"What?"

"No—Jiminie, just hear me out. I know that you didn't do this."

"You think I would be so selfish? Could be so selfish? Gosh, is this how I come across? Is this what you think of me?" There were tears pooling in Jimin's eyes as he tried to blink them away, his breathing heavy and distressed, and Yoongi wanted to get run over by a train. That would hurt less.

"Jimin—"

"Maybe I should just go back to Busan, I mean, my parents will be disappointed again that I messed things up but if all I'm doing is causing such problems, ah, I need to go find Namjoon-hyung and Taehyung and apologize to them! Is this my fault? I didn't write those notes, but this is because of me isn't—"

And Yoongi bit down hard on the inside of his cheek and clenched his fists until he could feel his nails digging into his palm because of course Park Jimin would try and find away to blame himself.

"Jimin, please." His voice sounded broken, even to him, and he reached across the table to anchor himself to the only thing that mattered, to the sleeve of Jimin's sweater.

"Yes?" Jimin's voice sounded broken too, and maybe that was the only thing that kept Yoongi going.

"Please. Just hear what I have to say."

Jimin sighed, and it went through his whole body. Yoongi watched as his shoulders slumped forward slightly and he brought up a hand to wipe at his eyes.

"Okay."

"I was just thinking, that Namjoon was getting these messages online and I told myself that it wasn't you and then I had too much time and too many thoughts and my mind said that maybe you weren't over Taehyung and maybe you were still in love with him and I don't know but my mind twisted it up and made it a fact and God I'm sorry Jiminie I hope you can forgive me."

"I'm not still ... crushing on Taehyung, you know." Jimin said, shattering the silence that had formed between them and reddening when their eyes met.

"Wait, do you like someone else now?"

Jimin only nodded, eyes on the table and hair bouncing. A piece of it fell into his face, and Yoongi brushed it back before thinking twice.

And they both blushed. But kept eye contact.

Until it all became too intense for Jimin and he grabbed his hot chocolate, hastily sipping it in an attempt to dispel the awkwardness he suddenly felt.

Yoongi chuckled gently, and reached across the table again, this time to wipe a smear of whipped cream off of Jimin's nose.

Jimin's eyes crossed in order to keep Yoongi's thumb in sight and Yoongi smiled softly at the sight.

"Who is it, Jiminie? Who's the lucky person?" Yoongi clasped his hands and rested his head on them, eye to eye with Jimin.

"Um. I can't. Um. I can't tell you that." Because it's you, Jimin added in his head. Because I don't know if you even like me that much as a friend, let alone romantically.

Yoongi nodded, and removed his arms from the table, placing them in his lap and hunching over, not quite meeting Jimin's eyes.

"It's not that I don't trust you," Jimin hastened to say, "it's that I, um, don't really wanna tell anyone just yet. About him. I'm sorry."

"No, it's alright Jiminie. You don't have to apologize, you did nothing wrong."

Jimin laughed at nothing in particular, but it came out as more of a sigh. He ran a hand through his fluffy hair. "This isn't how I imagined our date going, Min Yoongi."

Yoongi's own shock was mirrored on Jimin's whispered "Tell me I did not just say that."