The barista looked at him suspiciously, a raised eyebrow lowering as his mouth opened before closing and then opening again.
“You want coffee in... that?
Yoongi didn’t understand what was so difficult to understand. He was on hour 27 of no sleep and needed coffee. He had scoured his kitchen, looking in every cabinet and drawer for something that would suffice and he had settled on this bucket he found in the cabinet under his sink.
This bucket would hold enough coffee to get him through his last two finals if this barista would stop looking at him like that and just fill it up.
“Sir, I don’t know if I’m allowed-”
“I’ll pay whatever you think is necessary, please.” Yoongi scooted the bucket closer.
The barista (Taehyung, Yoongi noted after squinting to read his name tag) looked at the bucket with uncertainty.
“I wouldn’t even know how much to charge you for this.”
Yoongi reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet, placing all the cash he had on the counter. “Please.”
Taehyung sighed and grabbed the bucket, turning around to fill it with the coffee that would give Yoongi false energy until he could crash Friday afternoon and sleep for at least a week before having to think about giving to society again.
Sitting down at a table, Yoongi pulled out his phone and checked through his notifications. He groaned at the school emails with last-minute reminders and set the phone down before folding his arms and laying his head down on them.
He startled when he felt a hand on his shoulder, uncertain and gentle as it patted him a couple times.
“Um, your coffee,” Taehyung said, pointing to the bucket in front of him.
Yoongi reached down for his book bag and pulled out the lid, running his hand around the surface to make sure it was sealed on and snapped in place. “Thank you.”
“I don’t want to overstep,” Taehyung mumbled, maneuvering around Yoongi’s book bag and sitting across from him. “But, uh, are you okay?”
Yoongi was well aware that he probably looked like he had one foot in the grave and the second was lifted and about to step in too. He knew there were dark circles under his eyes and that he could’ve been dressed better. He knew he needed to wash his hair, but why do that when his bucket hat was doing a perfectly fine job of covering it up?
“I’m fine,” he answered. “It’s just finals week.”
Taehyung made a noise of understanding. “Have you eaten lately? Or are you solely living off of coffee?”
Yoongi gave a small smile and lowered his head. “Mostly coffee.”
The barista made no move to get up, but the tinkling of the bell at the front door had him standing up and pushing in his chair. “Listen,” he began, placing his hands on the chair and leaning forward. “I’m on break in ten minutes, if you’re still here I’ll get you breakfast.”
“You don’t even know me.”
Taehyung only smiled before beginning to back up. “Gotta go take this order.”
Breakfast sounded amazing. His stomach was begging for real food after only drinking coffee and snacking on whatever he could find in his apartment (mostly chips because he’d finished the ramen earlier in the week). He wondered if it would be weird for him to accept Taehyung's offer of breakfast.
Someone just offered to buy me breakfast.
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It’s not even 8
SENT 07:55 AM
Yoongi ignored that.
I don’t even know him.
Would it be weird if I let him buy me food?
SENT 07:56 AM
free food is free food
SENT 07:56 AM
Yoongi couldn’t argue with that logic. He decided he could wait ten minutes (well, four at this rate) for the barista to go on break so they could have some breakfast. Perhaps during a normal week, Yoongi would not have done this, but it was finals week and he had hardly any sleep. Maybe his judgment was a bit off. Maybe he was listening to his stomach more than his mind.
Or maybe it was the fact that this barista was the cutest person Yoongi had seen in his whole life and he'd be a complete fool to turn down breakfast with him. The first thing Yoongi had noticed was the cute mole on the tip of his nose and right under his lip. The blonde hair was next and then he was looking strangely at Yoongi’s bucket and well, he didn’t stare for much longer.
please bring back food
i can’t eat another chip
Yoongi grinned, putting his phone into his back pocket and making a mental note to grab something for Jeongguk on his way back home. It was the least he could do with how well he’d been putting up with Yoongi for this whole week.
“You’re still here.”
Yoongi looked up to find Taehyung already sending a dazzling smile his way.
“I’m still here,” he said, reaching down for his book bag and opting to leave behind his bucket of coffee. He was sure no one would take it.
“There’s a cafe down the street,” Taehyung began, untying the apron he had on and hanging it on a rack by the door. “They have great food. Muffins, scones, bagels..."
“Sounds great,” Yoongi answered, opening the door and holding it for Taehyung.
“Um, I didn’t catch your name earlier. I didn’t really feel like I could write it on your... bucket."
Yoongi snorted and fell into step next to Taehyung. “Yoongi.”
Another bright smile was sent his way. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Taehyung.”
“Do you always take customers out for breakfast?”
Taehyung hummed. “Only the really cute ones.”
Yoongi felt blush rush up to his cheeks and the tips of his ears.
“And the ones who look a bit sleep deprived and like they’ve been living off of coffee.”
The walk was only a few minutes and soon the two were sitting down in a cozy cafe across from one another with one muffin, bagel, scone, and cinnamon in front of them courtesy of Taehyung.
“Start with this,” Taehyung instructed, pushing the blueberry muffin toward him. “It’s one of my favorites.”
Yoongi picked up the blueberry muffin and took a bite out of it as Taehyung took a bite out of his cinnamon roll. The amount of frosting poured over the top almost had Yoongi feeling sick.
“Isn’t it good?” Taehyung asked, his mouth still full of cinnamon roll.
