There she was. In her usual corner, sipping a steaming cup of caramel macchiato. Typing away on her laptop, her glasses fixed up her nose. Why couldn't I just go talk to her? What was I afraid of? Was I afraid of spilling my drink over her perfect, white shirt? Was I afraid I'll stutter? Was I afraid that I might embarrass myself in front of her? Whatever it was, something kept me from speaking to the gorgeous girl always by herself, drinking her macchiato.
Then, one day, the unexpected happened. I was staring down at the floor when a pair of red Converses walked up to me. I met the girl's sparkling (e/c) eyes, and they reminded me of the stars and moon, sparkling brightly amongst the darkness. A small, delicate voice spoke to me.
"H-hello. I'm (y/n). I noticed that you've been coming here a lot, so I thought I'd just come over here to say hi. I hope I'm not bothering you!" She bowed respectfully. Even her voice was attractive.
"Hi. Nice to meet you. I'm Kim Namjoon. And no, you're fine. I was getting a bit lonely, in fact. I'm glad you decided to come speak to me." I smiled sweetly at her and turned back to the cup of pure black coffee in my hand. Usually, I would have a very precise order, but today, I just felt like drinking a drink Yoongi hyung recommended for me. It was really bitter, and I could barely swallow it.
"M-may I sit d-down?" She asked in that cute little voice of hers.
"Sure." I fidgeted a bit in my stool and hoped she won't notice. A tiny giggle erupted from her mouth, and she blushed a deep shade of pink, setting her laptop down and taking a seat on the stool next to mine. "So... Why do you always have your laptop with you?" Hoping I didn't ask the wrong question, I gulped.
"This thing?" She asked, pointing to the silver top of the laptop, which happened to have Gryffindor and Ryan stickers on it. "I like writing. Songs, to be precise. I can make the melody, but the lyrics aren't really my style. I just need inspiration, I guess." She shrugged and smiled slightly.
"You like Harry Potter?" I questioned, before realizing what she said. "You compose songs? That's cool. C-can I see?"
She nodded and handed me her laptop, and I accidentally spilled my drink after I looked at the incomplete songs.
"Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" I quickly handed her some napkins while helping her clean up.
Laughing, she shook her head. "I'm alright."
I was surprised at how she didn't get mad at me. "U-um, nice songs, by the way. I'd love to help you finish them if you don't mind...." I suggested sheepishly, and she clapped her hands together.
"Really?" The childish sparkle in her eyes really made me fall for her more...
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"What do you mean you can't come home today? That's what you've been saying for the past few weeks, Joonie. Wha- I know that work is important. I'm just saying- No! That's not what I mean! Ugh! You know what, never mind." She hung up. Just like that, she left me both confused and feeling guilty. But I couldn't do anything about it. The boys were working very hard, and as their leader, I had to as well. As much as I missed her warm hugs and kisses, I needed the money I got from this. For her. For me. For us. For our family.
"(y/n)'s mad again?" Jin hyung came in my studio, gently massaging my shoulders.
"I don't get why though!" I fumed, looking up at the eldest of our group.
"Well... If I remember correctly, Mr. IQ 148, today is the day that you two have been together for 365 days." He stopped massaging me. "Did you really forget?"
I froze at his words. Shit. How did I forget that? I ran a nervous hand through my hair, standing up abruptly, knocking the chair down. A wave of worry and sadness overwhelmed me. I imagined (y/n) sitting all by herself in our apartment, perhaps even crying. The thought made me run out of the building and straight to my car. I kept driving, going well over the limit and ignoring red lights. Right now, I needed to get home. To (y/n), my little flower.
"Wait for me. I'm coming, (y/n)." I mumbled under my breath as I turned a sharp corner and approached our cozy apartment. I saw it then, the thin outline of a tall building half-hidden by the fog. A smile crept up my face as I edged closer and closer. Hold on, (y/n). Just wait a bit more.
Beep! The horn. Everything that happened after it was a blur. All I remember is a crash and pain. Lots of pain.
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(Y/N)'s POV
It's been 365 days since I last saw him. Since I last held him. I still remember sitting next to him in the cold hospital room 24/7, refusing to leave until the doctors gave up on me.
For 365 days, Bangtan has suffered without their leader.
For 365 days, I haven't forgotten him once.
For 365 days, I've been going back to that cafe where I first met him.
For 365 days, the sweetness from my caramel macchiato had no effect on me.
For 365 days, I've sat alone in the same corner, typing away on my laptop.
For 365 days, all I wrote was music.
During those 365 days, I have completed all 365 pieces of my music. And I guess I can thank him for where I am right now. I took his place as the leader of Bangtan, getting criticized countless times, but I did this for Namjoon. Only him. My songs are now the ones playing on the radio. My songs are the ones the boys dance to. And my songs are the ones dedicated to him.
And after 365 days, I finally tasted the caramel in my macchiato.
