The next morning, Namjoon was just finishing up another batch of haejang-guk to take to Yoongi when there was a banging on his front door. He quickly answered it and Yoongi came barreling into his apartment.

"Why do I have Hana's number?" he demanded.

Namjoon chuckled. "Because you asked her for it."

Yoongi blinked. "What?"

"You texted her last night, right?"

"Yeah, apparently," he said, holding up his phone to show the text on the screen.

Yoongi HOME!!

"But why did I ask her for her number?"

"That's a question only you and your subconscious can answer, Yoongs," Namjoon said with a smile.

"I'm not interested in her."

"Sure."

"I'm not!"

"Okay," Namjoon relented, holding his hands up as if in defeat. "You don't like her, I get it."

"No, I like her... no, not like that! She's nice and – "

"She's a friend," Namjoon interrupted.

"Yeah!"

"Then it's not that weird to have her phone number, Yoongs."

"What if she got the wrong idea? Fuck! I can't remember half of what happened last night!"

"She seemed okay with it," Namjoon assured him. "I don't think she thought it was strange."

Yoongi sat down on the couch and dropped his head into his hands. "I feel like an idiot. Why does she always make me feel like an idiot?"

"What?" Namjoon asked, sitting in a chair next to the couch and observing Yoongi confusedly. "What do you mean by that?"

"No, I just mean, I always feel like such an idiot after running into her."

"Why?"

"I don't know! I always say stupid shit!"

"Why do you care?"

Yoongi looked up. "What?"

"Why do you care? It's not like you're trying to impress her. Right?"

Yoongi scowled. "I know what you're implying, Joon. Stop it."

"I'm not implying anything. You said it yourself that you're not interested, and I believe you. I'm just wondering why you care so much about her opinion in that case, though."

Yoongi rolled his eyes. "I don't."

"Then you shouldn't feel like an idiot."

"Well, then fine, maybe I don't!"

"Fine."

"Okay."

"Good."

They stared at each other for a few moments, Namjoon doing his best to suppress the smile that desperately wanted to spread across his face. "Want some haejang-guk?" he finally asked, changing the subject.

"God, yes."

"So, tell me about how it went with Misun," Namjoon said as he handed over a bowl of the soup to Yoongi.

Yoongi groaned. "It was ridiculous. She had the other guy there, admitted she'd gone off the pill without telling either of us, then asked me to get back together with her in front of him."

"What?!" Namjoon exclaimed.

"Yeah," Yoongi confirmed before taking a bite of soup.

"Holy shit, what a piece of work."

Yoongi nodded. "She can get a paternity test in two weeks."

Namjoon sighed. "I'm sure that seems like a long time to you, huh?"

"You have no idea."

"You wouldn't actually consider getting back together with her, would you?"

Yoongi shrugged. "What if the baby is mine? What am I supposed to do?"

Namjoon blinked. "Support her during the pregnancy, co-parent the baby once it's here, and do all you can to be a good father. You don't need to be with her to do all of that. I mean, what if it's not yours? You wouldn't even consider taking her back then."

"Of course not."

"Then there's no reason to do it even if it is yours. You deserve to be happy, Yoongs. Misun isn't going to make you happy anymore."

"I guess," Yoongi said unconvincingly as he swirled his spoon around in his soup.

Namjoon sighed again. "Promise me you won't torture yourself over this for the next two weeks, Yoongs. It's not even something you should consider until you know whether or not the baby is yours."

Yoongi didn't reply. Namjoon shook his head. He really hoped his friend would have more sense than to get back together with a woman who broke his heart.

Suddenly, a distraction occurred in the form of Yoongi's phone chiming with a text message notification. He quickly picked it up, then sighed as he looked at it, once again feeling like an idiot.

Hana Lol, I'm assuming this is Yoongi?

"Who is it?" Namjoon asked curiously.

"Hana," Yoongi answered with no further explanation. "Should I text her back?"

"Up to you," Namjoon said. "Whatever you think is best, Yoongs."

Yoongi didn't really want to, but couldn't leave it. He still felt stupid, and wanted to remedy that.

Yoongi Yeah. Sorry about how I acted last night.

After a few moments, Hana wrote back.

Hana No worries. Alcohol sure is a hell of a drug, huh?

A small smile then played at Yoongi's lips, and unbeknownst to him, it did not go unnoticed by Namjoon.

