#stay the fuck still and be a plant for a second you dumb antsy fuck

[i-appear-misssing]

the Rest is just the gift that keeps on giving isn't it

[all-hail-the-witcher]

leaves

this started as a hc but turned into a long thing about geralt being a huge softie.  enjoy.

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jaskier collects leaves that he thinks are pretty during the fall and presses them in his song writing notebook so he can look at them during the winter when all the leaves are gone. and, he'd never admit this to anyone, but he knows exactly where each leaf came from, and what he and geralt were doing when he found them, so they help him stay close to geralt in the cold months when he's away at kaer morhen.

geralt doesnt understand the fascination cause “they're just leaves jaskier” and gets kinda grumpy when jaskier walks extra slow during the fall to admire and inspect the leaves. but he secretly enjoys the way that jaskiers face lights up in front of their camp fire at night as he shows geralt each leaf he collected that day and tucks them safely into the pages of his notebook. 

jaskier used to show them to roach to inspect but after she ate a particularly beautiful one on accident he does not allow her anywhere near his precious leaves.

one year jaskier and geralt part ways a little earlier than normal, geralt deciding to begin the trek to kaer morhen sooner than he normally would due to a lack of contracts so jaskier goes to oxenfurt earlier as well. the leaves are just beginning to change color as they part ways. 

a few nights into the journey geralt is making camp for himself and roach when he sees a bright red leaf sitting on the forest floor, exactly the kind of leaf that jaskier would pick up and admire and wax poetry about before tucking it into his notebook. but jaskier isn't there, and geralt feels a little pang. he glares at the leaf the entire time he's setting up camp. 

the camp fire has burned down to the embers by the time geralt is ready to lay out his bed roll, but he can still see the leaf at the corner of his vision. he sighs and gets up, knowing that it will continue to bother him unless he does something about it. he picks up the leaf, brushes off the dirt far more lightly than he would ever care to admit, and goes to tuck it in to his saddle bag in the roll of parchment he keeps on the off chance he has to write a letter. 

roach snorts at him. “shut up,” he mutters back. “its just a leaf.” roach nuzzles his arm. “no, i don't miss him. im just...bringing him a souvenir. we had to part early this year.” another snort. “yes, i know you know. but he didn't get to see the leaves this year. i don't want him to be disappointed.” roach headbuts him as if to say, you dumb witcher. geralt ignores this, but gives her some nice pats before retiring to his bedroll. 

in the next town geralt buys a random book. he doesnt know what it is, he bought the cheapest one he could find. but he's not going to read it, he just needs something to keep jaskiers leaf in so it doesnt crumble to bits before the spring. he swears roach laughs at him for that. 

throughout his trip up to kaer morhen, geralt finds himself progressively walking slower, taking time to admire the leaves as the bard had once done. 

he picks up the second leaf a week later after a battle with some drowners. he’s heading back into the town, having come across his first contract in weeks, holding the head and covered in river muck and guts when he sees a perfectly yellow leaf on the ground in front of him. he picks it up gingerly, trying his very best not to get guts on it (and he nearly succeeds). if the alderman thinks its weird, a witcher coming back with a drowner head in one hand and a yellow maple leaf in the other, he doesnt say anything. roach does tho, whinnying the second she sees it in geralts hand. he ignores her, and presses the maple leaf into the book a few pages after the brilliant red one. 

after that he adds to the collection more frequently. an reddish oak leaf he finds on the ground outside of a tavern, a brilliant orange leaf he finds at his campsite, a yellowish orange leaf the size of his face that he finds along the road and so on. roach makes fun of him every time he reaches for the book, but geralt ignores her. they're merely souvenirs for jaskier, nothing more. 

collecting leaves slows him down considerably, but he cant bring himself to care. he's even disappointed when the last of the leaves disappear and the first snow sets in. 

but that doesnt stop him from collecting things to add to his book. he gathers different small pine branches, holly leaves and other things that he knows jasper has never seen before because they grow too far north. he becomes so caught up in his hunt for interesting plants that the snow is already falling thickly by the time he reaches kaer morhe, despite him leaving for the keep so early. eskel and lambert chide him for being late, but he ignores them, happy that he managed to fill most of the book with leaves for jaskier.

that whole winter the book remains in the bottom of geralts pack, wrapped carefully in his spare shirt. he thinks about it often, but doesnt dare bring it out for fear that one of his brothers will catch him and make fun of him for being a sap. he's not a sap, he just found some leaves for his friend. 

