↝ are you sure you don't have any childhood grudge against sug-
shut the fuck up and just take the order, latte boy ↜
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| where min yoongi seems to prefer extra black americano, but the red-haired barista is de...
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"If I do remember correctly, I had asked you to leave my boyfriend alone."
The sun is setting on the horizon and Yoongi inhales the charcoal-tinted air of the big city.
"What gives you the idea that I am after Hoseok?" Yoongi knows how Namjoon starts carding his fingers through his soft, brown hair when he gets frustrated, and right now, the loud huff over the phone tells him exactly that.
"Yoongi, whatever you're doing isn't normal. You are stalking him. I saw you walk out of the shop just an hour ago. This is literal breach of privacy."
"Joon, are you even hearing yourself talk? Just because your jagiya works at the shop I frequent doesn't mean I am wasting my energy stalking that idiot." He hears the sound of moving traffic from the phone and pictures Namjoon brusquely walking down the sidewalk, with his chin tucked into the grey, woolly muffler.
"Yoongi, I am not going to argue anymore, but please, just stop doing whatever you're doing. Please, hyung." The sudden change in the honorifics stiffens the glassy eyed boy who smiled the widest when the same voice used to call him his love.
"I have no idea what you're at, Joon-ah." And the call ends with a tap from Yoongi's side, his brain already in motion towards the next step.
