heartbeat- tahiti 80

~YOONGI'S POV~

He had a skip in his step the following morning as he poured himself a cup of coffee.

"What are you so chipper about?" Jae grumbled, pouring a bowl of cereal through tired eyes. Jae was Yoongi's best friend from high school; Yoongi had been crashing on his couch for the past several months, no longer wanting to deal with the scrutiny from the people in his home.

"I got a callback from BigHit entertainment. I'm visiting their office today," Yoongi smiled behind his coffee cup before taking a sip. He frowned slightly, thinking that the coffee you made him was so much better.

"Oh, from the rap competition thing?" Jae replied through a mouthful of Froot Loops.

"Yeah," Yoongi said as his mind dipped back into the memories of that night. It was an amazing feeling to him; to feel his heartbeat in his ears as he dominated the stage. He loved all the sweat and tears and raw emotion and energy. He loved the high feeling he acquired from being on stage, from sharing his music with other people. He truly loved performing, and he wanted nothing more than for an opportunity to let the whole world hear his voice and his music.

But stacked on top of that love for performing were Yoongi's feelings for you. He loved being on stage regardless, but something about looking out into the crowd and seeing you brought him more joy than any other performance had ever given him. Your compliments about his music meant more to him than any prior comments ever head.

There something special about the way he connected with you that night.

"What are you thinking about?" Jae laughed, raising an eyebrow. Yoongi hadn't even realized that he was a standstill, frozen in thought with his coffee mug awkwardly half-lifted to his mouth like he was about to take a drink.

"Oh, nothing," he snapped out of his daze, finally taking another sip of the coffee before frowning again.

"Is there sugar anywhere around here?" he asked, beginning to look through the cabinets.

"Since when are you so picky about your coffee? You've been drinking black coffee since I first met you," Jae observed, beginning to pour himself a second bowl of cereal.

"My taste has changed," Yoongi said absentmindedly as he continued looking for sugar.

"There are Splenda packets in the cabinet by the microwave," Jae said, "But what do you mean your taste has changed? Is it because of all the time you've been spending at that hipster coffee shop?"

Yoongi crossed the kitchen for the Splenda. "You could say that."

"Yoongs has a secret, doesn't he! Spill it!" Jae teased, pointing an accusing finger at him. Yoongi grabbed a Splenda packet and returned back to his coffee, ignoring Jae at first.

"Oh c'mon, when have you ever kept secrets from me? What's up with you these days, man? You're happier than I've ever seen you," Jae pressed.

"It's nothing, really,"Yoongi shrugged the comment off again, beginning to stir the artificial sweetener into his coffee.

"I don't buy it," Jae chuckled, still shoveling massive spoonfuls of Froot Loops into his mouth. "There must be a girl."

Yoongi was quiet for a bit too long.

"I'm right, aren't I? There is a girl!"

"Okay, maybe," Yoongi blushed slightly, trying his coffee again for the third time. He still frowned, then sighed, turning to pour the cup down the drain.

"You must be really into her..."

The tips of Yoongi's ears grew pink.

"Ah, I knew it! You're really really into this girl aren't you?" Jae began laughing, some Froot Loops promptly falling out of his mouth.

"Can you chill? Yeah, okay, I really like her," Yoongi began getting defensive, mostly just because he was embarrassed.

"Have you kissed her yet?"

Yoongi shifted uncomfortably.

"Well?" Jae waited impatiently.

"Does on the forehead count?" Yoongi grimaced slightly.

"You kissed her forehead?! Are you really that much of a wimp?" Jae began laughing again.

"Hey! It's not like I chickened out from kissing her on the lips, alright? Y/N is different...I don't want to force anything or rush anything with her. Get off my case about it," Yoongi replied, irritated about Jae's annoying intrusion.

"You know I'm just messin' with you, man. If she makes you happy then I'm happy for you" Jae shrugged, finally getting up from the table and putting his empty cereal bowl in the sink.

"But, if you like her, and you think she likes you too, you need to tell her. Don't string her along," and with that, Jae left. Yoongi was slightly bothered but sighed as he grabbed his coat, knowing that Jae was right.

