When The World Stops

We were destined

Medicine by Daughter

"This is the last place." He said gesturing to the empty room which A-Rin didn't particularly like. Impatient, he checked his watch 7:50. He shifted his weight between his feet watching the disappointed look form on her face.

"Take me back to the first place." She said grabbing her bag. She wasn't happy with any of the places they'd seen after the first one. The rent was pretty much the same for everything with a few differences like community and the distance but nothing seemed like places she saw herself and her brother living in, especially this one with it's gaudy furniture and rich neighbours.

"Are you sure, you haven't even looked around." He scoffed.

"I said, take me back." She said a smile on his face. The last two hours were torchure, his stuck up personality stank up wherever they went and honestly there was only so much casual insulting she could take.

"Women.." He mumbled rolling his eyes before gruffly snatching his bag and following A-Rin out the door. She swore the only thing stopping her from letting one rip on his face was the fact that Namjoon went out of his way to help her. She honestly felt disappointed in herself for not standing up to this sexist.

"Miss Lee, I'd appreciate it if you hurried." He said overtaking her down the flight of stairs and into his car.

"I'd prefer it if you shut up." She mumbled pulling the car door open not caring if he flicked with the force of which she shut it. God, she wanted to scream.

She focused her eyes ahead on the road, not daring to glance at the grumpy guy. It was almost eight and she needed to meet up with Tae ho, excitement filled her again thinking about the tickets to her most looked up to artist. The dark space inside the car lit up with a notification on his phone, his hands immediately snatched it but not before her eyes grazed the name 'Kim Namjoon'.

Her eyebrows furrowed meeting his terrified eyes with hers. "What?" He snapped, turning his shaky eyes back to the road after safely pocketing his phone in his pocket. A-Rin shook her head following his actions.

Why wasn't joon texting her? I mean a simple text saying he was busy was enough...it wasn't as though she was being clingy...was she? Was he ghosting her but then why would he still help her then? What was she thinking, he was just prioritising, it's no big deal. Namjoon isn't the kind of person who would do that. But still, she couldn't help but clench her jaw and fiddle with her bag strap.

'Here, you try.' He chuckled watching her eyes shine under the setting sun. Their lemonade forgotten on the balcony railing as he handed her his guitar. Hesitatingly she took the guitar from his hands and rested it just as he did on her lap.

"Now what?" She asked, strumming her fingers over the strings, smiling at the slight sounds created by it. Namjoon cleared his throat snapping out of his daze and sat next to her on the floor, the slight breeze teased the collars of his white shirt giving her a peak of his corded muscle beneath. Flushed, she turned her face away and let him put his arm around her waist, her shoulder now pressed to his chest as he took her smaller hand in his showing her how to hold it.

"Here, imagine you have a tennis ball between your palm and the fingerboard." His deep baritone brushed her ear, stirring strands of her hair.

"Yeah, see you got it." He chuckled, the sound reverberated through her stomach. His cologne mixed with the fresh air and the rustling leaves of the evening. It was starting to get dark as the orange hues of the sky faded into an iridescent shade of purple. "Now try the G cord." He said letting go of her hand but it still hovered over hers, ready to guide her if needed. Today was a lazy day filled with cold drinks, oversized cotton clothes and the last of the sun's rays. Rapmon lay dozing inside in the warmth having had enough of the duo's challenge to master each other's talents. "I didn't realise it would be this hard." She mumbled, focusing on pressing her fingers over the strings.