good feeling // yoonseok au

Chapter one

   Yoongi crumpled a freshly torn out sheet of paper from his notebook, who seemed to be burdened with staying empty for the rest of its life. At first, Yoongi didn't consider his little writer's block to be a problem, but when you drop out of a prestigious university that your parents put you in and you decide that writing is going to be the thing that brings food to your table - it does start to seem like something he should worry about. So here he is in his favorite coffee shop, sitting at the same small rounded table like usual, trying to think of ideas that would be good for a book, that would be good for him.  His thoughts seemed to get  lost in the warm spring breeze he could see dancing around the leaves of  the blossoming trees. He has been here way too many times to recognize the beautiful blossoming tree - Forsythia. Forsythia in the language of flowers means anticipation, which Yoongi has been way too familiar with for the last couple of months. The boy felt more familiar and close to the tree than most people he knows. The tree was silent -  yet beautiful, it liked to be admired, never touched because of its fragile petals. He felt like the tree, that's been watching him every day through the window knows him better than he knows himself. If only it could talk, Yoongi would ask so many questions.

A small line formed across Yoongis pale forehead signifying his annoyance. He got distracted by his own thoughts, again.

With a few clicks of his pen Yoongi started to doodle in his notebook, little messy flowers covering the surface of white. He knew he will have to start to at least try to write soon, but for now he really enjoyed his time procrastinating.

The harsh wind could be seen through the window, skies getting grey, people suddenly becoming faster at trying to reach their destination, afraid to get caught by the rain, made the atmosphere in the coffee shop get even cozier. God, the boy loved this weather.

Yoongi reached into the pocket of his loose jeans to search for his earphones. Putting on the music his hands got back to comfortably keeping themselves warm inside of the sleeves of his sweater, creating sweater paws, that has become a habit of his. Yoongi admired the weather some more, still watching his favorite blossoming tree now graciously dancing with the wind, his lips unknowingly forming into a small smile. A yawn escaped his lips and he knew what that meant. He needs himself a coffee. Yoongi stands up from his seat, turning up the volume to the song.

  Cause now I'm sat here thinking that the world is a mess

I bit off more than I can chew so I can't digest

And I got feelings inside that I keep repressed

And in the morning when I wake up I don't get dressed

When Yoongi reached the counter his eyes wondered around the the menu that was displayed on the wall in front of him until he looked down only for his eyes to lock with someone elses. Yoongis breath hitched as he couldn't get his eyes away, every single thing he had in his mind disappearing leaving only his strong heartbeat to feel like its gonna burst out of his chest any minute. What is this feeling?

'Cause I'm waiting for that good feeling