winter drags on far too long in geralts opinion and leaves as soon as the passes are clear, antsy to get back to his friend and give him the book. but on his way down he discovers yet another beautiful thing that jaskier would love: wildflowers. roach is slightly more appreciative of this because wildflowers are things that she is allowed to eat. geralt often feeds her them to see if she approves. if she spits it out or refuses to eat it, then it doesnt make it into the book.

in the space he has left in the book he fills it with wildflowers, sometimes going out of his way to collect them. there are buttercups, dandelions, little blue ones the color of jaskiers eyes, poppies, apple blossoms, daffodils, and even a few rose petals that he buys from a stall in a market. the book is brimming with nature now. he has to be careful not to lose any of his treasures. 

finally, he arrives at his and jaskiers meeting spot. he stables roach who gives him a headbut of encouragement and he grabs the book carefully wrapped in his shirt before he makes his way to the tavern, suddenly very nervous. 

jaskiers voice is already wafting out of the tavern as he draws closer, having beat geralt to the meeting spot for once, and geralt hesitantly steps inside, knowing jaskiers eyes will be on him the second he goes in. he’s overcome with thoughts, what if jaskier hates it? what if he thinks it's dumb? what if he laughs at him? 

he enters anyway, because he's a witcher for fucks sake and he can handle his friends scrutiny. immediately he sees jaskier, sitting in the corner, working a crowd. as always, jaskiers eyes snap to him the second he steps foot in the tavern and he winks. geralt gives him the smallest nod and heads to his table in the corner after ordering an ale. he tucks the book out of sight on the bench next to him. 

minutes later jaskier barrels over, eyes bright with the life of the crowd he had been entertaining. 

“geralt!” he exclaims. “finally. i thought you stood me up, you big oaf. i never make it here before you do, i thought you may have been eaten! although im not sure by what exactly, i don't know what species has a taste for witches, dragons maybe? well never mind, youre here now and you better have a good excuse for being so late, even im starting to get bored of this town and you know how i love towns...”

geralt smiles into his ale, he missed this, but he'd never admit it. his eyes flick over to the book sitting on the seat beside him, unsure whether or not he should give it to him. 

jaskier, being the observant fucker he is, notices. “geralt what do you have on the seat there? is it a monster head? you know what happened last time you tried to hide a monster head in a tavern, i thought the town would chase us out with pitchforks they were so angry! surely you wouldn't-”

“here.” geralt mutters, cutting him off, unwilling to listen to that horrible story. 

jaskier stares at the lump of black fabric on the table. “geralt, why are you giving me your shirt? its not really my style, i’m not one for black really, makes my skin look too pale.”

“open it.” he says into his ale. 

jaskier does, and stares at the book dumbfounded. “a history book? geralt you know that i am a master of the seven liberal arts, im a professor at oxenfurt! i have all these boring books in the library, i didn't need you to get me one, although it is very thoughtful of you to- oh”

geralt, tired of hearing jaskiers babbling, flips open the book, revealing the bits of nature he had spent their time apart collecting. jasper is silent, which geralt takes as a bad sign. maybe roach was right, maybe he didn't like it, maybe he'd wasted his time for nothing. 

“cause you....you didn't get to see...the leaves this year,” he mutters, looking into the tavern, unable to see the inevitable disappointment on jaskiers face. 

“oh, geralt,” jaskier whispers. “you collected all of these for me?”

geralt doesnt say anything, but his silence is enough. 

“this is why you were late. you were collecting these, for me.”

“its okay if you don't..like them” geralt bites out. 

“oh no no no no, geralt, they're wonderful.” 

geralt looks at jaskier and sees him touching the pine branch he took form the trees outside kaer morhen, tears brimming in his eyes. “you don't hate it?”

“no, love.” jaskier smiles softly. “i adore it. and i adore you. and id love it if you tell me about all of them, please.”

for the first time in years geralt feels something like a smile tugging at his lips and he picks up the pine branch from jaskiers hand, telling him how it came from the tree outside his window, the one that he looked at everyday as a kid growing up. the same tree that lambert once dared him to climb and he nearly did before being spotted by vesemir and scolded at. jasper laughs and sniffs the pine carefully before placing the branch back in the book. 

they pour over the book for hours at their table in the tavern. geralt cant remember the last time he's talked this much, much less about himself of all things, but jaskier is more than happy to listen. 

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[one-boring-person]

Dumb request but. Uncle Bob gets jealous bc someone hits on thee reader. (It's a funny idea tbh. Also change your name. you're not boring!! you're absolutely awesome!!)

