Yoongis pov
Looking around the arcade, I take a deep breath.
"So, any particular thing you want to go on?" I curiously ask Taehyung. I slowly turn to face him, letting out a grin, seeing his big eyes admiring everything like a child in a sweet shop. He sees me looking and blushes a little, making me chuckle.
"I don't mind, hyung," he quietly replied.
Looking around, I try to figure out which to go on first.
"Hm, how about the mario Kart game?" I question, he looks excited, nodding a lot, I chuckle as we quietly make our way over.
Inserting the coin I sit on the chair, Taehyung is doing the same next to me. As we get into the game, we both start laughing as we try to battle for first place.
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"Hyung, let's play air hockey!" Taehyung's thrilling beams towards me.
"Well, how can I say no when you're smiling at me like that?" I snicker as he turns a little pink.
As we take our places, he suddenly smiles smugly at me.
"I'm going to win, hyung." I raise my eyebrows at him.
"Is that a challenge, taehyung?" he giggles.
"Maybe," he proudly states. I pretend to prepare more.
"Oh, it's on. The loser buys the other coffee!" I declare. Making him giggle.
"You're on."
We find ourselves getting lost in the game, Taehyung pulling a concentration face, I couldn't help but find cute.
Grinning as the game ends, I pretend to inspect my nails. I hear a loud whine.
"Hyung, best out of three!" He looks sulky.
"No can do. I won fair and square." I shrug, he huffs, looking at me with a weird facial expression.
"What are you doing?" I ask baffled.
"Using my cuteness to make you give in," he replies sweetly, I laugh, rolling my eyes playfully.
"I must be immune because it's not working," he instantly plays with his fingers.
"Am I not cute, hyung?" He asks, looking down a bit gloomy. I feel a blush on my cheeks, not knowing what to say, but not wanting him to be downhearted.
"What a thing to say." I tut, and he looks down more. I let out a long sigh.
"Alright, alright, yes, you're cute, now stop looking like that." I feel myself blushing a bit more, shrugging, and he suddenly smirks, looking at me.
"Thank you, and I knew you weren't immune." The smirk on his face grows, making my eyes widen.
"You brat!" I yell as he laughs.
We both unexpectedly find ourselves gazing at each other, both smiling softly at each other. Realising this, I clear my throat, looking flustered. 'What's wrong with me?' I think taking glances at him.
"Want to see how the other two are getting on?" I request, then hear tae clear his throat too, at a slow pace facing me.
"Sure, hyung," he smiles, biting his lip.
"Plus, you owe me a coffee," I wink playfully at him, slowly walking away as I hear a hyung being cried out behind me.
YOU ARE READING
The Local Coffee Shop
Fanfiction"Whatever it is you're planning, the answer is no!" Yoongi states firmly. "Hyung, my plan is simple, all you have to do is ask his friend out!"