Yoongi You can say that again. Anyway, thanks for everything.

Hana Of course. I hope you have a better day today.

Yoongi Thanks. You, too.

Yoongi then looked back up. Namjoon was observing him, once again, with a knowing smile. Yoongi scowled.

"What now?"

Namjoon shook his head. "Just imagining Jimin's reaction when he finds out you actually got her number."

"Don't you dare tell him!"

-

The next day was Monday, which meant Yoongi had to return to work. He wasn't looking forward to it, but he didn't have a choice. With a new, more expensive apartment, and rent he'd solely be responsible for now, he couldn't afford to lose his job.

He managed to make it through the day, but he was plagued with distracting thoughts the whole time. He barely managed to get all of his work done. By the time he was headed home, he was exhausted.

He had just stepped off the bus at the stop closest to his building when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around, confused, then his eyes widened.

"Oh, come on!"

Hana giggled. "Fancy meeting you here."

"What are you doing here?" Yoongi asked.

"I just got off work," she replied, thrusting her thumb over her shoulder back toward the cafe. "Headed home now, so waiting for my bus."

"I forgot that you work near my building."

"We just talked about it the other night."

Yoongi groaned. "I guess that's something my brain decided to let go with the alcohol."

Hana smiled. "You were pretty far gone."

Yoongi sighed. "Again, I'm sor – "

"Don't apologize," Hana said, holding up a hand. "We've all been there at some point or another."

"So, how're you doing?" Yoongi asked. "How's your mom?"

"She started chemo today," Hana said. "I wish I could've been there for her. But dad's taking good care of her."

Yoongi nodded. "I hope it went well."

"Thanks. Any update with Misun?"

Yoongi shook his head. "I'm not sure it's the best idea to do so, but I'm kind of just choosing to avoid her until the paternity test."

Hana shrugged. "Can't blame you for that."

"So, when does your bus get here?" Yoongi asked, hoping to change the subject. Hana seemed to not mind dropping it, though.

"Should be here in about 15 minutes."

"I'll wait with you."

"No, you don't have to do that."

Yoongi shrugged. "I don't mind."

Hana smiled. "You're a really nice guy, Yoongi."

Yoongi felt his cheeks begin to flush and quickly looked down. "It's something any decent person would do."

"Sure," Hana said, though she sounded unconvinced.

"So, what're you up to for the rest of the night?" Yoongi asked.

"Probably just going to make some dinner and watch some dramas. What about you?"

"Hmm, that sounds nice. Maybe I'll do the same."

Hana giggled. "You like dramas?"

"Who doesn't?"

"You never cease to surprise me."

Yoongi looked at her questioningly. She smiled.

"You're just different from other guys I've met. And that is not a bad thing."

"Ah, you've encountered jerks, too?"

Hana nodded. "Seems to be the only type I ever attract."

"Well, you and I have that in common."

"Even before Misun?"

Yoongi suppressed a scowl, remembering Sooyun. "Especially before Misun. Surprisingly, she's not the worst I've ever encountered."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Hana said earnestly. "You definitely deserve better."

"Well, you deserve better than what it seems you must have been through, too."

Hana smiled. "Thanks."

"So, you wanna sit?" Yoongi gestured toward the now empty bench at the bus stop. He and Hana both walked over and took a seat.

"You know," Hana said suddenly. "I'm really glad I met you, Yoongi. It's nice to have a friend here."

"I thought you'd already made friends with Sujin."

"I have," Hana said with a nod. "But I don't see her near as often as I do you."

"I'm still trying to figure out why it is we keep meeting randomly," Yoongi said with a chuckle.

Hana smiled. "Maybe it is fate. Maybe the universe just knew we both needed someone kind around."

Yoongi considered this. "Well, if that's true, that's definitely the type of fate I can get behind."

Hana smiled again. "Same."

Suddenly, a bus pulled up and Hana stood. "That's mine," she said, and Yoongi felt strangely disappointed. "I'll see you again soon, I'm sure," Hana added.

Yoongi chuckled. "I suppose so."

"Bye for now, Yoongi."

"Bye for now, Hana."

Yoongi stood and watched the bus pull away, then disappear out of sight. He shook his head. He wasn't sure he'd ever get used to the strange coincidences of constantly running into Hana, but he certainly wasn't going to complain that he did.