"can i have a white choc latte? just throw in an extra shot, though."
yoongi min rubbed at his face in an attempt to maybe rub off his exhaustion. the cashier nodded with a soft smile, punching in his requests. "how's the album going?" he asked casually. yoongi looked up, his misery clear in his eyes.
"if i didn't love my job, i would have left the country already. i need one more song, a ballad! do i look like a ballad type of guy? i'm up to here with this album." yoongi made a hand motion signalling the level of bullshit exceeded past his head. "i can't lie and say i'm not proud of it, though." he slid his card and punched in his pin. "i just wish they would give me an artist i could syncopate with."
"release another mixtape, that's my only idea on how you can cope."
yoongi hummed, deep in thought for a fraction of a second. the conversation ended abruptly when someone behind him cleared their throat and yoongi moved to the pick up window. he looked around, lazy eyes hooded, lips pursed. he wanted to find him again, he realised subconsciously.
the truth is he couldn't stop thinking about the tall boy.
he tried, god knows he did, but he just couldn't. the problem was yoongi didn't have a clear mental picture of the stranger's face. he just remembered his tall frame, slightly wide shoulders, long brown hair, and tanned smooth skin.
"agust?" he blinked slowly and shook his head inwardly, taking the drink from the counter and dragging himself to a table.
he set his drink down and reached into his portfolio, taking out a legal pad and a pen. he clicked the pen over and over, biting his lip.
he thought of the way he had walked away from the coffee shop and from the art store front. he thought of the contrast between their skin tones, and how deliciously different they were to each other. alabaster against coffee, hot against cold.
his pen slid across the page thoughtlessly, thinking about what his voice might sound like, what his name could be. something foreign, but powerful. something that correctly depicted the energetic aura he carried around with him.
by the time he had downed the last of his sickeningly sweet coffee, he was staring at the yellow paper with a small, microscopic smile.
he had finished writing his ballad.
what he didn't know was that his pen wasn't the only one suffering from the same infatuation, or that the man with the warm skin tone like sand on a hot day was also wondering about his name.
taehyung's pen slid across and up and down on the sketch pad, lower lip between his teeth as he concentrated. on what? his mind wasn't on the paper, it was elsewhere. the short and moody man who hadn't quite gotten over his scene phase invaded his thoughts. what was his name again? taehyung cursed himself for not being able to remember. was it yeonki? yugi? he frowned. those weren't even names, but for some reason, yugi fit his murky memory of the day before. his hand moved all over the place, pen frantic. thick black frames, black bangs peeking through the beanie, soft, pink lips. blank. nothing else came to him. he had forgotten everything else about his face, though he didn't sweat over it. he had stared for mere seconds, though it lingered in his mind for hours.
more than twenty four.
he looked down at his sketch pad and sighed at the streaks of black ink. lines and squiggles and dots illustrated the man, pale as moonlight, surrounded by darkness.
his pen demanded more, it wanted to draw the stranger again and again.
the door chimed with the arrival of a customer and he looked up with a smile.
"hello and welcome!"
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plummet || taegi
Fanfictionhis voice was low and his syllables often slurred. his gaze was cold behind the black frames. his movements were anything but warm and welcoming. and yet he was falling for him with startling speed. ©autumn-serenity (formerly autumn-trees)
