Try-Hard, Sin Harder

14. Melodies and Memories

Taehyung was gone when I awoke. 

 I don't remember much of what happened after he brought me to his apartment. All I know is that at some point the two of us had fallen asleep on the fold-up mattress together, and the linger of his warmth remained at my back as I shifted from under the blanket and pulled myself on to my feet. As I quietly began searching through the apartment, I found myself completely alone. Even Lexie was gone. Stepping into the kitchen, I found a hastily scribbled note taped to the fridge. 

Keira, 

Sorry that I left without saying anything, I didn't want to wake you so early.

The key to Yoongi's apartment is on the stove, next to the kettle. You'll need it to get in.

Don't bother knocking, he's expecting you and won't wake up, anyways. 

My key is attached to the same chain, so make sure you lock the door. Stay safe, 

- Taehyungie. 

​​​​​P.S: I brought Lexie with me, so don't worry about her.

 I rubbed my eyes; man, I was exhausted. I didn't even remember how late it was when we returned to the apartment, but I guessed it couldn't have been more than a few hours before I woke up. Sighing, I reached for the silver keys on the stove, and made my way out of the kitchen. I quickly removed my sweatshirt from Taehyung's closet, and threw it over my head as I slipped into my sneakers. Too tired to even glance at the mirror, I stepped out the door and locked it behind me. I yawned for what could have been the thousandth time that morning, silently hoping that Yoongi would let me take a nap at some point that day. 

 Essaying to make as little noise as possible, I slid they key to Yoongi's apartment across the hall through the lock, and stepped inside the door. A blast of warm, stale air struck me like I had hit a brick wall, pooling out of the doorway in almost visible waves. It didn't have a particular odor, but that didn't make it any less pleasant to breathe in. The air coiled in my lungs, spreading as it expanded to disperse the fresh breaths I had drawn earlier. Fighting against the choking in my chest, I closed the front door, and plodded deeper into Yoongi's apartment. I tugged at the collar of my sweatshirt, and reached to open the window above the kitchen sink. Seriously, did he not know how crack open a window every once in a while? Muttering under my breath, I did the same to the balcony door. As I locked the glass door in place, I heard a low rumble resonate throughout the apartment. After a few moments, it sounded again. And again. 

 Stepping on my toes, I crept across the hardwood floor, tentatively searching for the location of the sound. I froze in front of a closed door as the rumble sounded on the other side. Tentatively, I turned the handle, and opened it; revealing a spacious bedroom hidden in shadows by curtains cloaking the only window. Beneath the window, a desk with papers both blank and scribbled upon lay strewn across its surface. Shelving lined three out of the four walls; framed photos and trinkets resting on top. Off in the far corner, an immense and well-kept bed stood with various blankets draped around it. An intricate, hand crafted wooden frame supported the plush matress and mound of what seemed to be pillows stacked on top of each other. Upon closer inspection, I discovered it was not a mound of pillows, but a person. 

 Min Yoongi sleeping soundly, cocooned up in his blankets, with an arm tucked under his pillow. The sounds I had heard earlier were him snoring.

 It was baffling, he was like a completely different person when he was sleeping. He seemed younger, more relaxed and innocent. Soft wisps of blonde hair were tousled against his forehead, his smooth skin pale with a pinkish hue. If snow white were a male, this would be him. I smiled. Yoongi White and the Six Dorks.