As they both entered, Jimin found a small wooden table with two brown chairs. He pulled the chair for Yoongi to sit, smiling sweetly.

"Which pie do you want to taste? Do you want some drinks too?" Jimin asked, caressing yoongi's cold cheek.

"I would love a blueberry pie" Yoongi didn't actually know how does pies taste like. He doesn't even eat to know so.

There was a handsome young boy, who was wearing a cute pink apron. He walked to their table, and yoongi's eyes widened.

The boy was a demon.

He stared at his reddish eyes, holding tightly the bouquet of flowers, but it seemed like that demon's energy was higher than he thought.

"What do you want, sir? How can I help you?" He looked at Jimin, with a charming smile.

"One blueberry pie, and... I don't know for me" Jimin furrowed his eyebrows.

The waiter smirked.

"What about an apple pie?"

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