Hehe, thanks for the compliment!😂💛 I loved this idea, so I hope you like this!😊❤💛

Total Strangers.

T-800/Uncle Bob x reader

Warnings: some bad language, some light sexual implications

Masterlist

The terminator goes stiff almost as soon as we enter the store, the unusual behaviour making me lift an eyebrow at him, looking over his perfect posture in curiosity. His imposing frame easily stands out amongst the other shoppers around us, but his new discomfort puts me on edge, aware of his ability to determine and assess threats before I even know they're a problem. With this in mind, I place a hand on the cyborg's arm, looking up into his face in confusion.

"Everything alright?" I ask him, meeting his emotionless stare as he turns it on me.

"Yes." He replies bluntly, still not having quite grasped the balance between using relative information and speaking as briefly as is necessary. 

"You sure? You're very tense." I probe, heading further into the shop with him, going to the section I need.

"I am positive." The terminator responds, following me, his eyes scanning the aisles as we move, the careful turn of his head still not quite natural yet, still a little automated.

"If you say so." I roll my eyes at his answers, choosing to ignore his obvious tenseness and start rifling through the racks of clothes, needing to find something to replace a couple of my old shirts.

"I did." Uncle Bob intones, standing over me, his large build hovering over me like a worried mother might fuss over her child.

It's not long before I get fed up with his presence so close to me, the terminator watching my every move, the precision in his gaze making me antsy. He shadows me around, staring at the people around us until they hastily walk away, his unnerving glare usually quite welcoming, though today it is just irritating me. After ten minutes or so, I turn to him, a small scowl etched into my face.

"Can you drop the hostile act? There's no need for it." I tell him, looking him in the eye.

"I am not sure what you mean." The T-800 frowns, cocking his head, a habit he picked up from me a few weeks ago. Usually, I find it flattering, cute, almost. But now it annoys me.

"I mean you need to stop acting like my bodyguard. It's totally safe here! You don't need to scare people off when they come within five metres of us." I clarify, gesturing to the area around us.

"Why? There is a possibility they may pose a threat to you. It is my objective to keep you safe." Bob recites, face going blank again.

Sighing in exasperation, I briefly close my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose frustratedly.

"There isn't any threat, Bob. We're fine, ok?" I try to reassure him, "Just back off a bit, yeah?"

Frowning again, the cyborg nods and steps back, standing by a display of mannequins, his body going still, almost as if trying to blend in with them. Letting out a breath, I turn back to the racks and continue browsing the items there, picking out a shirt and inspecting it, my head cocked to the side, a frown playing at my expression as I consider it.

"Not your colour." A voice behind me suddenly speaks up.

Frowning properly now, I turn to face the newcomer, lowering the shirt as I give them a once-over, checking for any danger they may pose. Finding none, I relax slightly as the red-head smiles at me, showing me he means no harm, his blue eyes straying over my form with no particular subtlety.

"Oh? And what makes you say that?" I reply guardedly, my body moving to face him properly.

The guy shrugs, grinning at me.

"I don't think it will work with your hair, that's all." He tells me, coming to stand beside me, picking out another shirt from the rack, "This, on the other hand…"

Eyeing the garment, I lift an eyebrow as I realise he is right, though I'm far too stubborn to admit it, so I simply place the original shirt back and start moving away.

"Aw, come on! Please don't be like that! I'm only trying to help." The guy follows after me, dropping the shirt and catching up to me.

"I don't take clothing advice from total strangers." I inform him, trying to ignore him as I flick through some more clothes, jackets this time.

"Ah, well in that case, I'm Caleb." The guy offers his hand to me, still smiling, a glint of mischief in his eye.

Glancing at him, I don't react, waiting for him to drop his hand. After a moment, he does, only to instantly pick something off the rack.

"This looks like it would suit you. Wanna try it on?" He looks me over again, holding out the jacket to me.

"Not really."

"Aw, why not?" Caleb pouts, shoulders slumping slightly.

"I told you, I don't take clothing advice from total strangers." I try not to roll my eyes, picking out a different jacket entirely.

"Hey, you know my name. I'm not a total stranger." The smirk is back on his face as he says this.

"You have known her for exactly four minutes and forty-eight seconds. You are a stranger to her." A familiar voice interrupts us, the monotone sounding words muchly appreciated now.

Holding back a smile of relief, I feel my eyes flick up over Caleb's shoulder to meet the hard blue ones staring at the guy's head. The terminator stands over us, his imposing body easily dwarfing both of us, his expression blank, though his jaw looks oddly clenched, something I've never seen him do. Caleb turns to face the cyborg, his expression falling.

