Chapter 4 (1/1)

Rolling out of bed the next morning, I walk down stairs and plop down on a stool, laying my head on the kitchen’s island. There’s this missing feeling in my heart that I can’t quite place a word to. That is until my mom comes down stairs and asks the question “need some coffee?” Coffee. Instead of saying yes, I give my mom one of my signature box smiles, and head up to my room. When I enter the room, I realize that the flowers that were by the bed last night are no longer there. My heart gives a little tug, and I run down the stairs to my mom and give her a huge hug. She gives me a tired hug and a hopeful smile. I run back to my room and walk out again with my wallet and cellphone in hand, wearing a pair of my favorite skinny jeans and a giant grey hoodie. My mom hands me the keys as I’m walking through the front door, and tells me to be good. I just smile and hop in the car. The drive to my favorite coffee shop is short and sweet. My head is filled with exciting thoughts about what I’m going to order. Caramel macchiato? Vanilla late? Or maybe just a cappuccino? When I finally arrive and enter the shop, I just stand there and stare at the menu board. That is, until I’m startled by the clearing of a throat right behind me. I turn around to apologize and tell the stranger to go ahead of me, but I’m shocked speechless. “Hey, Taehyung.” Yoongi says with a warm smile. “Why are you here?” I blurt out, and then my face heats up, because I’m normally not so rude. “I mean, I thought I was the only one who went here, from our school anyway, because, like, it’s pretty unknown. The coffee shop, I mean.” I close my eyes out of embarrassment, and pray that the ground will open up and swallow me, but I reopen them when I feel Yoongi ruffling my hair. His warm smile had turned into an amused smirk, and his eyes seem to twinkle with unreleased laughter. “You’re pretty cute when you’re flustered,” Yoongi says with a chuckle, “are you just grabbing a coffee to go, or do you wanna sit down and have a cup with me?” The word coffee relaxes me instantly, and I avert my eyes to the menu board again. “Um, sure, I’ll stay.” My stiff response was met with another warm smile. Yoongi quickly orders and espresso with and extra shot, and I decide to just order my usual- a caramel macchiato with extra caramel on top. Yoongi guides them to a quiet table in the corner of the room and places his coffee and a notebook on the table before pulling out my chair. When we are both settled in, I stare at the notebook, wanting to know what Yoongi writes in it. When I look up, I realize that Yoongi has been staring at me.“Whats-” “So-” My cheeks heat up a little, and Yoongi looks at me expectantly. “Um, you can go first, Yoongi-ssi…” “What did I say about using ‘ssi’?” Yoongi uses a playful scolding tone and furrows his eyebrows.  “I’m sorry, I meant Yoongi-hyung…” I say, with a timid smile. Yoongi just smiles a small smile.“How are you?” I freeze at the question, knowing it’s a lot more loaded than it sounds.  I know that Yoongi wants to know if I’m still sick, and probably wonders if I’ve gotten the surgery done, or if I’ve scheduled it.  I know thats what he wants, but I don’t want to be sad in my favorite coffee shop. Instead, I look at the caramel macchiato in-front of my and go into mumble mode. “Oh, well, you know. I’m fine. We have this huge English assignment that I’m a little worried about, but-“ “Taehyung,” he pulls my chin up until I meet his gaze, and he gives me a stern look, “how are you?” My lip quivers and Yoongi looks apologetic. He opens his mouth, probably to tell me to forget about his question and to tell him about the English assignment that we both know I don’t have instead. I beat him to it. “I told the guy I love that I love him, and he was stupid. He said the he would try to see if he could feel that way about me, but I told him to forget about it. I have no idea what i’m supposed to be doing. This hurts, and I don’t wanna have to think about it anymore, but I don't want to get the surgery. I’m telling myself it’s because I really don’t wanna forget what love is, but… even I’m starting to think that it’s a stupid excuse, and it might be a good idea to just have the surgery. I just… don’t know what to do anymore.” I feel totally numb and tired. The topic is harder to get through than a marathon. After a moment of silence, I move to stand up and leave, feeling guilty for bringing down the happy vibe of my favorite coffee shop. When I do, Yoongi stands up and hugs me. “I’m sorry for asking, and making you sad, but thank you for telling me. I want to understand you, but i’ve never been in your position.” He pauses, pulling me closer so that I had my head buried in the older's neck.  “If we are being totally honest here, I’ve kinda been watching you for awhile. I noticed a change. You don’t smile as much… and I want you to smile again, so please, don’t leave.” Yoongi pushes me at arm's length and looks into my now watery eyes, giving me an almost pleading look. “But… I made the coffee shop sad…”  The sentence sounds kind of stupid being said aloud, the personification sounding more like toddler speak, and my face grows warm. Yoongi just smiles, and glances at their table, taking in the two cups of  lukewarm coffee, before looking back into my eyes. “You know, I make a mean cup of coffee.. why don’t we move this little date to my house?” My eyes go wide as saucers. Date. He said date. Is this what a date is?  Yoongi takes my silence as a yes, and grabs my hand, pulling me out of the sad coffee shop. He only releases my hand when we get into his car. The drive to his house is a comfortable silence, and we both can’t stop smiling. When we arrive, Yoongi climbs out and runs around the car to open the passenger side door before I can even take my seatbelt off. He reclaims my hand and pulls me past the threshold of his front door, and to his large kitchen. He starts to make coffee in silence, until I speak up. “Your house is really nice.” “Sure, it’s a little too big for my liking, though.” I take it upon myself to start wandering around the house. Yoongi is right- the house is large. Too large. Almost so large that it makes me feel like I’m all alone. I know that if I couldn’t smell the coffee that Yoongi is making in the other room, I would feel like breaking down. I put those thoughts aside when I see a notebook in the dining room, and another one on the railing to the stairs. Somehow, I control myself from opening them, and exploring their contents, but it’s very hard. I gather up all the notebooks I’ve discovered and find my way back to the kitchen where Yoongi is just finishing up making a cup of coffee. “Yoongi-hyung, what are these? Can I look at them?” Yoongi turns around and his eyes widen, he almost drops the cup of coffee he’s holding, but manages to keep that from happening. He doesn’t manage to stop a bit of the steaming liquid from hitting his hand though. He gasps, before setting the cup on the counter and rushing to the sink. I set the notebooks down on the counter and rush over to him, concern shining in my eyes. “Hyung are you okay?” Yoongi looks at me and opens and closes his mouth a few times before saying, “Um. I spilled your coffee.” I smile at what he said, before grabbing Yoongi’s hand and inspecting it. It’s a little pink, and a bit sensitive. I don’t really think about my actions as I bring his hand up to my lips, and give it a little peck. I look up to Yoongi’s surprised expression, and give him a shy, boxy smile. “All better!” *Y*Yoongi starts to wonder if Taehyung is doing stuff like this on purpose.   A/NHi guys! Exams are coming so I wont be posting for a while! After exams is summer break, so bear with me! I promise I'll work harder!I hope you enjoyed!!Comments are always appreciated   사랑해<3