In a world where everyone has superpowers, Seokjin can read minds and Yoongi is a shapeshifter.
Yoongi works at the café across from Seokjin's bakery and, every day after his shift ends, he crosses the street to visit Jin. Not in his human form, no---but as a cat.
Until he meets Yoongi, the one man that always makes him freaking blush.
Eventually, Seokjin reached the counter, and also found the source of the voice when the guy standing at the other side just stared at him instead of taking his order.
"Oh my god," Seokjin heard, even louder. "So fucking beautiful."
Seokjin's ears went so red he had to resist the urge to cover them up in embarrassment. He avoided the guy's eyes and cleared his throat.
Seokjin bit back a snort.
"Good morning," the guy---Yoongi---said out loud. "What would you like to order?"
And that's how it began.
They learned the basics about each other: name, age, some hobbies and preferences that are mentioned in passing.
When he hears Yoongi's voice say "fuck, I like you so much" for the first time, it's just another normal day and he's laughing at some dumb joke Yoongi has told him. The words make him freeze and he stares at Yoongi.
"What's wrong?" He asks, snapping Seokjin out of his stupor.
"I, um." Seokjin gulps, the hold on his cup of coffee tightening with anxiety.
"Oh, okay. Bye, hyung!"
Seokjin notices the confusion in Yoongi's voice before he storms out of there.
And that's why he avoids Yoongi after his confession.
And he's right because 4 days later, he enters the café and the first
Seokjin looks up and sees Yoongi watching him. He waves and Seokjin waves back, smiling softly.
He waits in line until it's his turn. Yoongi's louder than ever, but Seokjin tries to block him bc it feels so wrong snooping into his head now.
"I've been wondering where you've been." Yoongi tries to sound casual as he starts making Seokjin's coffee without asking what he wants to order. He doesn't need to anymore.
Yoongi nods, as understanding as always. "I miss-- We," he emphasizes the word, "missed you here. Jimin and I. Yeah, both."
Seokjin lets his worries go and giggles. He looks at Jimin, Yoongi's friend and co-worker, as the boy eyes
"Here," Yoongi murmurs as he hands Seokjin his drink. His cheeks are dusted with pink and Seokjin mentally coos at him.
He thanks Yoongi and says goodbye to both of them. But before he opens the door to the street, Yoongi stops him.
Yoongi looks at him for a long moment. And even though Seokjin is blocking him, he hears murmurs from Yoongi's mind, debating if he should say what he wants to say or not.
In the end, he doesn't.
"Nevermind, just-- have a good day, hyung."
"You too. See you both tomorrow."
And then he crosses the street and starts his workday.
Love? Does he really love Seokjin? Is it too soon to call it that?
He sighs. Too many questions. Yoongi will think about them later. Much later.
Conveniently, he lives close to work,
Yoongi's lazily licking one of his paws when Seokjin appears.
Yoongi looks up at Seokjin with his big, sparkling, feline eyes. Tries to lure him with irresistible adorableness.
"Are you lost little kitten?"
Yoongi meows pitifully. He gets bold and licks Seokjin's hand. It tastes like hand cream and Yoongi regrets doing that.
Seokjin continues petting him softly and Yoongi can hear himself start to purr.
"Hm," Seokjin hums, looking pensive as he shifts his eyes from the cat to the bakery and back to the cat again.
As he walks in and flips the hanging sign on the door to 'OPEN', Yoongi hears him whisper, "what am I doing talking to a cat so casually?"
Yoongi starts going as often as he can. When he has a day off, he goes early and spends more time with Seokjin. When he works, he goes after and stays for at least an hour.
At first, Seokjin doesn't let him go inside, but weeks pass and the colder days come,
And the funniest part is, he starts talking to Yoongi... /about Yoongi/.
He almost doesn't understand how Seokjin can talk about him like that, like Yoongi's the literal sun. Yoongi doesn't feel
Seokjin is different. There's a sincerity and amazement in his voice that makes Yoongi feel /something/.
It's something scary, but Yoongi could probably tame the fear. If only for a chance with Seokjin.
And yes, he's whipped, but Seokjin's an incredible man. No one can blame him.
