coffee - yoonmin
request: Can I request a yoonmin fluff where Jimin sees Yoongi in a coffee shop and they get to know each other from there probably ending with kisses?
The coffee shop bustled around him, voices chittering back and forth in the lunch time rush. Jimin leaned back against the soft material of the chair, staring blankly at his laptop. Normally, the soft sounds of the coffee shop soothed him, but it was so loud today that it was distracting. With a resolved sigh, he reached up to close his laptop, but just then made eye contact with the boy across the room.
Normally, Jimin wouldn’t think twice about such a fleeting glance as this. Normally his gaze wouldn’t linger, long after the stranger looked away. Normally, he wouldn’t find himself mesmerized in such a passing way. But this wasn’t normal, and this wasn’t a normal boy. Jimin couldn’t tell what stuck out to him most - was it his silver hair, glowing white under the soft light that shone through the window shade behind him? Or his pale lips, moving almost imperceptibly as he narrated to himself the book in his hands? Or maybe it was his hands - his ghostly white hands, knuckles so bare they bore no story. Jimin let his gaze slip back to him laptop, then, after a moment of hesitation, snapped it closed, snatching it up as he stalked his way over to stand beside the boy.
It should be noted that, traditionally, Jimin was not the most charming of people, especially when cute boys were involved. On every occasion he had attempted to ask someone out, or even strike up a conversation, he either copped out or messed it up so badly that he would wish he could disappear into thin air. He didn’t know if it was the change in the coffee shop’s atmosphere, or the coffee in his veins, but something gave Jimin the confidence to slip into the space beside the boy.
At the motion beside him, the boy looked up from his book, his gaze flicking from Jimin to the novel in his hands. “Hi there,” Jimin chimed, then immediately regretted it - he probably sounded like the most naive idiot right now. Almost instantly, his confidence was gone.
“Oh, hi,” the boy murmured, and Jimin noticed his grip tighten on his book.
Since there was no way out of the situation, Jimin resolved himself - he might as well try and mend the situation rather than run away in embarrassment. “Have you ever been here before?” When the boy shook his head, Jimin tried to crack a small smile, but he knew he probably looked terrified. “If you want, I could recommend you something. I come here almost every day.”
The boy noticeably relaxed, his gaze drifting over to the counter a few feet from him. “What’s your favorite?” the boy asked, slipping his book into the satchel that was strewn across his body.
Jimin pondered for a moment, then let out a short laugh. “Me? Well i’m more of a black coffee person myself, but if you’re looking for something more mellow, I would recommend one of their iced lattes, especially on a day as hot as this one.”
Taking in his response, the boy nodded thoughtfully. “I think I’ll try that.” He glanced back to where Jimin had been sitting, nodding towards the still vacant table. “Are you still sitting there?”
Jimin let out a small breath, then nodded. “Yeah, I am,” he said slowly, “…but if you want, there’s an empty seat waiting for you after you order.”
Flashing a small grin, the boy bobbed his head eagerly. “I think I’ll take you up on that offer.”
After he sat down, Jimin stared straight at the table, completely speechless. It had worked. He had actually made a conversation. With a cute person. And it wasn’t awkward, either. Nothing could describe how giddy he felt, and he felt a light blush in his cheeks. Was this how high school kids felt? It felt dumb, but at the same time it felt so so nice. That was it. It was nice.
—
Weeks passed by, and each day, Jimin met Yoongi - that was name, he found out on their first sit down together - at the coffee shop. If you asked him whether is was a date or not, he couldn’t tell you; all he could tell was that it was the most blissful hour he had each day, sitting down with Yoongi, talking about everything and nothing at the same time.
One day, Jimin entered the coffee shop at the same time as on every day, just after noon. He sat down as his usual table, getting out his laptop per usual, but this time, he had something new with him - a small, neatly wrapped package.
With each passing minute, Jimin grew more impatient, fiddling with his fingers and tapping his feet. He couldn’t even focus on his work, despite his daunting deadline due in a week. Every time the door opened, he glanced up, but every time his hope was crushed. After resorting to tap away at his laptop uselessly, his phone buzzed on the table, a text alert popping onto the screen. The instant he read it, his heart dropped. It was from Yoongi.
