Episode 2: Coffee and Apologies

The rich aroma of coffee and freshly baked pastries filled the campus café as Jimin and Yoongi stepped inside. The café was bustling with students, some hunched over laptops, others chatting in hushed tones. Despite the warmth of the café, Jimin was still fuming.

His sweater was soaked with coffee, his hands sticky, and his sketchbook—his most prized possession—was ruined. The pages were wrinkled, ink smudged, and sketches blurred beyond recognition. He held it under his arm, sighing as he followed Yoongi to the counter.

“So,” Yoongi said, pulling out his wallet, “what’s the most expensive drink here?”

Jimin crossed his arms. “You really think I won’t do it?”

Yoongi raised an eyebrow. “I think you’re too mad at me to care about the price.”

Jimin huffed and turned toward the menu, scanning the options. His eyes landed on the caramel hazelnut macchiato with extra whipped cream—a drink so expensive he had never dared to buy it himself. Well, if Yoongi was offering…

“I’ll take a caramel hazelnut macchiato, large, extra caramel drizzle,” Jimin said sweetly.

Yoongi didn’t even blink. “And a black coffee for me,” he told the barista, handing over the money without complaint.

Jimin watched him, slightly surprised at how unbothered Yoongi was about spending money on him. He expected him to at least roll his eyes or make a sarcastic comment, but Yoongi simply waited for their drinks in silence.

As they moved to the waiting area, Jimin couldn’t help but study him. Yoongi was known for being mysterious, distant, and often uninterested in people. He rarely interacted with anyone outside his small group of friends. And yet, here he was, buying Jimin coffee like it was no big deal.

“You really don’t talk much, do you?” Jimin asked, breaking the silence.

Yoongi glanced at him. “Not unless I have to.”

Jimin smirked. “And right now, do you have to?”

Yoongi exhaled. “Not really.”

Jimin let out a small laugh. “Wow. And here I thought you’d at least try to make up for ruining my entire morning.”

Yoongi sighed. “Look, I already said I’m sorry.”

Jimin raised an eyebrow. “Did you? I don’t remember hearing the words.”

Yoongi ran a hand through his hair, looking mildly frustrated. “Fine. I’m sorry.”

Jimin studied him for a moment, lips curling into a mischievous grin. “That sounded painful for you.”

Yoongi shook his head, but before he could respond, the barista called out their names. Jimin grabbed his drink eagerly, taking a sip. His eyes widened as the rich caramel and hazelnut flavors melted on his tongue.

“Oh my god,” Jimin breathed. “This is amazing.”

Yoongi took his own coffee, unimpressed. “That good, huh?”

Jimin nodded, savoring another sip. “Best thing to happen to me today.”

They found a small table in the corner, and Yoongi pulled out his notebook while Jimin absentmindedly flipped through his ruined sketchbook. He sighed, running his fingers over the water-stained pages.

Yoongi glanced up, watching him. “Can you fix it?”

Jimin exhaled. “Some of it. But a lot of my best sketches are ruined.”

There was a pause before Yoongi said, “I’ll buy you a new one.”

Jimin looked up sharply. “What?”

Yoongi shrugged. “A new sketchbook. I’ll get you one.”

Jimin blinked, surprised. “You… don’t have to do that.”

“I know,” Yoongi said simply.

Jimin stared at him, studying his face. There was no sarcasm, no teasing—just a simple, sincere offer.

Jimin leaned back in his chair, sipping his drink. “You’re not as heartless as people say, huh?”

Yoongi sighed. “I was never heartless.”

Jimin smirked. “You just look like you want to punch everyone you meet?”

Yoongi glanced at him. “Exactly.”

Jimin laughed, shaking his head. “Well, good news for you—I’m definitely not scared of you.”

Yoongi snorted. “I figured.”

For a moment, they just sat there, sipping their drinks. The conversation had started as awkward reparations, but now the tension from earlier had melted away.

Jimin tapped his fingers against the table. “Hey, about the sketchbook thing—really, you don’t have to.”

Yoongi didn’t look up from his notebook. “I want to.”

Jimin hesitated before smiling. “Thanks, Min Yoongi.”

Yoongi didn’t respond, but for the first time, Jimin thought he saw the tiniest smirk on his lips.

And somehow, he knew—this wouldn’t be the last time they had coffee together

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