One day, while Yoongi was walking the streets begging for money, something he hated doing, he passed by a small cafe. The smell of sweets and freshly baked bread made his stomach growl and he approached the large window, then he saw you. You were arranging some cakes on the counter, you looked beautiful, so simple and sweet but so unattainable for him. He stared for a long time, until you turned to look out the window and saw him, your eyes met his and he looked away quickly. Yoongi's grandmother had retired years ago but the money was barely enough to pay for the services of her humble house. That's why Yoongi started working from a young age, however he had recently been fired due to a staff cut, so now he lived by selling his songs at low cost and going out begging in restaurants or in churches. His days consisted of that, looking for leftovers, contacting singers or small producers to sell their music and looking for a job, even as a delivery driver or dishwasher. With a sigh, Yoongi gathered his courage and entered the small but pretty cafeteria. He didn't look bad, it was just that his clothes looked a little old. In fact, his behavior and vocabulary were those of someone worthy of the upper class; his grandmother had raised him very well.

"Hello, good afternoon." He greeted, a little shy but... he had to do it, he needed to bring food home for him and his grandmother. "Excuse me, I wanted to know if you had leftovers..."