The angel

By the time the boy looked back at the display counter the new buyers were gone. He tried to keep up his smile, he didn't want to let anyone know about his mood change. After he collected all of the dirty dishes he went back behind the counter, making his way towards the sink and put in all of the dirty cups and plates.

He knew this was not the best job, but it was better than nothing. Also, thanks to his good looks he got tips from the ladies pretty frequently - sometimes even younger men got him a small amount of cash, making the young man blush every time.

As he hovered above the sink and opened the tap, sharp pain cut in his back, he had to bite his bottom lip to keep his painful moan in.

He knew what this pain meant - that he had to go on the rooftop of his apartment during the night, he couldn't bear one more day. After his pain slowly faded he continued on washing up. When the bell above the door rang he turned around - he quickly dried his hands first - to check out who the new customer was.

A tough looking man looked around and when he saw the young boy he made his way towards him.

"Good morning! How can I help you?" The younger asked, trying to smile - the man was a potential customer after all. The guy slid one of his hands under his jacket, pulling out a picture and putting it in front of his face.

"Have you seen this boy?" The latter said in a low voice.

The boy in the picture looked as young as himself; his blonde locks partly covered his sad-looking eyes. Under his tiny nose he had incredibly tempting, plump lips which were curled a bit downwards, it made him look heart wrenching. He was so pale, he looked like the Sun had never touched his skin; his face was pretty thin, like he didn't eat properly, but he still looked really handsome. The boy behind the counter turned his gaze to the man, shaking his head slightly.

"No, Sir, I didn't."

The latter just nodded and left the shop without another word.

The rest of the day went as usual, he greeted the new customers just as happily as the frequent ones. During his shift, he wondered multiple times about the three customers who left the shop without buying anything. He'd roughly checked them out, and he had to admit that all of them were pretty handsome. The boy who stuttered his answer looked younger than himself, and his boyfriend looked like he was the oldest from the trio. The third, the shortest with the mint hair, was probably older too than himself but he was not sure as he looked so... pretty. He felt like they had met before, or at least he'd seen the mint-haired one, but he couldn't point out why he felt that way.

While he was in his thoughts, he knotted the trash bag and made his way towards the rear exit. He opened the door with his free hand and made his steps to the container; he threw the trash bag with huge force into it. He was halfway inside when he heard a noise. He winced and looked around with wide opened eyes. Sadly this part of the shop was lit badly so he couldn't see much.

"It was just a stray cat or something." He mumbled, trying to calm himself and quickly went into the shop, closing the door behind himself, just to be sure.

After he was done with everything, he changed his clothes and a few minutes later he was already turning the key in the door of the coffee shop, tapping in the password of the alarm. He stretched himself but he felt the pain in his back again, interrupting his movements; he winced, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment. He trembled a bit before he made his way towards his home, repeating in his mind like some kind of mantra that no matter what he will go to the rooftop and let out his wings.

The night was much colder than the day before, he blamed himself for not wearing his scarf; he left it at home in the morning rush. He was at the entrance of the park when a small, white snowflake landed on his nose; it melted almost immediately by the warmth of his skin. The boys' eyes sparkled with child-like joy as he looked up to the sky with a huge grin on his face, not even looking where he was going. He didn't care, he was so happy that it was snowing, flashbacks came into his mind from his childhood; how he built a snowman in his grandmother's garden or when he had a snowball fight with his grandfather in the backyard.

A sharp sound of a car horn snapped him out of his memories. The boy froze, watching the vehicle getting closer towards him, his eyes went wide, his mouth was slightly agaped. He squeezed his eyes shut a moment later, waiting for the inevitable – and quite painful – meet with the car.

A painful moan left his lips as he felt something smashing against his body, his teeth clenched when his body met with the wet asphalt. His ears were ringing, he felt like his whole body was tingling with pain. He didn't hear much from his surroundings, he needed a few moments to gather up himself and open his eyes.

"... alright? Are you hurt?" The boy heard a voice filled with worry.

He tried to stand up, but something didn't let him do it. He frowned when he opened his eyes; the first thing he saw was a pair of two beautiful, brown eyes. A few seconds later he lowered his gaze to look at more closely the owner of the fearful gaze. Pale skin, snub nose, thin lips, mint coloured hair...

Wait, what?

Yoongi

Yoongi felt like his heart was beating so fast it was about to jump out of his chest, he felt it even in his throat as he scanned the boy's face - he looked quite scared. Did he hit his head or any other part of his body? Yoongi couldn't tell.

"Answer me, please! Are you hurt?" Yoongi asked the boy again, noticing how the fear was slowly crawling up on his skin.

"I- I don't know." The young man stuttered, Yoongi felt a wave of relief washing over him hearing those words. The boy lowered his gaze from his face, and somehow his eyes went even wider than before.

He looked a bit funny, but Yoongi couldn't blame him - he was laying on him after all.

