Sleep like a winter bear ~Kim Taehyung × Reader~

☕📖 Part 3 📖☕

Today was a terrible day at work.

Because of me waking up late this morning, I was late to my shift by 10 minutes, which my boss didn't appreciate.

The whole day he was pushing extra work onto me. Then when one of the other employees had to leave early, he made me stay to make up their hours without pay.

I just want to be done with school so I can leave that stupid store already.

I walk up the final flight of stairs to my floor.

Taking my keys out, I start to unlock the door when I look up to see a piece of paper on my door.

I briefly look at the writing on the front and go inside before reading the message.

Setting my keys, purse, and phone on the counter, I read the little yellow sticky note.

Things may be really hard right now. But it will get better.
I'm here for you even though you can't see me. And I'll try to make it better one song at a time.

~V

V? Who's that? I don't think I even know anyone with a v in their name.

The gesture is sweet, but I don't really understand how a random person can help me with a song.

If it were that simple, I would have fixed my problems a long time ago.

I crumble up the note and toss it in the trash bin.

Thanks to who ever wrote that, but it won't work.

No one's POV
It is now 11 pm and Y/N has been typing away at their essay for the past 3 hours.

After the rush from the morning, their window was left open all day long which made the apartment cold in every room.

Nestled in a huge hoodie, Y/N sits on their bed with half of the blankets spilled on the floor. The window now is closed, but the occasional car horn can be heard from down below.

The essay is technically done, but the power of over thinking is really setting in for Y/N tonight.

Another 10 minutes of typing goes by when a single guitar cord is heard.

Y/N doesn't hear the sound, or the next few.

But their attention is caught when the source of the cords starts to let out a deep soothing voice.

Y/N stops typing and focuses on the voice, which is singing the same song from last night.

The smooth voice seems to be the only thing that can travel through the window right now as no other noise is heard from the streets.

Since they had been working for 3 hours straight, the tiredness from the day didn't get a chance to hit Y/N yet, until now.

In the same sitting position, Y/N's eyes start to get heavier as the exhaustion from earlier in the day settles in.

They scoot further down into their bed, enough for their computer to slowly fall of their lap onto their side.

By the time the song is over, Y/N is completely asleep, with no signs of waking up.

Upstairs, the mystery guitar player strums the final cord and takes a deep breath.

The very small sound of typing had stopped after hours of listening in. The guitarist wasn't being nosy, he just happened to hear the typing around the first hour mark of the study session.

Not wanting his neighbor to fall into a sobbing mess like yesterday, he started to play a song again.

To anyone else, the gesture might seem like nothing. But to him, the songs were long over due.

Hearing his neighbor's quiet sobs every night is heartbreaking. Even if he didn't know that neighbor.

And after weeks of thinking, he came up with a simple way of helping the struggling student.

Even if he doesn't know that person's name, at least he could try to bring a small sense of comfort to them every night.

Notes:

Hehe

That's it, love you! 💜💜