Kate planned on congratulating Yoongi for his mixtape release, carrying her first homemade cookies in her hands. Her mother may not know how to cook, but she’s a fast learner. Especially when she’s going to give it to Yoongi.

She was about to knock on the door with one arm, that is, until he raced her to it with opening the door. zkate ended up retrieving her arm back, clearing her throat. "Uh, I brought you something."

Yoongi accepted it with his arms, taking a small whiff of the fragrance it was eminating. From Kate’s shampoo, too. She must’ve prepared it beforehand. "Thanks." And gestures the younger to come in.

Kate, as usual, found herself struggling to hold in her fangirling when she was hearing So far away from his studio. "Wow."

He was placing the food on top of the table when he heard her reaction, "What?"

"I'm not really a fan of Suran, but I like her voice. I heard she sings for dramas, too, so this could be a big chance for you for exposure!" Kate was getting all ecstatic again from the atmosphere, covering her mouth herself. "Ah, but. . .I haven't heard all of the songs on your tape."

Yoongi held one cookie from the batch, giving one to Kate, as well. "These are good."

"Really? I can make some more when you need it! Ah, let me have your phone number." Kate had no motives behind seeking personal information, but he still had to keep an eye around for it.

"It's fine. You can email me, instead."

Kate nods without expecting much. She understood about his identity contract, so she stayed put and was going to patiently wait for him to offer it himself.

"Why haven't you listened to my songs, though? Are they. . .different from what you're used to hearing from me?" Yoongi sat back in his swivel chair, strumming his guitar for demonstration of a few chords he composed.

"Don't get me wrong," Kate waves her hands in the air, "I know I'm going to like them. Just that. . .preliminary exams are coming soon and I have to study, you know I can't concentrate when I listen to your songs."

"Oh, you can't?" He chuckles teasingly.

"They soothe me. I might end up dancing, instead." She lets out a soft laugh; it's his first time hearing it.

Yoongi stood up from where he was sitting, fetching his phone from the table and disaplayed his earphones in front of her, waiting for her to take it.

"Oh my gosh— are you going to let me listen to songs you haven't posted yet?" Kate covered her cheeks, trying to hide the heat embedded on them.

"Listen to it." Yoongi told him as he pressed play on one of the songs.

It wasn’t his usual fast rapping version; it wasn’t that calming, either. But it does portray the true Yoongi behind his Agust D artist image. He wanted Kate to listen; he wanted to see how she’d react.

It was unexpected; she was crying.

It was unexpected; their fingers intertwining, he wasn’t a hugger. His blinking sped up and he could feel her pain. In the end, removing the earphones from her to get rid of the sadness.

"I-I'm sorry. . ."

He was sorry. For himself. For playing such a depressing song for her to hear when she only wanted to talk to the real him. Yoongi.

"Why are you apologizing. . .?"

Things always surprised him the moment they met. They've created a lot of happy, sentimental moments without knowing it. Kate was going in for a hug, but noticing how he was flinching at sudden movements, she wiped her tears to dry and gave him a melancholic smile,

"I’m just. . .so happy you weren't afraid of being you anymore."

The moment may have disappeared in a little while, but the invisible warmth he felt through the palm of his hands hadn’t.

"A– Ah, you made me worry. . . next time, tell me, so I don't. . .feel like that anymore."

"Oppa is so adorable when he's shy. Aw~"

The question must've slipped off his mind; does Kate like him for being Agust D? It's a given. But perhaps. . .he was hoping she'd like Yoongi, the person he's been trying to hide all his life.

[ posted AUGUST 29 2018 ]

A/N: AAA so much fluff!
Never felt so much uwu with
my characters before~