Chapter 2: His Routine

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A few days later Yoongi was browsing on his phone while waiting in line to get his coffee when someone tapped his shoulder. He turned around confused and saw your face way too close, he flinched and put distance in between you two immediately. What's with this girl scaring him each time she shows up? He wondered annoyed.

"Hey Yoongi! How are you?" you asked smiling confidently.

He glanced at you and then looked back at his screen, "Hey" is all he said softly, again trying to avoid the exchange.

You paid no notice and continued to talk "in the end I had to get a new laptop, the temperature and the melted sugar messed with the contacts" he looked back at you with furrowed eyebrows and your bottom lip was jutting out slightly. He stared for a second, that was a cute little pout.

"I'm sorry, what about your files?" he truly wished he could have done more, he could only imagine what losing all his work would mean to him.

"I kept my old laptop, just in case. This guy told me he couldn't retrieve them for me" you said concerned. Yoongi's eyes darted from side to side as he looked down at the floor. Should he offer to help? No. He was too busy, you could find someone else.

He ordered his usual drink and you chimed in "I'll pay for that"— you informed the cashier as you ordered your hot beverage. Yoongi's mouth hung open, he wasn't sure what to do with himself. That was kind of embarrassing. He walked away without a word to the other side of the bar to wait for the barista. After paying you walked up to him —"for helping me with my computer." He pursed his lips and nodded awkwardly still not making eye contact.

"It didn't really help though" he said as the man handed him his cup.

"Still, you tried, there was no reason why you should have bothered" you made a fair point, he might not be the most talkative person, but if someone needed something, he made himself readily available. That's what his dad was like, silent, but caring.

He sat down at his usual table and shortly after you made your way to the table next to him. He sighed exasperated at the interruption of his peaceful moment. He thought that buying him coffee would be enough for you to pay him back for the favor and you would leave him be, but he was wrong apparently.

Yoongi pretended he didn't notice as he went over some lyrics he was working on.

"Oh, is that a poem?" you said excited and he looked at you with wide eyes startled, pulling the papers up and against his chest protectively. You were again way too close for comfort, looking over his shoulder.

He growled and sighed again before answering, "no " he deadpanned and grabbed his bag before getting up.

"Bye" he blurted out and left the shop hurriedly.

Why are you so intrusive? He asked himself as he walked the few blocks to the studio. It's not like he had saved your life, why were you all over him. For a minute he wondered if maybe you recognized him from somewhere, but you seemed to be too clueless about what he did. He couldn't be sure though.

He considered going to another coffee shop instead, but he really liked how they prepared his drink there and the roasted coffee beans they offered. He didn't want to sacrifice his coffee, you'd eventually leave him alone. You had to get the message eventually that he really did not want to talk. He just wanted to relax for a bit before working the usual 12 hours a day.

The next week he was walking in between the tables to get to the usual one by the window. He froze on the spot when he saw you sitting next to it. He was relieved you had stopped showing up and wasn't expecting you. He looked around trying to find another table, but he felt silly for making such a big deal out of it.

He resolved to sit where he usually did. "Good morning, Yoongi" you said cheerfully as he quietly took a seat without directing a word to you. Why were you so friendly? He was confused. Didn't you feel awkward just talking to yourself oblivious to his lack of interest? He frowned annoyed at his thoughts.

You took out your laptop and got working. He sighed relieved when you didn't insist and a small smile drew itself on his lips as he laid back on his chair and closed his eyes. You looked up at him as he hummed and smiled to yourself. You were curious about what he did for a living, about what he wrote. What was that about? It sounded beautiful, you thought.

You hadn't meant to look over his shoulder, but when you got up to go to the bathroom you casually looked at his table and couldn't help but read a couple lines. You just had to say something, they were too good not to point it out.

Every time you came to this cafe, you hoped to see him there for some reason. Just the cute shy guy that sometimes cared, but then didn't. He was a mystery to you and he made your mornings more exciting. Life was dull and he was a breath of fresh air.

You stood up after a bit and Yoongi looked up at you when he sensed the movement around him. You gathered your things hastily and practically ran out the door. He looked at his watch and he saw he barely had any time left to himself. You had been surprisingly quiet today though and he was intrigued. Maybe you were finally going to let him be.

As he walked to work, he wondered if he had been too harsh. He didn't feel as satisfied as he thought he would be once you stopped getting in his business. At least you had kept his mornings interesting and you hadn't really been annoying, he had to admit. He was just not interested in conversing.

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You didn't show up for a couple weeks and Yoongi felt silly for stopping to wonder where you'd gone. It's not like you came in every day as he did, but you were there at least once a week, always asking for the same drink. A caramel macchiato. That's what you had asked for when you bought his coffee and your paper cup always looked the same.

He heard the bell as someone opened the door and instinctively looked up. It was you. He smiled to himself content, you'd become part of his routine and all felt right when everything was in order. He needn't worry anymore.

You carefully took a seat at your table and sighed frustrated. This day was not going well, life was not going well, you hated your job, you hated taking evening classes. It was all too exhausting. You'd been excited about moving to Seoul to get your degree, but everything was suddenly overwhelming and you didn't really have anyone here to talk to.

If you could just get it all out of your chest, that would be nice. You cried silently as you couldn't take it anymore. Yoongi heard you sniffle and turned to look at you concerned. He leaned slightly to see your face better, you were actually crying. Well, that was awkward, he thought not knowing exactly what to do.

He took out some tissues from his jacket's pocket and put them on your table next to you. You looked at them as he pulled his hand away and then up at him, but he was not looking. You took them silently and blew your nose shamelessly. He chuckled amused.

Turning around on your chair to face him, you stared for a few seconds until he felt observed, he opened his eyes and looked at you.

He assumed you had said something and he had missed it, "you're welcome" he tried.

You giggled "right, thank you for the tissues" you said apologetically.

Oh no, you hadn't actually talked to him.

"Can I talk to you?"— you started and his eyes widened —"I just...I don't know anyone here and" you choked a little and he panicked as he had somehow started a conversation he didn't want to have.

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Just posting this as I feel like it because I don't care about schedules anymore and why hold back. I change my mind about this a lot.


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