"Who the hell are you?!" He bites out, the words flat as he eyes over the much larger newcomer.

"That is not relevant information for me to disclose." Bob replies evenly, staring the guy down, "Now leave. You are not wanted here."

"Fuck no, I got here first. Wait your turn, asshole." Caleb snaps at him, though his tone is a little shaky.

"You are not needed here. Leave." The cyborg intones, disregarding the previous statement.

"How do you know I'm not needed? Think you are?" The redhead snorts, "As if."

"Your presence is very clearly not welcome. She has reciprocated none of your advances, and has been blunt with you to deter you. You have ignored all of this and have continued to pester her for no reason. You are not wanted or needed, so leave." Bob begins, clearly wanting to say more, though he stops at a look from me.

"I'm not going anywhere, and you can't make me." Caleb folds his arms, planting himself in place.

Brow twitching, Bob steps forwards, moving as if to grab the smaller man, hand already outstretched, only stopping when I intervene.

"No, Bob, it's fine. He's not worth it." I stop him, ignoring Caleb's somewhat triumphant look.

Bob halts, staring the other man down, a scowl starting to creep onto his face, staying in place for a good minute, before he finally moves, reaching out to pull me into his body, marching the two of us from the shop. Goosebumps spread out along my skin where he's touched me, the hand at my waist heavy but not unwelcome, the feeling of his hard body pressed into mine making me swallow tightly. We go straight to the car, leaving no room for conversation until we get there, at which point he breaks away.

"What was all that about?" I ask him, confused by his actions, "I mean, I'm grateful that you stepped in, but you didn't have to-"

I'm cut off by the feeling of his large hands on my waist again, yanking me into his muscular body, pressing me flush against his hips. Surprised, I barely register what is happening as he smashes his lips into mine, kissing me roughly, his tongue already slipping out to trace along my lower lip as I gasp into the kiss. My eyes widen momentarily, only to fall closed as I relax into the kiss, my hands coming up to run through his hair, pushing myself closer to him, his muscles right under my touch. The terminator steps forwards, shoving me up onto the hood of the car, still kissing me, his mouth ravaging mine hungrily as his hands start to move, pushing up my shirt to caress my back, one slipping down to grip my ass, tightening around me as he presses his chest tighter against mine. Moaning, I arch my chest into him, allowing him to slip his tongue into my mouth, the synthetic muscle exploring and roaming everywhere it can reach, only pulling back when I tap his arm, needing to breathe.

Heads staying close together, we stare at each other, our breaths mingling with each exhale, his hands still rubbing over my skin. It's only when a wolf whistle from somewhere nearby sounds that I remember exactly where we are. Eyes widening, I pull back further and look around, noticing the group of men walking past, three of them waving and jeering at us, leaving my neck exposed to Bob. Instantly, his mouth attaches to the skin there, sucking a mark onto my pulse point almost immediately, his tongue smoothing over the area, followed by a wet kiss. 

Trying not to moan too loudly, I gently push him off, already craving his touch again.

"Not here, Bob. It's not appropriate." I gasp out, lightly running a hand down his face.

"I apologise. I was unable to withhold myself." He replies, helping me down off the car, adjusting my clothes for me. 

Lifting an eyebrow, I smile at him in curiosity.

He simply smirks, having learnt the action from John, doing his impression of a shrug and helping me into the car.

[taetaespeaches]

“You do have a fierce little glare”

Yoongi x Reader

Word count: 1.9K

a/n: Hi guys! Long time no write, huh? It’s only been like a week but I’m sorry for taking so long gang! I hope you enjoy this, it is in response to this anon. Instead of just a regular date, I made it a first date. Thanks for reading my sweets! I love you all! 

For about the fifth time within twenty minutes, Yoongi slyly wiped his palms on his slacks, trying to clear them of their clamminess. Maybe they weren’t even that sweaty, and it was just some sort of nervous tick. Kind of like how you kept giggled out an, “oh man” at the end of your comments as the conversation died down into antsy chuckles.

 “I just thought it was mean,” you explained with a small smile. “So, I threw it into the lake,” you shrugged, taking another bite of your meal.

 The most stunning smile spread across Yoongi’s face, flashing his gums at you, sending your heart into palpitations. He had displayed that exact smile numerous times throughout the night, but every single time your eyes were graced with the sight you grew even more fond of the expression.

