You'll always walk alone. (A BTS AU)

Ch.1: The start of something heartbreaking.

JIMINS POINT OF VIEW: Where it all began

"I'll have a green milk tea please." I say to the barista at the new tea place that had just opened around the corner from my apartment. "Would you like bubbles in your tea?" he asks in a not-so customer friendly tone. I was about to wrap up my order when I notice someone sitting at the table for one, by the back window. They were so...indescribable. Their beautifully faded minty green head of hair. Their small rose blushed lips. Their..."SIR!?" I turn to the barista as i gradually turned bright red. "No..no thank you. That'll be all." I say as I hand him a twenty and quickly make my way closer to this beautiful human before bothering to collect my change. I wanted to get a closer look, I wanted to admire this outstanding human. I needed to see if they were even real.

 I sit 2 tables to the right of this person, looking at them every 21 and a half seconds. I couldn't blow my cover. They were slouching, face down looking at some sort of paper. Their mint hair swaying over their eyes as they read the words in front. How can one person look so stunning just by reading a paper? I soon realize that they are  sitting by the napkins, and make my way discretely to the table as I try to get a look at the paper that was now out of hand, resting on the table as they put their head down in their arms, possibly out of frustration.

 I take the opportunity to sneak a look on the table, only to see it was an eviction notice they had been re-reading for the past 5 minuets. I ran back to my seat before I was seen and continued to check at this person, now every 15 seconds. They didn't move for quite a while, and then took out their phone and dialed a number. I decided to get a grip and mind my business so they could make a phone call, but before I could even have another thought, they slammed their phone down to the table and started to cry silently. Their phone bouncing off and sliding to my feet. I picked it up and looked at the screen. It was out of service, and now shattered. I brought it over to them and they looked at me questionably before realizing that their phone had even left the table. Tears in their eyes, they mumbled out a "thank you." Through the voice crack and the almost- hard to understand words, it was one of the sweetest voices I have ever heard.

Half startled, I managed a "No problem" out of my lips. I started back to my watching ground. This poor person has just lost their home, just broke their phone screen, lost service, and is sitting in the back of a tea place on the verge of breakdown, while everyone else is going on about their lives. I turned back midway to my seat and pulled a chair over to their table. They looked at me again questionably, but also with what looked like appreciation. They stayed silent. 

"Hey. I'm Park Jimin. What's your name?" I say, trying to ignore the fact that I was shaking furiously.  They  looked up at me in shock, as if they hadn't realized I was talking right away. "I...Min Yoongi." He replies. I try to keep myself together for his sake. "How's your phone?" He chuckles as he looks at it. "Broken" he says, still a bit flustered.  Half tempted to ask what has been going on, I try my best to keep his mind off of it. He hadn't purchased anything as far as I knew. 

"You thirsty?" I ask him. He immediately shakes his head no, not even giving himself enough time to think if he really was. "What do you drink?" I ask, ignoring his deny. "I'm okay, really." I get up and ask the barista if they know what he usually orders. To my surprise, it was a green milk tea. (No bubbles) I order his drink and walk back to him. I wonder what stories lay beneath his tears.