But Yoongi had no idea what else he should have done besides jumping towards him and pushing him onto the ground, away from the car which was still coming towards him.

In Yoongi's mind, it was a pretty nice solution, thank you very much.

"Ah, uhm... sorry." Yoongi stuttered with burning cheeks as he got off of the boy and knelt next to him. The latter slowly sat up and checked himself out. His hands got bruised and his jeans were damped here and there, but thankfully there were no other signs of what had happened a few moments ago, no serious injuries and such.

"Hey, are you two alright?" A man appeared next to us.

"I'm fine." Yoongi answered as he stood up to his feet.

"I think I'm okay..." The boy mumbled, standing up as well.

"That's good to hear. I'm sorry about what happened." The man bowed, apologising. "Take care, okay? If you feel dizzy, go to the hospital." The man added, then he went back to his car. They both walked back to the sidewalk, watching as the car drove off.

It was so odd for Yoongi how quickly everything went back to normal like nothing had happened a few minutes ago, the few people who had stopped continued walking, the vehicles on the streets went by, one car following the other.

"Thank you." Yoongi glanced at the boy next to him, being pulled out from his thoughts, and he saw a gentle smile appearing on his face as they locked eyes.

"Come on now, I- I couldn't let you be hit by a car." Yoongi mumbled, ignoring how his cheeks started burning. Feeling too embarrassed, he turned his head and focused on the cars passing by on the streets. "Just next time try to pay more attention to where you're going." He added after a few moments of silence.

"So-sorry." The boy apologised quietly.

Yoongi had a feeling that when Seokjin had mentioned that he should try to get to know this mysterious angel, he was probably not this way, but hey, it was better than reading in his mind, wasn't it?

"Why did you leave?" The sudden question caught Yoongi off guard; he glanced at him with a frown.

"I beg your pardon?"

"At the coffee shop today. You guys left without buying anything, I couldn't even say goodbye." The latter explained, his eyes filled with sadness, and at the end he pursed his lips into a pout.

"Uh... something came up and we had to leave." Yoongi said, glad that he didn't stutter this time. Yay.

"Oh... I see." The boy said, and even though it was obvious he wanted to know more, he didn't push the subject. He lifted his head up towards the sky, his lips curling up to a happy smile. There was something charming in the way the snowflakes sparkled like diamonds in the boy's slightly wavy hair, his brown eyes filled with joy. Jungkook's words echoed in Yoongi's mind - the boy's power really was a match to his looks.

The urge to look into his mind was killing Yoongi, he wanted to know what the other was thinking, but he didn't want to use his powers on the boy. He wanted to speak with him, he truly did, but he was so bad at socialising, he had no idea what he should say. He wished he could be like Seokjin, having nice and interesting conversations with others, but sadly it was one of his flaws - he was terrible at communicating with people.

The boy lowered his head, focusing his gaze on Yoongi. Then he....

Then he bowed, deeply, almost ninety degrees.

"Thank you very much for saving me." He said as he slowly straightened his back, a big, grateful smile crossing his face.

"Aish, I told you, there's no need to thank me for anything." Yoongi said, and by the way his cheeks were heating up, he was sure that he was blushing.

"I'm still grateful for it. Who knows what could have happened if you weren't here..." He trailed off, the unspoken words made him tremble a little.

They stayed quiet for a short while, neither of them wanted to leave. They just stood there, scanning their surroundings like they had no better thing to do. It was so strange to Yoongi that he didn't know what the other was thinking about. He tried to keep any thread of the boy's thoughts out of his mind, remembering that he was more sensitive to people's minds who had powers.

A sigh broke the silence, Yoongi looked at the boy at the sound of it, interest and fear bubbling up in his belly.

"Well, I hope that next time we'll meet in better conditions, uh..." The boy trailed off, his lips curled up to a shy smile while he raised one of his brows.

"Yoongi. Min Yoongi." Yoongi introduced himself, his heart fluttering in his chest when the boy's smile widened, turning into a unique, boxy grin. Yoongi felt his own lips going upward, warmness blooming in his chest at the sight of that smile.

"Kim Taehyung." The latter introduced himself as they bowed towards each other.

Yoongi was already on his way home, but he still felt that warmth inside his chest, tingling his inner nerves as well, his smile glued onto his face. It might not be such a big deal that had happened a short while ago as he only got to know his name, but Yoongi still thought about it as a big achievement, a huge step forward on the path of getting to know Taehyung.

Still, he had a lot of questions he wanted to get answers for, and he was aware that he had to earn Taehyung's trust, to get closer to him, close enough to make him feel safe enough to show his true self.

Yoongi had to make Taehyung feel and understand that he could count on him, no matter if it'd be about a good or a bad thing.

But it was a long path, and Yoongi could only hope that he was not going to screw things up.

One thing was sure though - that he's going to be a regular visitor of that coffee shop.