On a Saturday that seemed like any other, Jimin stopped by a local coffeeshop for a morning wake-up call - that's what the beverage he almost always ordered was called. Wake-up Call: coffee with two shots of espresso but enough cream and sugar to balance out the bitterness. He didn't like bitter things. But of course, whenever he saw people he recognized in the vicinity, Jimin would order something different, or simply tell the barista to give the beverage an extra shot of espresso or less cream and sugar. He hated those days. Because he loved sugar, but he had an image to keep.

Today was a lucky day, though. When Jimin walked through the door of The Golden Spoon, he saw not a single student who went to Daesung High, nor a relative, nor a single soul who he knew or who knew him, save the baristas who saw Jimin as a regular. And so he approached the front counter with a sliver of excitement in his chest.

"Hi, could I get a medium Wake-up Call? Extra cream and sugar."

After placing his order and paying at the register, Jimin made his way to the receiving end of the counter where he waited for his drink. He took out his phone, mindlessly scrolling through various social media apps he didn't really care about. He just wanted something to do while he waited. A minute passed. A soft 'ding' sounded, signifying a new customer had just entered the shop. Jimin made an uncaring glance towards the door.

The boy who entered was wearing a pearl-white sweater, high-top white sneakers, faded jeans torn slightly at the knee, and of course, his round, thin-framed glasses.

The pastel boy.

He was the last person Jimin expected to see this morning. Being someone who came here all the time, it was rare for Jimin to see a new face at all. But Yoongi, of all people.

"One medium Wake-up Call, extra cream, extraaaaa sugar!"

Jimin flinched at the sound of his order being announced. His head swiveled around towards the counter, and there he found the cheeky barista who had taken his order placing his coffee in front of him.

"Pleasure servin' ya, Park Jimin."

It was only at the mention of that name that Yoongi raised his head. With the glint on his glasses and the distance from Jimin he was standing, Jimin couldn't quite see Yoongi's eyes, nor if there were any trace of panic or shock in them. But regardless he expected Yoongi to run. Knowing now that he was here, Jimin fully expected to see the pastel boy scrambling to get away from him to avoid any potential incidents.

But he didn't.

Yoongi didn't do anything to suggest he was alarmed or bothered by Jimin's being here. Instead, he continued towards the counter, casual as casual could be.

"I'd like to try the Wake-up Call, please. Just a small is fine."

Jimin gripped the sleeve of his jacket as he watched Yoongi converse with the same barista who had served him.

"Haven't seen you here before," the barista said with a smile. "Could I have a name for your order?"

"Yoongi."

"Nice name. I'm Taehyung. Mind if I ask what school ya go to? I mean, I'm assuming you're still in school."

"Daesung High."

"Ah, same as Jimin, then."

Jimin clenched his fist tighter, raising his other hand to take a sip of his coffee.

"What school do you go to?"

"Yejun."

"That's close to Daesung, isn't it?"

"Yeah, pretty close I think. Ah, sorry, I'm supposed to be making your order." Chuckling to himself, Taehyung spun around and made his way over to the machine to grind the beans for Yoongi's coffee. He pressed a couple buttons and called back, "This is what Jimin orders almost every time he's here. Did he recommend this place to ya?"

"No, actually I used to go to this other coffeeshop in the area but it closed down recently. I'm hoping this is a good substitute."

"Oh, snap, that sucks. I'm sorry to hear that. I hope we're a good substitute, too."

A few moments later and Taehyung was handing Yoongi's drink to him over the counter rather than at the other end where Jimin received his. Perhaps he had done so because Jimin hadn't moved, or because he figured Yoongi didn't know that was where the orders were usually placed.

"Take a sip and lemme know what ya think of it."

So Yoongi did just that. After removing the lid and blowing gently at the surface of the drink, Yoongi took a slow, careful sip of his coffee, then licked his lips.

"It's good."

"How good?" Taehyung asked excitedly. "Like, on a scale of five stars?"

"Four. I'm impressed."

"Really?? Well, I'm glad." He beamed.

"Mm. Thank you."

"My pleasure, Yoongi."

"What'd you say your name was again?"

"Taehyung."

"Would you be weirded out if I said you're cute, Taehyung?"

Jimin's ear twitched.

"Weirded out??" The barista laughed. "Why would I be weirded out? A compliment's a compliment. Even if I wasn't gay, I'd still be flattered."

Yoongi hummed and took another sip of his Wake-up Call.

"Well, thanks again, Taehyung."

"You're welcome, Yoongi. See ya around!"

"Mm."

It was an odd, disgusting feeling. In his ears, in his stomach, in the scowl that settled on Jimin's brow unbeknownst to him. This was the first he heard Yoongi's voice, and, though low in tone, it spoke so softly and pleasantly to a stranger. Jimin wouldn't even deny it: it was downright frustrating, and he was sick of it. Sick of the pastel boy's disrespect towards him, sick of the ignorance. Jimin watched with eyes ablaze as Yoongi silently exited the coffeeshop.

He went after him.

Leaving his coffee behind, Jimin rushed out of The Golden Spoon and caught up to Yoongi before the boy had even turned the corner. Jimin seized him by the back of his sweater, catching him off guard and causing him to drop his coffee, spilling it all over the sidewalk. Jimin didn't care. Why would he care? All he cared about right now was knocking some sense into this ignorant little boy.

Conveniently they were near an ally, but had they not been, Jimin would have dragged the pastel boy as far as it took to find one. Between a barber shop and an old music store Jimin shoved Yoongi against the brick wall, fingers now tightly gripping the boy's collar as their faces were inches apart.

Even still Yoongi wasn't looking at him. Rather, his head was turned downwards on an angle so that his narrow-eyed gaze fell on the ground to the right of where Jimin stood.

"You little brat."

Through gritted teeth Jimin breathed deep breaths of anger, and when Yoongi still would not move, he gave the boy a forceful shake.

"Do you think you're too superior to look at me??" He scoffed. "What is wrong with you?!"

His rage burned hotter by the second. The longer Yoongi stared unblinkingly at the ground, Jimin felt his blood boil and before long he couldn't take it. And so with his free hand he grabbed Yoongi's face, nails pressing deep into the boy's soft, pale cheeks. Jimin forced him to raise his head. But still, Yoongi was not looking at him.

"Speak."

Nothing. Jimin dug his nails deeper into Yoongi's skin, deeper into Yoongi's cheeks, as he continued to breathe out his frustration, wanting to yell louder but he couldn't or he'd risk drawing nearby unwanted attention.

For a brief moment Jimin let loose his hold on Yoongi's collar so that he could tear away the boy's glasses, and he threw them to the ground right where Yoongi's eyes were directed. And Jimin crushed them. He crushed them beneath his leather boots with not but a shred of remorse.

That is, until Yoongi at last met his gaze.

By that point Jimin's nails had just drawn blood from Yoongi's face, small drops of crimson rolling down his fingers. One drop even fell on Yoongi's white sweater. But neither he nor Jimin noticed. Because now their eyes were locked.

Yoongi's eyes were a beautiful russet brown.

He didn't know why he did it, but at that moment Jimin tore his hand away from Yoongi, and he took a step back. But he didn't leave. He just stared at Yoongi as Yoongi, for just a few seconds, stared at him, then raised his hand to touch the blood on his cheek.

"I'd be lying if I said it didn't hurt a little. But this is what you wanted, isn't it?"

Jimin realized two things that Saturday morning.

One, this wasn't what he wanted. At all. And two:

Yoongi was really cute.