orbit . m.yg + j.jk《completed》

1// The Little Copper Bell

[a/n: Heyyyyyy this is my first fanfic so please don't judge my writing and I hope you enjoy. I will try my best with frequent updates and chapters so pls follow xo]

Yoongi focus

"Bye mom!" He shouted up the dark staircase as the chilly November morning air pinched his nose and cheeks causing them to flush from a snowy pale to fluorescent pink. His clunky snow boots led him over the frosty grass of his small front garden as he made his way to the nearby bus stop. Finally after 15 minutes a creaky green bus rolled up to the stop and came to a halt with a piercing squeak. Yoongi stepped on without noticing the mass amount of snow and dirt he was trekking around the dusty floor. Snobby businessmen and women glared and sneered sharply at him in disgust but he paid no mind, and internally rolled his eyes.

He just wanted to get work over and done with

Scenes of valleys blanketed in fluffy powder rolled past his drowsy eyes though the bus was moving so fast that it morphed into a huge blur. All the passengers jolted as the wheels screeched against the gravel and the doors swung open. Around 10 people got off the bus as well as Yoongi making their way about the bustling city of Seoul. The little copper bell chimed as the coffee shop door steadily opened.

"Yoongi!" A slender figure called out from behind the register. "You seem blue today. Everything ok?"

"I'm ok Namjoon just more tired than usual this morning"

"Ah" Namjoon breathed knowingly a white cloud escaping his lips. "Anyways you're on cookie duty today. Grab your apron and get going we're busy this morning."

The boy let out a low jaded sigh and pushed his way through the kitchen door. He hung his jacket on the cold metal hook. His hands exposed to the bitter air sent a mild chill down his neck and spine. The basic cream apron was tied into a knot around his slim waist. Immediately he got to work, rolling and shaping dough into perfect circles. He was fussy about small details like this. The plastic gloves rustled quietly as his busy hands worked away.

Eight tedious hours passed, closing time for the café finally came around and Yoongi exhaled with relief and desire. Its not that he hated his job because it was actually rather decent for how he was getting paid, he just preferred the comfort of his snug house and warm bed of course.

His icy boots stumbled unenthusiastically into the narrow dimly lit corridor of his house. An exhausted and flustered, boy slumped his way up the steep wooden staircase and flopped onto his, now sunken, mattress. His eyes were heavy with sleep and soon enough he dozed off into deep slumber. His muffled snoring continued as his face was submerged in the cloud like pillow.

[a/n: Ahhhh I'm cringing so hard at my writing. Pls vote and comment if u like it so far and some plot ideas so i can write things you actually want to read lmao byeeeee xo]