The next day, Seokjin visits the café like usual. Yoongi isn’t there, and Jimin tells him he called in sick when Seokjin asks about it.
"He said he had an upset stomach. Probably something he ate."
Now is when Seokjin regrets being a coward and never asking for
Jimin is almost done with his coffee when he remembers something.
"Jiminie, you like cats, right?"
Jimin gasps cutely. "I /love/ them, hyung! Why? Do you have one to gift me?"
"Actually, yes. His name is August. He's a stray and comes to the bakery often." Seokjin can't help but smile fondly as he talks about his feline friend.
Jimin tilts his head to the side.
"Uhh orange fur, with some white parts, like, his face and the legs... he looks very round but that's all hair, it makes him look bigger than he is," Seokjin chuckles. "Also, he likes cuddles a little too much."
When Jimin hands him his coffee,
Then, with a scowl Jimin murmurs, "I can't fucking believe him."
"What?" Seokjin asks confused.
Jimin shakes his head. "Nothing."
Seokjin understands and after that, they say goodbye and he leaves to work.
Does Yoongi not want to see him?
At one point, he hastily asks Jimin to cover for him because he needs to use the bathroom, and then literally escapes.
“Sorry, Jin-hyung,” Jimin says aloud now. “I don’t know what’s wrong with him, to be honest.”
Seokjin shakes his head. "It's fine."
“Oh, right! Did you ask your roommate? About taking August home, I mean."
And just then, Yoongi appears back behind Jimin. His mouth is half open and his eyes show... fear? Seokjin frowns.
Seokjin can't help the pout on his lips.
"But I’ll talk to a friend of mine that will surely like to have him.” Jimin turns to Yoongi as he says this,
Maybe Seokjin should just leave them to it.
He thanks Jimin anyway for at least considering his offer before the younger has to keep working. Seokjin doesn't leave immediately. He stops for a moment, staring at Yoongi.
“Bye, Yoongi." He doesn’t even wait for a reply before he’s turning away and leaving.
As he's crossing the street, Seokjin wonders what the hell he did wrong.
"August" will visit Seokjin one more time.
He'll go, stay just for a little while, and then come back home to prepare himself for the Big Talk with Seokjin the next day.
That's the plan.
"I've missed you, lil meow meow."
"Come here," Seokjin says, picking him up in his arms.
If Yoongi was in his human form, he would cry.
Sure, he still smiles for his customers and speaks to them with a high spirit but, as soon as they leave, Yoongi notices none of that reaches his eyes. He looks too deep in his own thoughts.
"August, I'll tell you another secret."
Yoongi stops where he's licking his paw in the older's lap, his ears perking up at the reveal.
"I've read Yoongi's mind since the day we met. And I found out he likes me months ago."
Yoongi slowly looks up at him.
He breathes in deeply, fidgeting fingers starting to play with the hem of his apron.
A bit of silence. Seokjin's eyes look distant and Yoongi believes he's letting out a lot of feelings and worries he's been too afraid to mention out loud.
"I don't know why he acted so cold yesterday. It hurt and I'm still upset, but who knows," he shrugs, "maybe I kinda deserve it?"
Yoongi meows loudly, the protest escaping his mouth before he could even think about stopping it. Not that he would, anyway.
Yoongi isn't mad. Actually, he's still trying to process all this information and doesn't exactly know how to feel. But Seokjin is sad, and what Yoongi does know is that he doesn't like that.
And yes, he should. There's a lot more they have to talk about than what Yoongi initially thought. But he can't tell Seokjin that now, so "August" just nuzzles Seokjin's stomach and hopes he's giving some type of comfort.
He has a lot to think about.
"There's," he gestures the air around Yoongi, "an ugly gray color around you right now and I don't like it. A bit of red, too."
"You're sad," Namjoon answers fast.
"Nervous," Yoongi confirms, slumping against the back of the couch while he takes a large gulp of soju straight from the bottle. "I'm not mad at him. How could I be when I'm less than innocent?"
"Not even a tiny bit irritated?"
"Both of us did everything wrong and turned this into a mess, even if he doesn't know it."
"Yet." Namjoon gives him a pointed look.
