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The next morning he woke up to the sound of his alarm. Jimin slowly got up and got his clothes ready and went into his bathroom. He got a shower quickly, changing and brushing his teeth before throwing on his shoes. When he grabbed his phone to check the time, he noticed he was already 5 minutes late.

"Shit," Jimin muttered grabbing his jacket and phone as he rushed out of the door, not even sparing a glance at his sleeping roommate sprawled out on the floor. It was cloudy, which set Jimin in a sour mood knowing he forgot his umbrella at the stupid apartment. It didn't take him long to reach the small store at the corner. He reached for his keys and put it up to the door but stopped when it started opening, startling jimin as it smacked right into his nose.

Jimins head jerked back with the impact, instantly grabbing his nose, groaning lowly.

"Ah, fuck..." a familiar voice whispered. Gentle hands grabbed at jimins wrist and the back of his neck. Jimin didnt open his eyes, afraid he would start to cry in front of the stranger so he just let the guy pull his face closer to his as he examined his bleeding nose.

The guy touched jimins nose, the shorter quickly taking a step back, opening his eyes and cursing under his breath at the sudden contact with his sore nose. And just as jimin predicted, hot tears began pouring out of his eyes. He was not happy at all. The guy chuckled, his soft hand wiping away the tears off jimins cheeks. Once his vison was cleared, he realized it was the guy from yesterday.

"Oh hi," jimin said, still holding onto his nose.

"Hi." The guy reached into one of his bags on that were thrown on the ground (from when he tried smashing jimins nose), and pulled out a napkin. He held it out for jimin, which the shorter gladly took. He began dabbing it lightly around his sore nose. "Ah, here..." he paused, biting his lip and looking jimin in the eyes as he grabbed the napkin that was still in his hand. "I dont know your name...?"

Jimin snorted, a sharp pain shooting through his nose making him wince. "I'm jimin."

"Yoongi." The taller smiled as he wiped away the blood jimin had left. Gently, of course. Yoongi took the bloodied napkin and threw it into the trashcan beside the doorway. He turned to jimin, a small smile plastered on his pale face. "Sorry about that, by the way."

Jimim shook his head. "Its fine, i should have realized someone already opened up the shop before me."

"Oh, that was me." Yoongi held up a pair of keys, which made jimin frown.

"You work here?" He asked the taller.

"Yeah," Yoongi said, giving jimin a smile.

Jimin nodded. The shorter followed yoongi inside, watching as he grabbed an apron and tied it around his neck and his waist. "Do you work the same time i do?" Jimin asked, grabbing the other apron and doing the same.

Yoongi watched jimin, his eyes sometimes trailing down past his face. "I don't know, I was just told a Jimin was supposed to train me at nine?? so."

Jimin nodded, turning the open sign on and walking around the counter. Yoongi followed him. The younger grabbed a pair of keys and unlocked the cash register, taking out the money and recounting it. Yoongi stood close behind jimin, watching him put all the ones and fives and so on together. The shorter could feel the tallers hot breath on his neck, making him shiver.

After he was done he put the money back and closed the register and faced Yoongi. "do you know how to work the register?" jimin asked. Yoongi nodded. " good, you can work this for a while. if you have any questions, i'll be right here." The taller nodded again, moving to the side to let jimin squeeze by him.

The first customer came in, making jimin look over at yoongi who instantly straightened up. He smiled at the customer, and greeted him. The customer ignored him as he went straight to the back and grabbed a drink. He came back to the front, grabbing a bag of chips along the way.

Jimim watched yoongi look at the paper that had the prices listed down, his fingers slowly going over the keys on the register. "Alright... that will be $7.50." The customer handed him the money, yoongi taking it and putting it in the register and handing the man back his change. The customer left eating his chips.

"You did good." Jimin spoke, making yoongi jump. He turned around, scratching the back of his neck as his cheeks tinted pink. Jimin thought it was cute.

"Thanks."

Jimin gave yoongi a small smile, walking away from the counter to the back and grabbed a box of stuff he needed to put on the shelves. As he stocked the shelves, he caught himself looking over and staring at yoongi.

He couldn't help it, he loved the way his black hair made his fair skin more pale and how it tickled his ears if he moved a certain way. He loved the way his body moved when he moved his arm or when he switched feet to stand on. He especially loved it when their eyes would meet, and it made his insides burn from the intensity of Yoongis gaze.

He didn't understand the feeling he got whenever he was around the taller, he hasn't even know him for a day.

But he sure as hell loved it.

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I hope you all like this filler thing ??? Also, any feedback would be great.