When Eunbee comes back to Korea and meets her childhood best friend Kim Taehyung who is now a member of the most famous boyband, BTS, the last thing that comes into her mind while she is enjoying the nostalgia those glazed eyes and boxy smile brings...
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a/n: the following scene begins from before Taehyung and Eunbee's story
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A day off and ramen are like synonyms in Jimin's dictionary. You tell him he has a day off and he would look at you with those big eyes of his and ask, "Ramen?"
It's ridiculous at this point but the point is that Jimin has a day off and is currently pissed off because it seems like all ramen packets have either been used or Taehyung has hidden them again just because he can. He grumbles, making his way to the convenience store.
Normally, he wouldn't bother and settle with what's at home. But he thinks it's early in the morning and the chances of bumping into people are less, hence off he goes. Taehyung told him that Eunbee is back in Korea and he would be going to the company to meet her. Jimin had shrugged, saying he would join him later when the 'bestie talk' is over.
The door chimes when he opens the door of the store and walks to that particular aisle where a mixed aroma of different flavours of ramen hits his nose instantly, making him a bit dizzy.
He doesn't bother looking around, drowning himself in his oversized clothes and the hood that covers his forehead—until he spots someone else—a certain someone who is hunched over the table at the corner— who has the same hoodie as him but for some reason the faded logo makes him think it's fake. His hands move on his own with his eyes still fixed on the hooded figure. He side glances at his hands and smiles triumphantly when he sees he picked out the right flavours without even looking.
His eyes are back on the hooded figure and for a moment he thinks of approaching it. It may be because there's a long string stretched out in front of them but it is unusually bright as if the sunlight is reflecting on it but when he looks carefully, it seems to be like a LED light that glows. Concluding it must be those wire lights in their hand, he walks back without turning towards the counter.
Why he can't take his eyes off the figure is strange. The person is doing nothing but looping the string around their finger, then unwrapping it to loop it on another. That small thing seems to be the only possible reason why Jimin's in a daze.
"Here's your ramen," the store lady places a bowl on the table. The string is now coiled messily and placed on the side of the table, and he can now faintly make out the colours. It's not white, it seems to be pink, but then there's blue reflection on the table as well— he can't quite place it.
The light is blinding and for some reason his dazr leads him to think of his ballet performances— thinking how beautiful it would be if he had such a glowing string wrapped around him, it would twirl with him, dance with him and just glow.
He loses his balance when he tries to lean on the shelf on his side, almost knocking the whole of it over. He's mumbling apologies the next moment, hissing as the store lady comes to check on him. And when Jimin looks back at the figure— the hood is lowered to reveal a small bun sitting on the top of her head and the rest of her short hair disappear into her hood.
