"Don't let someone who gave up on their dreams talk you out of yours." The words of the stranger, who simply made his coffee and listened to him rant, actually hit pretty close to home and he hadn't stopped thinking about them since he left the small cafe that was his favorite place to relax. Yoongi hadn't wanted to be some office working tool. Sitting in a cubicle that was identical to all the ones around it was not what he thought he would be doing once he left high school. He wanted to be a songwriter or even a rapper, if he was lucky, but apparently that wasn't what his parents wanted him to do. He remembered slaving away through classes he found utterly boring in college just to appease his father and have his mother not worry about how he was going to support himself. He hated this life, but every time he walked into that cafe, his day brightened a little and it was all thanks to that rectangular grin and mischievous attitude.
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