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~YOUR POV~

iMessage from: Min Yoongi Piano Genius ^~^

About to go in for my interview with BigHit and I'm really really nervous :/ save some time for me later?? ~Yoon :D

You smiled down at your phone, holding your thumb over the picture of Yoongi and pressing the 'save' option.

New iMessage To: Min Yoongi Piano Genius ^~^

Sure, give me a call when you're done. Don't be nervous, you r amazing \^~^/

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"So you've officially signed with them?" You asked excitedly, taking a bite of the vanilla ice cream that Yoongi had bought for you. The two of you were walking through the park that was only a little ways down the street from the cafe.

"Basically. I mean, I'm still a technically a trainee right now, so it's not like they'll be releasing my music anytime soon. But, this is a really big step," Yoongi confirmed, a smile forming on his face as he looked down at the ground, blushing.

"I told you so," you said suddenly.

"Huh?" Yoongi looked back toward you.

"I told you that you would get your chance, didn't I?" You teased, "Admit it! I was right! And I told you so!"

Yoongi couldn't help but laugh, "Alright, fine! Yes, you told me so. You were right."

You grinned, taking another bite of the ice cream while looking around the park. It was already the evening, a little bit after six. Yoongi had called you at five and came by your dorm when he was finished at BigHit. He simply asked, "want to hang out with me tonight?" and you said, "Yeah." But, somewhere in the back of your mind, you couldn't help but wonder if it was supposed to be a date.

Other than going to the rap competition together, you and Yoongi had never hung out on a day where you didn't have work beforehand. Sure, there had been plenty of times where he had walked you home or grabbed a late dinner with you, but he had never randomly called you up and asked you to hang out. This fact prompted you to wonder exactly what his intentions were, furthermore making you irritated at yourself that you were jumping to so many conclusions.

You and Yoongi were friends; asking each other to hang out outside of work shouldn't have been something that you questioned anyway.

"Hey, are you gonna share that with me or what?" Yoongi asked, nodding toward the ice cream.

"You bought it for me, remember?" You replied jokingly.

"Yeah, but haven't you ever heard the phrase "sharing is caring"?" Yoongi smirked at you.

"You're going to end up running into a tree if you keep looking at me like that while we're walking," You chuckled, passing him the ice cream as he rolled his eyes at you.

"It'd be worth it," he mumbled, taking a bite.

"What'd you say?" You glanced back over at him.

"Nothing," he played it off, running ahead of you, leaving you scrambling to catch up.

"Min Yoongi stop running with the ice cream! You're gonna drop it!" You screeched, chasing after him, knowing that everyone else in the park was probably gagging at how flirty the two of you were being. For once, you didn't care about what other people thought.

The two of you ended up wandering around the city for the next couple of hours. You went shopping, mostly just looking rather than purchasing. You watched Yoongi practically drool over the old vinyl records that he managed to find in a vintage music shop. He watched you contemplate whether or not to buy a really cute pair of socks that were decorated with llamas.

You bought the socks.

He ended up taking you to dinner when you started complaining about how you were still hungry since he had eaten over half of the ice cream that he bought for you. The two of you sat the dimly lit restaurant for over an hour, even after you were finished eating, too wrapped up in your conversation to get up and leave. Long gone were the times when either of you were left with nothing to say and when awkward silence filled the air. Gone were the times when you would scramble for something to say, some noise to fill the air.

Conversation flowed naturally between the two of you, and the topic of conversation shifted with ease. During that time, you were so focused on Min Yoongi, the whole world around you might as well have been dead. And it appeared that Yoongi was feeling that same way about you. He would rest his head against his hand, eyes softly looking into yours the whole time you were talking. He wasn't distracted by anything else. He didn't just want to talk about himself, but about you too. And if you were honest, that was attractive to you.

He paid for the meal, even when you tried to protest against it, claiming that he had already paid for you earlier. He shrugged off your attitude, paying anyway after saying, "It's not a date if you pay for it."

You were so caught off guard by how straight-forward he'd suddenly been that you couldn't even say anything in response. So it was a date. You smiled to yourself when you thought he wasn't paying attention, secretly happy. Somehow, things still didn't grow awkward, even after he said that.