 “Wait, so you just threw the pole into the water in protest of fishing?” You nodded as you chewed, holding back a bashful grin. “At 10 years old?” His smile grew even wider as he let out a silent chuckle, his shoulders shaking, his adorable nose scrunched up in amusement.

 Swallowing your food in a hurry, you nodded. “According to my mom, I crossed my arms indignantly when my dad and grandpa tried to grab the pole out of the water,” you giggled. “It must have been heavy though because it sunk straight to the bottom.”

 “Oh indignantly, huh?” Yoongi’s eyes searched your face as he continued to sport his smile.  

 “She always says, I had never seen such a fierce little glare, but I don’t know. That could just be fabrication.” You licked your lips as your cheeks heated up in response to Yoongi’s amusement becoming more vocal as he let out a proper laughter. “Oh man,” you giggled with a sigh.

 “Damn, you’re a badass,” he mumbled out, his smile fading into a smaller but fond one.

 Looking down at your nearly empty plate, pushing your food around as you waited for the heat in your face to cool down, you could feel Yoongi’s gaze on you, your heart racing at the thought of his eyes on you. Lifting your gaze to meet his, he quickly diverted his orbs, locking them on his wine glass. Grabbing his drink quickly, he brought it to his pretty lips, taking a big gulp of the bitter liquid, his throat bobbing.

 “Well, I saved a fish that day but I did throw a hunk of plastic into the lake so,” you tapered off.

 “You were ten,” he smirked. “We’ll let that one slide.”

 A few moments later, Yoongi’s nimble fingers were shakily trying to grab his credit card from his wallet to stuff into the leather pouch that held the dinner check. The waiter stood impatiently above you both, burning holes into Yoongi’s hands as he worked on the card, making your poor date even more frustrated. As both men’s stares were fixed onto Yoongi’s struggle, yours were admiring the pout that sat upon Yoongi’s face, his eyebrows pulled together as he focused on the task.

 You assumed he must have finally placed the card into the respective spot because he let out a huff, the focus of his stare immediately softening, though the pout stayed put. When his eyes dragged across the table to meet your gaze that was already focused on him, he smiled bashfully, letting out a single embarrassed breathy laugh.

 “Thank you for dinner,” you smiled in amusement and utter adoration. When you started the date, you weren’t sure about Yoongi. Obviously, he was handsome and there as an attraction, but you just didn’t know if you would click. However, as dinner came to a close, you found yourself wanting to find any way to keep the date going.

 “You enjoyed it, right?” His eyes widened as he became slightly worried. Smiling brightly, you nodded at him, relaxing him as he nodded back. “Good.”

As you exited the restaurant, you were hit with the chill of the night air, the sun long gone for the next several hours. You glanced enviously at Yoongi’s form snuggly tucked into a coat. Walking slowly side by side, your arms brushing along every once in a while, Yoongi was clearly deep into his own mind. You continued to look over at him as you both walked to no destination in particular.  

 The longer the silence lasted, the more your doubts started bubbling up. Does he want the date to end? Is he trying to figure out a way to end things nicely while alluding to the fact that there wouldn’t be another date? Dinner was a little awkward but it was fun, didn’t he think so? Your thoughts were interrupted by a small scoff from Yoongi, your eyes immediately darting to his face in anticipation.

 “I thought Jin was crazy for suggesting I ask you out,” he started, triggering alarms in your head that made you want to sprint down the street and never have to face Min Yoongi again. “I thought there was no way you were interested in me, but, with the way you keep glancing over at me,” he smirked, looking up from the sidewalk to meet your eyes, his expression cocky and amused.

 You bit back a grin as you scoffed, rolling your eyes to accentuate how totally untrue that was. “You wish.” A smirk slipped past your annoyed expression. “I keep looking at you because you have a coat and it’s freezing,” you justified your constant stares.

 Yoongi halted his movements, turning to face you as he looked up and down your form. “Why wouldn’t you bring a coat,” he looked at you with a hardened gaze, though a small smirk toyed on his lips.

 “It was warm when I left my place,” you explained through a surprised smile.

 “Well it isn’t warm anymore, is it? It still gets cold at night, you know, you should dress according to the forecast, this is how people get sick.” As a pout formed on his lips you thought how unfair it was that he got to look so adorable as he lectured you. “Do you want to get sick?”

 “Are you really lecturing me right now?” You cut off his rant, surprise lacing your tone as a lazy smile started to overtake his pout.

 “Don’t do silly things that deserve a lecture,” he shot back, a smirk planted firmly on his lips.

