ᴘᴀsᴛᴇʟ ʙᴏʏ. || ᴍ.ʏɢ + ᴘ.ᴊᴍ ✔️

one: an overdue wake-up call

On a Saturday that seemed like any other, Jimin stopped by a local coffeeshop for a morning wake-up call - that's what the beverage he almost always ordered was called. Wake-up Call: coffee with two shots of espresso but enough cream and sugar to balance out the bitterness. He didn't like bitter things. But of course, whenever he saw people he recognized in the vicinity, Jimin would order something different, or simply tell the barista to give the beverage an extra shot of espresso or less cream and sugar. He hated those days. Because he loved sugar, but he had an image to keep.

Today was a lucky day, though. When Jimin walked through the door of The Golden Spoon, he saw not a single student who went to Daesung High, nor a relative, nor a single soul who he knew or who knew him, save the baristas who saw Jimin as a regular. And so he approached the front counter with a sliver of excitement in his chest.

"Hi, could I get a medium Wake-up Call? Extra cream and sugar."

After placing his order and paying at the register, Jimin made his way to the receiving end of the counter where he waited for his drink. He took out his phone, mindlessly scrolling through various social media apps he didn't really care about. He just wanted something to do while he waited. A minute passed. A soft 'ding' sounded, signifying a new customer had just entered the shop. Jimin made an uncaring glance towards the door.

The boy who entered was wearing a pearl-white sweater, high-top white sneakers, faded jeans torn slightly at the knee, and of course, his round, thin-framed glasses.

The pastel boy.

He was the last person Jimin expected to see this morning. Being someone who came here all the time, it was rare for Jimin to see a new face at all. But Yoongi, of all people.

"One medium Wake-up Call, extra cream, extraaaaa sugar!"

Jimin flinched at the sound of his order being announced. His head swiveled around towards the counter, and there he found the cheeky barista who had taken his order placing his coffee in front of him.

"Pleasure servin' ya, Park Jimin."

It was only at the mention of that name that Yoongi raised his head. With the glint on his glasses and the distance from Jimin he was standing, Jimin couldn't quite see Yoongi's eyes, nor if there were any trace of panic or shock in them. But regardless he expected Yoongi to run. Knowing now that he was here, Jimin fully expected to see the pastel boy scrambling to get away from him to avoid any potential incidents.

But he didn't.

Yoongi didn't do anything to suggest he was alarmed or bothered by Jimin's being here. Instead, he continued towards the counter, casual as casual could be.

"I'd like to try the Wake-up Call, please. Just a small is fine."

Jimin gripped the sleeve of his jacket as he watched Yoongi converse with the same barista who had served him.

"Haven't seen you here before," the barista said with a smile. "Could I have a name for your order?"

"Yoongi."

"Nice name. I'm Taehyung. Mind if I ask what school ya go to? I mean, I'm assuming you're still in school."

"Daesung High."

"Ah, same as Jimin, then."

Jimin clenched his fist tighter, raising his other hand to take a sip of his coffee.

"What school do you go to?"

"Yejun."

"That's close to Daesung, isn't it?"