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Traffic jams

This is my first ever fanfic, so I hope you like it :)

Min Yoongi was your average 24 year old...except he owned an incredibly valuable mattress company and was incredibly rich because of it. He was on his way to work when his limousine got stuck in a traffic jam.

"how long is this is goddamn traffic going to last for?" He muttered under his breath, cursing his driver for making him at least 20 minutes late for work. Of course it wasn't his drivers fault that there was a road blockage but at this point Yoongi didn't care. He had stormed out of the house after having a row with his wife about how he didn't do enough for the relationship,
or her.  She was being stupid, he worked so hard everyday for her , so she could buy all the expensive things she so desperately needed.

The only reason that Yoongi and his wife Kim Eunji (she refused to change her name) were married was because of their parents. Their parents were very close and because of this Yoongi spent a lot of his childhood with Eunji and her older brother Taehyung. The three were quite good friends as children, but as they grew up Eunji changed.

When they were 15 the Min's business collapsed, leaving the family in bankruptcy. But the Kim's also had a business, and after Taehyung decided to leave to go sell bubble tea in the kokobop mountains with some ginger hippie called Sehun, they had no son to take over the buisness. So the two families made a deal, at the legal age of 18 Eunji and Yoongi would get married and Yoongi could then take over the business as part of the Kim family. Securing the Kim family a stable business and the Min family a stable home. Yoongi stared out the window of the car and grumbled to himself about how his own family practically sold him.

Yoongi was snapped out his trance when his driver started beep the horn oddly aggressively. Yoongi was getting sick of being stuck in his car and of his driver. Who continued to hit the horn with anger, he didn't care how much his car was worth or how comfortable it was. He needed some air.

He got out the car, slamming the door shut. The driver hardly noticed, still engrossed in beeping his horn while rolling down his window so he could shout at people at the same time. Yoongi weaved through the standstill traffic until he was standing on the pavement outside a small cafe. He looked up at the sign, 'the sunny cafe' was written in dull black writing next to a yellow sun. At least he thought it was supposed to be yellow, the sign was so old that what used to be a bright, loud and eye catching yellow had turned into boring, faded and sickly looking creamy colour.

The rest of the cafe seemed to match the sign, old and rather disappointing, it was a small space with a few tables crammed next to each other and clearly not enough chairs to accommodate them. At the back their was a greyish counter with an old till and a jar of cookies on one side and a coffee machine that looked like it produced a liquid unsafe to drink on the other.

Standing behind the counter, absentmindedly tapping away on a phone, was a boy with reddish hair. Yoongi couldn't properly see his facial features as they were hidden behind his fringe while he looked down at his phone. The boy was wearing a grey apron with a red hoodie and was propping himself up on the counter with his elbow , next to a cup of coffee that Yoongi assumed he had taken from home, because it was in a thermal flask.

As Yoongi looked through the dirty windows into the old cafe he felt weirdly sorry for it ,and the boy, who seemed so relaxed compared to how Yoongi felt. Yoongi decided to go in. At least he could get himself a coffee.