He began walking you home around 9 pm, shrugging his jacket off and giving it to you after noticing goosebumps on your bare arms.

"There's something I want to say," Yoongi spoke up suddenly after several minutes of walking in comfortable silence. You looked over at him, curious and concerned all at the same time. The two of you were quite close to your University campus now, and you wondered why he waited so long to say what he wanted to say.

"What's up?" You asked hesitantly.

"You know better than anyone that I've had a rough go of it in the past couple of years...But, uh ever since I came to the cafe, things have gotten a lot better for me..." He trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck. He was nervous about something, and you hadn't seen him nervous to talk to you like this in a while. Nevertheless, the two of you continued walking, almost on campus now.

"Working at the cafe and getting that experience of performing and working with other people has been good for me in more ways than one...I'm definitely really grateful that Stevens took a chance on me when I didn't have many other credentials..." He trailed off again, and you began desperately trying to piece together where this conversation might be going.

"I, um, I'm really enjoying being there, and I finally feel like I'm getting my life back together. And it's true that the job has helped me a lot, but that's not all there is to it..." He stopped walking, and you did too, furrowing your eyebrows at him.

"To be honest with you, Y/N, things have been a lot better for me lately. And I think a lot of the reason things have been better...is because of you..." He bit his lip momentarily as your heart rate spiked.

"Y/N...I-I like you. A lot, actually. I, uh, I don't know when it started, but all of the sudden I just really started to care about your opinion, and how you were feeling...And I wanted to see you all the time, and talk to you...I, um...Yeah...I just...I like you," he stuttered, cheeks turning pink as he trailed off again.

You laughed, and he frowned at you, misreading your emotion about it all.

"Why do you seem so nervous to tell me that?" you chuckled.

"Huh?" Yoongi looked back up at you.

"There's no reason for you to be so nervous...I like you too, and I thought it was obvious," you grinned at him and laughed as you watched his frown turn into a huge smile.

"Yah...You really scared me for a second," he laughed, covering his face for a moment, seemingly to try and hide how much he was blushing.

"C'mon," you giggled, grabbing his arm and pulling him forward so he would walk you all the way to your dorm.

"Here's your jacket back," You said, removing it and handing it back to him when the two of you reached the front doors to your dorm building.

"You could've kept it and given it back later," Yoongi replied, taking the jacket back from you and putting it on.

"I would've ended up stealing it," you said, thinking back to the hoodie he gave you on the night of rap competition, and how it was still hung over the back of your desk chair. "Thanks for a fun night, Yoongi."

"Thanks for spending it with me."

The two of you stood there for a short moment.

"Well, I uh guess I'll see you on Tuesday?" Yoongi cleared his throat, and you nodded.

"See you then," you said as he began to turn around and leave. As you turned to open the door you thought, Min Yoongi, more like Min Coward! He's not even going to try and kiss me, I'm so-

But then, Yoongi was grabbing your arm and turning you around. "I forgot something."

You barely even had time to react before one of his hands was on your face, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ears. He smiled at you briefly, before leaning and finally allowing his lips to press against yours.

His kiss was returned almost immediately. Seemingly encouraged, Yoongi brought his other hand to your cheek. But, you were holding him too; you arms were tangling their way around his torso, sighing into the comfort of finally being that close to him.

He pulled away first, but only momentarily, as the need to breathe became a bit too large to ignore. The two of you stayed close; breath mingling and eyes still closed before you initiated the second kiss, barely pecking his lips at first before Yoongi reacted back, his mouth carefully meshing with yours.

It was partially surreal to you; that you were kissing Yoongi, that you were kissing the man that you'd been daydreaming about for so long. And you weren't disappointed-not a single bit. His lips felt exactly how they'd always looked; soft and warm and inviting. And Yoongi's kiss somehow didn't feel needy to you. It wasn't demanding and it wasn't rough.

When the kiss finally ended, you were slightly flustered, but he seemed cooler than ever.

"I'll make sure not to forget that next time," he said with a wink, and then he was gone.