(it's late summer but your bones are bitter cold / and somehow, i still want you to hold me till winter comes)
WEEKS PASSED before i saw yoongi again. i found myself missing it every once in a while; not exactly missing him, but more-so the little bit of excitement that his presence brought to the dull coffee shop. a few people passed through each day, asking for cappuccinos or hot chocolates or whatever else, their faces gone from my mind as soon as they left the shop, and yet somehow, i could still recall how his dark eyes lit up when he laughed.
he interested me, and maybe that just showed how mundane my life really was, but it was the truth nonetheless. and it could have just been the fact that he wasn't just another faceless coffee order, another impatient hand reaching wordlessly for their drink, but i couldn't help but get a little excited when i saw him enter the shop once again.
it was 9:37pm and taehyung had gone home already, and i let myself shoot a smile to yoongi. he gave me a little nod and walked up to the counter, and now that he was closer, i noticed that he looked a little different.
"you dyed your hair," i blurted out, probably seeming a little strange since it wasn't really a drastic change, only a dark blue tint that became noticeable when light hit it.
"oh... yeah, i did," yoongi replied, slightly surprised at my remark. "it's a little faded now, though."
my eyes locked on the hair that framed his face, the navy blue appearing darker against his pale skin. "it looks nice," i complimented, gaze lingering for a moment too long before i snapped out of it. "sorry. i should have just asked you what coffee you wanted."
his lips curved into a small smile, and as he spoke, i noticed that, unlike last time, there was no alcohol on his breath. "don't worry about it. black coffee, please."
he offered me a folded up piece of money and i frowned, placing my hand over his own and pushing the cash away.
"it's on the house." i said, letting my palm rest on his knuckles for a moment longer than needed, before pulling away.
"no, you don't need to do that. take the money." yoongi insisted, waving the note in front of me.
"really, it's no trouble, keep your money." i replied, ignoring the fact that the coffee shop actually needed all the money it could get, and my boss would probably yell at me if he found out that i was giving free coffee to a customer just because they caught my interest.
i didn't really know why i was insisting anyway - yoongi seemed more than happy to pay, and i wasn't doing the shop any favours. maybe i wanted to be nice to him, to give him a reason to come back again. or maybe it was just to see how it felt to hold his hand, just for a second.
he didn't stay in the shop once i gave him his coffee, and yet, long after the door had swung shut behind him, he still lingered in the back of my mind. his hand was soft, softer than i had expected, but it was also unnaturally cold, and a little uncomfortable under mine.
i closed the shop at 10pm and made my way back to my apartment, and hoped a little too much that i saw yoongi again tomorrow.
