↝ 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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Yoongi has never been a good planner. Plans and Min Yoongi never go together, and despite knowing it, he does plan the entire stalk-Hoseok-till-Namjoon-gets-angry without ever thinking of what the Fates may have in store.
If only Yoongi had planned it right, which he didn't, maybe he wouldn't be here now, sobbing his eyes swollen in Namjoon's arms and incoherently mumbling how much he misses him. It feels surreal to be encased by the same pair of arms that left him when he needed them the most, but Yoongi's brain is filled with Namjoon and his head space can register only his smell.
A sniffle whooshes past his nose and Namjoon wraps his arms tighter around him. "Hush, baby. Joonie's here, okay? Joonie's here." He continues rocking the emaciated frame on his lap and Namjoon's heart breaks a little when another sob falls from Yoongi's lips.
"Hyung..., baby? Please, just tell me what's wrong. I won't get mad, promise. Joonie promises, Yoonie." The assurances fall on deaf ears as Yoongi finally gives in to his emotions, and soon enough Namjoon feels his shirt-front dampening with salty tears and unsaid emotions. They stay like this for hours, or maybe a hundred gloomy days, for Namjoon loses count of how many times his fingers reached out to wipe at those beautiful, baby cheeks, how many times he has had to kiss those soft lips again and again and again until the older boy presses his cheeks against the damp garment and closes his teary eyes.
"Joon, st-stay the night for today? I'm sleepy, baby."
