piece by piece
❝You own a bakery and before 2 days ago I didn’t know it was possible to fall in love with a pumpkin pie❞
Yoongi can’t believe that Namjoon talked him into doing this. Granted, it’s not a completely ridiculous unreasonable request but it’s just barely enough to let the weight of responsibility sink Yoongi back to the ground where he just wants to spend the rest of the evening. But of course, Namjoon did not allow it, practically forcing Yoongi to drive to this bakery and pick up some god awful pie that Yoongi is sure to hate himself so what is even the fucking point?
He glares at the bakery, the shop wedged in the middle of this relatively busy shopping, entertainment, downtown intersection, the cars whirling in the background as handfuls of people walk around him either with a purpose or serving as a pastime in order to communicate with friends. The shop is innocent enough—small with more than enough windows to see through into the interior of the store. He sees fall decorations hung up along the walls, in the glass displays showing off the collection of pies they sell, hanging from the ceiling. He doesn’t see anyone behind the cash rep counter, but the sign hanging against the window reads back OPEN.
He takes in a breath, reassures himself that this will just be a quick pick up, an easy in easy out sort of situation, hoping the worker wouldn’t gush about the upcoming holiday and autumn season just to try and lure some sort of conversation out of him given he’s always hated people like that, and nudges open the shop door. The bell overhead rings, immediately making an announcement to his presence as Yoongi remains rooted near the door frame.
For a moment, nothing happens and he has half a mind to walk out and make Namjoon deal with the issue, when there is a noise from the back kitchen. “I’ll be with you in a second!” A voice chimes through the air, light and soft that Yoongi almost feels his heart drop at the sound. There is another second that passes, before you emerge from the kitchen, apron with the company logo wrapped around your waist, your hair tied up into a bun, and a bright smile across your lips. “Hi there,” You greet, approaching the counter and staring at Yoongi. “What can I help you with today?”