 Glaring at him, you crossed your arms across your chest. “You’re supposed to offer me your jacket like a gentleman, not give me a speech about the importance of dressing appropriately for the weather.”

 “Do you want my jacket?” He asked, his eyes sparkling in amusement.

 “No,” you quipped, a smile fighting to appear on your face. Yoongi suddenly walked past you down the street, leaving you stunned, gawking after him.

 Turning around, he simply stared at you. “You coming?”

 Your glare softened within seconds, your eyes widening like a lost puppy. “Where?” You asked as your feet hurriedly caught up with him. A small smirk appeared on his face as he continued towards his secretive destination, you following a few steps behind.

 “Just come on,” he said through the smile, his amusement showing itself in his tone.

 Soon, you were approaching a 24-hour diner and you realized he was taking you to a comfortable place to warm up. Your heart swelled as Yoongi coolly reached to swing the diner door open with a ding, a few patrons looking towards the door at the sound. He ushered you inside with a nudge of his head and his hand on your lower back, guiding your form into the warmth of the establishment.

 You were walking on air in response to his touch. The feeling both foreign yet entirely familiar, as if his hand had always belonged to that exact place. You were hit with a need to know where else his hand belonged.

 Grabbing a seat at a booth next to a window, you stared across the table at Yoongi as he stared back, quirking an eyebrow.

 “Do you want me to tell you your future?” You spoke softly, biting your lip as your eyes took in his features, fixating on two small freckles, one on his nose and the other positioned cutely on his right cheek.

 Yoongi’s face morphed into confused amusement before a waitress came to take your drink orders. Both black coffees.

 As the waitress disappeared to get your coffees, Yoongi turned his full attention back to you, giving you a serious expression.  “So, about my future?”

 “Give me your hand,” you reached across the table, your eyes wide. Watching your face warily before looking down towards your hand, he reluctantly placed his hand in yours. The warmth of his skin travelled through your body, heating every inch. It felt perfect with yours and you swore you saw Yoongi gulp as a blush flushed his cheeks. Holding someone’s hand had never felt so right, you couldn’t help but think his hand belonged in yours. You weren’t sure how you went your entire life thus far without the feeling of your hands together.

 Running your pointer along the curved lines in his palm, you hummed to yourself. Yoongi’s eyebrows lifted at the sound, looking from your hands to your face. “What’s the consensus?”

 “Mmmm,” you hummed again, a small smirk making it’s way to your face.

 Yoongi gave a small chuckle as he watched you drag your finger along the surface of his palm, leaving a trail of tickles. “I had no idea you could read palms.”

 Clasping your hand around his to properly hold it, you smiled widely. “I can’t.”

 Yoongi’s smile morphed into a surprised expression, his eyes wide and innocent. “You can’t read palms?”

 “Not even a little bit,” you giggled. His expression showed his confusion, though a dumb grin was slowly spreading from cheek to cheek. “I just kind of wanted to hold your hand,” you admitted shyly, your cheeks instantly flushing with heat as a gummy smile graced Yoongi’s face.

 Shoulders shaking in silent laughter, Yoongi squeezed your hand. “Well how is it for you? Is it good?” He teased.

 “It’s pretty decent, I gotta admit,” you smiled bashfully, utterly embarrassed and totally fucking smitten.

 The moment was broken up when the waitress came back with your mugs of hot coffee, making you let go of Yoongi’s hand as you graciously took the mug with a smile and a small thank you. You just barely caught Yoongi’s pouted lips before he replaced it with a small polite smile, mumbling out a thank you to the waitress. You breathily snickered at his pout just before taking a sip of your drink. “How was it for you?” You smirked.

 Taking a sip of his coffee, he looked off into the distance, feigning deep thought, mulling over his answer. “Eh,” he said simply with a shrug, making you shoot him a glare. Laughing at your expression, his shoulders shook as he scrunched his nose. “You know your mom was right,” he told you through his smile. Your eyebrows pulled together in question, cocking your head curiously. “You do have a fierce little glare.” The way he bit his bottom lip as he watched your face blush had your heart pounding against your chest in response.

 “Well get used to it, I have a feeling you’ll be seeing a lot of it, Min,” you said sassily, though an absolutely giddy smile overtook your face just as you finished speaking.

 “Did my palm tell you that?” He teased, flashing you his gummy grin, which had already become your favorite grin.

 “Yeah,” you nodded, taking a sip of your coffee. “It did actually.”

 Yoongi flashed you his gummy grin, showing nothing but pure happiness as a bashful tint of red painted his cheeks. “Good.”