"Yet." Yoongi nods. "So if I'm irritated is not only at him, but at myself too. At this whole situation."
Yoongi shrugs. "Tomorrow? I don't know, I'm nervous and scared, what if he hates me?"
Namjoon frowns deeply and squeezes his knee. "It's getting darker. Stop thinking like that, hyung."
Namjoon sighs, and then murmurs what sounds like 'where's Taehyung when you most need him?' before he promptly grabs Yoongi's free hand in his.
Yoongi wants to laugh at the pink in his cheeks, but he can feel himself blushing too. They're not used to this.
"Hyung, you said it yourself: both of you are at fault. You made your mistakes, he made his, and it's okay because that's a very human thing to do. You need to talk and solve this /together/, yeah?"
Yoongi hesitantly nods. "Yeah, you-- you're right."
Yoongi can't help but to smile back. Definitely the best friend one could ask for. "Thank you, Joonie."
But on Friday, just as Yoongi's shift is coming to an end, Seokjin appears.
"Hyung," he calls out when Seokjin already has his cup of coffee in his hands and is about to leave.
Seokjin halts and vacillates a little before asking, "Yes, Yoongi?"
"I need to tell you something."
“What time do you close the bakery?” He asks.
“Can I... go pick you up then so we can talk?”
Yoongi's fingers tap on the counter as he waits for Seokjin's reply, nervousness shining through.
(Please, say yes. Please, say yes. Please--)
"Ok, um, see you later then. Have a good day, hyungie."
Seokjin looks at him for a second too long before he tentatively smiles back.
"Wanna have lunch with us, hyung?" Jimin asks, probably noticing how anxious Yoongi looks.
“And be the third wheel while you two make out in front of me? No, thank you.”
"We like a bit of exhibitionism," he shrugs, "sorry?"
Yoongi groans while Taehyung splutters, "Jimin!"
Jimin laughs, naturally leaning onto his boyfriend, and kisses his cheek as an apology.
He's taken only two steps in the opposite direction when someone grabs his arm. He turns around and sees it's Taehyung, looking strangely serious.
Taehyung lets go of his arm and clears his throat. “Yoongi hyung, you know I can’t tell you much but... everything will be fine. Don’t worry.”
Yoongi stares, intrigued and tempted to ask. But he knows better than to do that.
So Yoongi just says thank you and finally goes home after both Taehyung and Jimin have wished him good luck.
"So... what did you want to tell me?" Seokjin asks, getting antsy.
Yoongi takes a deep breath. He doesn't think there's really a right point to start the whole explanation, so he figures he'll start with the first truth.
"I'm a shapeshifter."
Yoongi starts shaking his head. Ok then, the second truth. "No, hyung, listen--"
A short pause. And then---
"That's not funny, Yoongi."
"I'm not lying, hyung. How would I even know about August?"
"I told Jimin about him!"
Yoongi sighs loudly. "I'm not lying," he repeats. "Not anymore."
Seokjin closes his eyes, rubbing his forehead, and Yoongi seizes the chance.
Seokjin gaps and quickly looks up at him, wide-eyed and with his mouth half open, because Yoongi didn't say that out loud.
"I can shapeshifts right here in front of you if you want."
Yoongi instantly blushes. "Oh, um, well..." he subconsciously starts scratching his neck. "You... talked a lot about me. About... my hands and my voi--"
"Oh my god."
Seokjin suddenly looks like he wants to run away.
"No, please let me go--"
"This is so embarrassing!!"
"I wanna go hide and never come b--"
Yoongi doesn't think before he grabs Seokjin's face between his hands.
"I heard that."
Oops, he was caught off guard.
"Sorry for yelling," he murmurs. "Just wanted you to calm down."
"I'm sorry too, for freaking out like that. It's just a lot to take in. And terribly embarrassing, I can't--"
"Don't worry about that now,
Seokjin nods slowly, looking up at the sky. He looks doubtful, like he doesn't want to talk about more serious stuff, though he knows he has to.
"Seokjin," Yoongi calls softly.
"I'm not mad at you," he simply states.
But Seokjin understands, his eyes turning slightly watery. He blinks rapidly to get rid of it.
"Can we go to a bar? I think I'll need the alcohol."
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