Hey Jimin. I’m really sorry, but I can’t make it today. But I promise you I’ll be there tomorrow - I’ll stay for two hours to make up for today.
Jimin sighed, slumping forward and letting his head slam into the wooden table, banging it a couple of times before he finally set up. His commotion had acquired a bit of a crowd, but he didn’t care - the only thing he cared about was Yoongi.
—
Yoongi made sure to be at the cafe the next day. He was so angry at himself for missing their date - if he could really call it that - the day before, but he had ended up in the hospital. It was something he’d been hoping to mention to Jimin, but he didn’t know how to come about it. How do you bring up the fact that you’re sick in a normal conversation? “Oh hey, just to let you know, I have hemolytic anemia and if I miss my medication I go into a coma! But anyways, have you finished your story yet?” It was one of those things that was awkward for him to talk about, especially when he ended up in the hospital to much because of it. It wasn’t that he missed his medication on purpose, but sometimes his memory got so foggy because of the medication that he completely forgot he was on anything altogether.
That was why the day before he had to miss their date the day before. The instant he woke up, he knew he’d missed his medication, and immediately got himself to the hospital. He didn’t remember anything much after that, just that he woke up with several missed texts from Jimin. He felt so shitty, not being able to give a reasonable excuse, but promised himself that the next day, he would tell Jimin.
So the instant he walked through the door, as soon as his eyes caught Jimin’s, every worry in his body, and he found himself running over to sit down across from him. He let out a long sigh, his head dipping down again and again. “I’m so sorry, I’m really sorry Jimin, I didn’t mean to miss yesterday-”
“Hey, it’s okay,” Jimin reassured him, his smile genuine. “As long as you’re okay, that’s the thing.” Yoongi didn’t respond, just fiddled with his fingers, his eyes glancing around the room to avoid Jimin’s gaze. “You are okay…” Jimin hesitates, “…right?”
Yoongi sighed softly, his eyes casting up to Jimin’s in front of him. “That’s the thing,” he muttered, “I wouldn’t really say that I’m okay.”
Jimin listened intently while Yoongi explained what happened. About his illness, about what it feels like, and about what he has to do to control it. “Is it terminal?”
“No! No, not at all,” Yoongi said quickly. “No, it’s just a nuisance, that’s all. I mean, it can be life threatening, but only if I completely stop taking my medication. And I think it would take a lot for me to do that.”
Nodding slowly, Jimin’s eyes remained fixed on Yoongi’s face. “So why didn’t you tell me yesterday?”
Yoongi shrugged. “It’s not something that’s easy to talk about. It’s kinda awkward for me. Because, in all honesty, that happens to me a lot, and even though I know I need to stay on top of my medication better, it’s hard for me to keep track of it all.”
Jimin nodded. “I understand that. Just, from now on, call me when something like that happens okay? I’ll get you where you need to be.” Yoongi smiled, replying with a small ‘ok’. After a moment, Jimin let out a sigh, reaching for something in his bag. “Well, since you weren’t here yesterday, I didn’t get to give you your present.”
“What present? What for?”
“You’ll see,” was all Jimin said as he handed Yoongi a small, rectangular package, neatly wrapped in blue paper. Glancing up at him, Yoongi carefully pried open the paper, revealing a medium sized book, with a hard grey cover. Giving him a confused glance, Jimin nodded towards the book. “Open it up.”
Prying it open and flipping through it, Yoongi noticed that all of the pages were blank except for the first one. His eyes focused on the words - words he could tell, were written by Jimin - and immediately, his heart soared.
Dear Yoongi, You said you wanted to start writing, so here you go. I want you to write about everything. Write about all of those books you live. Write about the sky and the grass and the clouds. Write about anything you can think of - maybe, even us.
Yoongi’s gaze finally drifted up to meet Jimin’s beaming grin. “Us?” Yoongi echoed, receiving an enthusiastic nod from Jimin. Instantly, Yoongi was out of his seat, moving to the other side to catch Jimin, half stood, in a quick kiss. “Is there really an us?” he asked, his pitch rising.
“There can be, if you want it.”
“Hell yeah, I want it.”
