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monday.
yoongi walks home, dragging
his feet along the pavement, as the morning
glow was still young. cloudless skies and
the sunlight digging through his clothes,
which made his back slightly sting. all his
thoughts on the diary and the
manager he doesn't even know. but he does know
him, and he knows he knows. he just can't
figure it out.
yoongi could feel
the relationship they had when
he walked in a made eye contact.
there was a sudden pull on his heartstrings,
butterflies in his stomach, an increased
heart rate, fidgety hands and a tinge
of guilt.
was this all from yesterday?
was i in love with him?
when yoongi arrived home,
his butler doowon was waiting for him.
"welcome back, sir"
"doowon do you know
where my... diary is?"
"... yes, i do"
"can i–"
"but let me ask you first,
do you really want to read it?"
"..."
yoongi didn't go back to the cafe
that morning, afternoon or night.
jimin was stood up.