Yoongi nodded, placing the muffin back down on the plate and placing his hands underneath his thighs. “It’s really good. You can have some.”
Taehyung pushed another plate toward Yoongi, this time with a bagel on it. “Try this, too.”
So Yoongi did as Taehyung continued to eat his cinnamon roll. The two sat and ate, not saying anything to one another. It wasn’t as awkward as Yoongi had expected it to be. Maybe it was Taehyung and how comfortable he felt around him or maybe he was too focused on this poppyseed bagel that seemed to have descended from the heavens because it was the best damn bagel he had ever had.
“So, you know we’re a 24-hour coffee shop, right?"
Yoongi wiped his hands on his pants and nodded, his mouth full of his last bite of bagel.
“And you know, during finals week we always offer three free refills for students if they show their IDs.”
Taehyung hummed in affirmation. “I guess it saves people from bringing in buckets.”
Yoongi groaned and put his face into his hands, embarrassment flushing over him. “I don’t know what made me walk in with a bucket this morning.”
“Probably the lack of sleep. And food.”
“Well, thank God you helped me get my head back on straight just a bit,” Yoongi said, peeking out over his hands.
“And now you should finish the other half and sleep.”
“But I have a whole bucket of coffee to drink."
Taehyung quietly laughed. “I work until three. Just stay at the shop and I’ll make sure your coffee is full the whole time.”
“You’ll never let it get half empty?”
Taehyung shook his head. “Never. But you have to promise me you'll leave when I leave and go home and take a nap."
There was suddenly a pinky in front of him and while Yoongi knew what he was supposed to do he felt a bit ridiculous doing it. But then he remembered he took a bucket into a coffee shop and nothing seemed quite that ridiculous so he wrapped his pinky around Taehyung's.
Taehyung smiled happily and Yoongi couldn't help but return his contagious smile as got up, hefting his book bag onto his shoulder. Taehyung followed suit and stood up alongside him, wrapping the scone on the table in a napkin and holding it out for Yoongi.
“Didn’t you say your roommate needed breakfast?”
Meet me at the 24 hour coffee shop two streets over.
Have breakfast for you.
“I come bearing gifts.”
Yoongi looked up from his laptop and smiled at his favorite blonde-haired barista. It was his last day of finals and his third day of practically living at the coffee shop Taehyung worked at. It had been three days since he went to breakfast with Taehyung and it was now the second day Taehyung had brought him breakfast.
“You really don’t have to keep doing this,” Yoongi said to him as Taehyung sat down by him.
“It’s your last day,” Taehyung said, opening the bag of goodies. “You deserve something yummy before your final.”
“I actually just sent it in. It was a paper.”
“Oh,” Taehyung looked up. “I guess you don’t need this muffin then.”
“Oh, no,” Yoongi reached for the bag, his fingers brushing against Taehyung’s. “I need this muffin.”
Taehyung smiled widely, feeling content as he watched Yoongi pull out his blueberry muffin and begin to nibble on it.
“So you have some free time now?”
Yoongi nodded, finishing his bite before speaking. “I’ll be here for a few days before I go back to Daegu for a couple weeks.”
Taehyung perked up. “Daegu? I’m going back there, too!”
Yoongi had suspected as much, Taehyung’s dialect came out quite strong when he talked about something he was really excited about.
“But,” Taehyung continued. “Since you have more time, we should go out and do something that doesn’t involve this coffee shop or the cafe down the street.”
Setting down his muffin, Yoongi turned his head to the side and placed his cheek in the palm of his hand. “Are you asking me on a date, Taehyung?”
If the blush that spread across Taehyung’s cheeks were anything to go by, Yoongi knew the answer. He watched as Taehyung huffed out a breath and grabbed the bag from the cafe, pulling out his usual cinnamon roll.
A small laugh bubbled up Yoongi’s chest and out of his mouth as he watched Taehyung pout while taking large bites of his sugary treat.
“Taehyung,” Yoongi quietly said, loud enough for the two of them to hear.
“What?” Taehyung took the last bite of his cinnamon roll and wiped his hands on a napkin.
Reaching forward Yoongi dragged his thumb across the corner of Taehyung’s mouth, wiping away frosting. He dropped his hands and wiped it on Taehyung’s apron.
He watched Taehyung’s mouth open, slack as he stared at Yoongi.
“I would love to go on a date with you.”
“Really?” Taehyung asked, disbelief clear in his voice.
“You have bought me breakfast three days in a row. You have been giving me an unlimited supply of coffee for three days, which I’m positive you could get fired for if your boss finds out. You literally bought me, a complete stranger, breakfast just because you’re that kind of person. You’re loving, and beyond generous, Taehyung. I would love nothing more than to go on a date with you.”
“I could get fired,” Taehyung said. "The things I do for you."
“That’s all you took away from that?” Yoongi grinned.
“I heard something about me being loving and generous and I would love for you to expand upon that on our date.”
“One date may not be enough time.”
“Then I guess we’ll have to have two.”
Taehyung grinned and Yoongi couldn’t help but return it.
“I have to get back to work,” Taehyung stood up. “There’s a scone in the bag for Jeongguk. Oh, and Yoongi?”
“Please don’t bring a bucket for our date. I don’t want the poor waiter to have to figure out how much to charge us for filling it up-”
Yoongi shoved Taehyung at his waist and laughed, a smile stuck on his face as he watched Taehyung maneuver his way around the counter still laughing as he gave him a small wave.