Ocean Eyes || Yoonmin ff

𝘖𝘯𝘦 // 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘺?

The train station was a place that seemed so bland and boring, and yet Jimin found peace.
Even when the platforms were crowded, and the incoherent voice over the speakers sometimes cut through the music his earphones were playing, Jimin still found peace in waiting for his train.

Today was Jimin's third day at work, and like usual, at half six in the morning he sat on a bench, one leg crossed over the other and examined his surroundings until the train would appear fifteen minutes later. He found small things so..fascinating. Why were there rocks around the tracks? Why must the damn platform be outside when it gets so cold in the wind? Why are the trains always so dirty?

A gentle rhythm caught Jimin's attention, causing him to raise a hand and pluck an earphone from his ear, only to recognise the sound of a guitar. Curiously, he peered over to his right, where a few metres away sat a young man against the wall, playing an acoustic guitar and singing the lyrics to a song - or more, sang them unenthusiastically to a tune. It was a song he'd heard on the radio before, Jimin realised - some cheesy pop song he occasionally remembered the hook to. 

The man seemed...young. A little older than him, sure, but not by much - he certainly wasn't an elder. But by the way he was dressed, the way his tattered clothes were dirty and his cheeks and nose had turned darker - presumably red - in the cold, was very telling he'd been out here for a while. He was homeless. Taking pity, Jimin decided to give him some money. He paused his music, tucking his earphones into his pocket, and pulled out his wallet to open it up. He peered at the homeless man for a moment, before smiling.

"You're very talented."

Jimin received only a glance as the man continued to sing, but just as he reached into his wallet to grab some money, he was so unfortunate as to be shoved by somebody passing him, and there his coins spilled. They clashed into the guitar with a dull thump, plopping into the poor man's coffee cup still half full, and all over the floor.

"Oh--Oh, gosh! I'm so sorry!" Jimin shrieked, crouching down to start grabbing at his coins, shoving them back into his wallet and apologising profusely as the man sighed and peered into his coffee cup glumly.

"Oh, I'll buy you another coffee, sir, please forgive m--" Up came his train, pulling up to the platform as people piled out, the voice over the speaker declaring the doors were closing in forty seconds. Jimin glanced at the homeless man, and then his train nervously. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He cried, shoving a random amount of money into the man's hands and scurrying off to catch his train.

•

Yoongi hated people. Of course, there were no perks to being homeless, but one part he hated the most were the looks. The pitiful, guilty looks people gave him as they passed, not sparing him a penny and letting it weigh on their conscience as they continued with their lives. That, or they'd pay him barely enough to even get a coffee, and smile as if they solved world hunger.

Yoongi just hated people. And he wasn't one to grovel either, as desperate as he was to find someplace to stay. And so, in his backpack was a jar full of coins he'd collected. He was saving up for a place and, hopefully, get back onto his feet again In the society he so hated.

For now, he didn't have very much.

Playing on his guitar solved both his boredom and accumulated money, even if busking felt embarrassing. Yoongi played songs he heard on the radio and learned by ear, hoping it would draw in more crowds than his original songs ever would - and they did.

Here he found himself, playing a song he hated and barely recalled the words to in a train station, when a handsome young man come over to him, fumbling with his wallet.

"You're very talented," he smiled sympathetically, causing Yoongi to roll his eyes and look away, still muttering lyrics he only half recalled. A business man, he assumed from the way the stranger was dressed so smartly, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of resentment. Tipping the coins all over him, however? Ruining the coffee he'd bought to last him the day? Now this had to be one of the worst days. He started to collect up the coins that the business man had ditched in favour of catching is train.

"One seventy five?" He groaned, "I can't even get a new coffee with this..."