin confessed blushing.

"Do you have really important questions you'd like to know? We can get back to the rest later."

Later.

Jimin's heart skipped a beat. If Yoongi said later it probably meant that they would see each other again.

"Yes, I marked down the most important questions with a bright red star as you can see." Jimin said showing Yoongi the paper.

Yoongi smirked. How was Jimin so fucking cute? He just wanted to hold him and cuddle him forever.

"I see. So what are the questions?"

"Do you like waffles? That's very important to me! And ummm...do you like Dr. Pepper or Pepsi? Do you date Jennie? And do you like me?"

Jimins eyes widen as he read the last question. He didn't mean to ask to so bluntly and he wasn't planning on asking him today anyways. He cursed himself for being so blunt.

Yoongi stared at Jimin who was still red faced. "I like waffles, I'll drink either one, I'm not dating Jennie why're you so obsessed with that?"

"Because I keep seeing her post you everywhere. And she's so pretty! And I just—ugh." Jimin struggled to find the words.

"We used to date, but now we're just friends. We never worked as a couple."

"Okay." He responded a bit relieved. He was glad Yoongi had ignored his last question.

Yoongi's phone started ringing and he picked it up. "Yeah. What's up? Hoseok I can't—are you serious? Fine. I'll be there." He quickly hung up and Jimin felt himself deflated.

"You gotta go?" He whispered.

"I do. Hoseok's car broke down and he's with Taehyung and Rose. They need a ride."

"Alright." Jimin said obviously upset.

"We will finish this later alright?"

"Later?"

"Yeah."

Jimin smiled, "Okay that's fine."

Yoongi took out his wallet and pulled out a few bills and put them on the table. "I can pay for mine." Jimin said embarrassed.

"Don't worry about it." Yoongi said getting up from the table. Jimin got up as well and grabbed his stuffed animal.

Yoongi looked at the boy and he couldn't help to notice how defined his body was. The way his hips hugged his waist so perfectly. The way his short sleeves wrapped around his biceps. Yoongi gulped as he felt the blood rush up his neck to his face.

"I left the money on the table and your tip." Yoongi said as he walked by the waiter. Jimin followed him behind.

As the exited the cafe a girl started screaming from across the street. "Jimin! Jimin! Hey! Oh my gosh! It's Yoongi too!"

Jimin recognized Irene and he bit the inside of his cheek. "Who's that?" Yoongi wondered.

"She must be confusing me." Jimin said embarrassed. Please don't say it, please don't say it—

"It's the famous worldwide model and Yoongi! Oh my gosh!"

Her manager came screaming at her and she quickly looked, "Bye Yoongi! Bye Jimin! I love you guys!" She yelled as she went into a building.

"Famous worldwide model huh? Are you just a compulsive liar?" Yoongi asked.

Jimin shook his head ashamed. "It was Taehyung and Namjoon! They told that poor girl I was famous in the USA and she believes it! She uploaded pictures of me to her page and everything."

Yoongi laughed looking away. Jimin blinked several times trying to process the beautiful sounds coming from Yoongi's mouth.

Jimin smiled as he admired Yoongi. Suddenly, Yoongi stopped laughing when he noticed Jimin looking. He frowned and punched his shoulder.

Jimin gasped shocked at the action. "Don't even act surprised. I told you I'd punch you when I met you." Yoongi said.

Jimin pouted because it hurt. A lot. "O-okay." He stuttered his eyes filling up with tears. Not because of the punch but because that probably meant Yoongi was still mad.

Yoongi abruptly pulled Jimin in for a hug. Jimin was surprised by the action as he held his breath accidentally dropping his stuffed animal.

He then relaxed to the touch and softly wrapped his arms around Yoongi's frame closing his eyes with a smile.

He sniffed Yoongi's scent and felt his warmth. He'd never felt such thing. Nothing in the world compared to it.

Yoongi then quickly pulled away. "I got to go now. Bye."

"Bye." Jimin replied with a big smile. He couldn't erase his emotions from his face. Yoongi bent over and picked up his animal and handed it to Jimin.

"I do like your stuffed animal and I did listen to smithereens." He said.

And with that he walked away leaving Jimin a confused mess. He still had a big smile plastered on his face.

He knew it would hurt if Yoongi didn't feel the same.

He knew it would hurt if he fell too hard.

He knew it would hurt.

He still did it anyways.