Underlined + Italicised = French
July 17th, 2015:
I had gone for a run in the early hours of the morning. I couldn't seem to get any meaningful sleep and hoped a quick jog could tire me out enough to get an extra couple of hours in before we had to leave for Dallas.
The streets were a lot emptier than they had been during the day. However, they still weren't completely deserted, New York was never deserted. I get to the edge of the island and sit down on a bench looking out at the murky water. I sit there for a few minutes before someone joins me on the bench. It was a scrawny-looking guy, he seemed rather tired himself.
I go to stand up and leave him be, but he speaks looking at me.
(Convo in English unless otherwise underlined/italicized)
"I hope you're not leaving because of me," he says, "I don't want to make you uncomfortable. I just feel like anyone out this early in the morning probably needs company".
"Oh... uh... no," I say shyly, "I have to be getting back anyways".
He nods his head, going back to look at the water.
"You can never make friends in this city" I hear him whisper.
I look back at him. Maybe he needed someone to be with instead of the other way around.
"Unless you need someone to be with right now," I say, sitting back down next to him.
"You speak French?" he says surprised.
"I'm from Québec... the French-speaking part of Canada," I nod.
"That's cool," the man smiles, "I'm from New York, far less interesting," he chuckles.
"No, that's still cool," I smile back, "New York is such an interesting city filled with even more interesting people".
"Do you live here?" he asks me.
"Um, no... I'm here for work," I answer.
"Work? Aren't you like 18?" he laughs.
"Yeah, I am," I laugh slightly, realising how that sounded, "well... I'm actually a singer, from Korea. I'm here for a concert".
"Wait what! For real? Now you for sure are more interesting than me," he says eyes wide.
"Yeah..." I blush, "what about you?".
"I'm an actor, like every other person in New York," he chuckle, "but mostly now I'm a university student".
"Anything I might have seen you in?" I ask, raising my eyebrow.
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BTS Eighth Member | The Life: Year 2015
FanfictionThis is year 2015 of my slow-burn, detailed story of Y/N as the eighth member of BTS. The story is as realistic as possible which means it sticks to dates as well as social and idol "norms". This is not snapshots or short imagines, it does have a t...
