Restraint | k.taehyung | Book 1 [One]

Ch. 2

The day was Friday. You couldn't contain any of the energy pulsing through your entire body. What should I do? What should I wear?  You did have an idea about what outfit you wanted to buy, but weren't quite sure of the small details that pulled together the look you were going for. You rolled out of your bed after a night of intense dreams that you couldn't quite remember. You felt light and airy. There was a slight buzz in your head which trickled down to your heart. This newly awoken energy propelled you to the kitchen. You cracked open your fridge and pulled out some potato noodles that you had from the previous night. Your stomach screeched at you as you looked down at your food on the counter. Wow, really? I'm not even hungry.

You huffed loudly and popped the noodles in the small microwave beside you. As your noodles cooked, you envisioned how your next two days would go. Normally you had no trouble imagining exactly what was going to happen - but today was much different. There were large blank spaces of empty time that you'd normally have all figured out. You knew the intense stirring of emotions stemmed from your excitement. You shifted from imagining your timeline to day dreaming about the concert. You had imagined the first song - generally as the boys fly out of the depths of backstage when the loud beeping of the microwave shook you out of your thoughts. You sighed and pulled the container out of the microwave. You slowly swirled the noodles around and gave them a quick shake to cool them down a bit.

"These look better than I thought," you said to yourself as you tried cooling down the noodles.

You proceeded to taste the leftovers and were shocked at how flavorless they seemed. Hmm, I guess I'm not as hungry as I thought. You pondered for a second and realized that there was way too much adrenaline pumping through your veins to be worried about food. Other, more pressing matters had invaded your mind. You ate a few more bites and threw your food back into the fridge.

You had noticed the time and scurried to the bathroom to quickly get ready. You showered and threw on a hipster inspired outfit for the day. You looked at yourself in the mirror and zoned in closely on your figure. You had been working hard on controlling your diet and watching after your health lately. You were pleasantly surprised at the progress you had made on your aesthetic. Something had been driving you to be the person that you wanted to be. Your skin, hair and nails all reflected the light nicely. They were very healthy and vibrant.

You finished putting on your outfit, realizing that the time was ticking faster than normal today. You swiftly ran into your small living room and grabbed your back pack, ready to start the day. You only had one morning class since it was the end of the week, but still had a long day prepared which involved hanging out with Min-Soo. You scurried out of your apartment and headed to the bus station.

Today felt like a hurricane. So many mixed emotions were boiling up inside, mainly anxiety and excitement. You couldn't stop the rushing feeling from taking over your thoughts and actions. You hopped onto the subway and drifted off into thought. You got so swept away in the moment that you nearly left your back pack sitting on the subway as you were getting off. On your way to the coffee shop, you noticed that the trees had finally started to regrow. Some of them even had blossoms on them - which meant spring was officially here. You opened the familiar front door to the shop, ready to have your morning coffee before class. You slowly crept in, noticing it was abnormally quiet. The owner was wiping down the front counter when he noticed you come in.

"____! Come in, make yourself at home. Do you want your usual?" he politely asked you.

"Yes, please," you replied, slightly puzzled as to why it was so quiet, "but where are your grandchildren? Normally they're here."

"Their mom took them to see the cherry blossom spring festival at Jeju University!" jubilantly replied the owner.

You smiled and felt warmth in your heart as you imagined the children playing among the blossoms. The thought stuck with you as you slowly made your way to your typical seat. You cozied in with a comfortable shrug. You set your bag on the table, and went for your phone. It was time to catch up on the latest BTS news. You hopped onto your SNS and viewed all of the excitement surrounding the concert happening tomorrow. Everywhere you looked, you saw comments in all caps about how much the fans couldn't stand waiting for the concert. The boys were so famous that even American outlets were reporting on the entire ordeal. You continued to scroll to through every section, but noticed one in particular that caught your eye. It was the one dedicated to your favorite singer, J-Hope. You read each comment to yourself as you let your body be consumed by the warm feeling. You laughed along with the girls who referred to Hoseok as their husband - feeling the pain of wanting their bias to be theirs and only theirs. You chuckled to yourself, imagining what it was going to be like entering the pit with your best friend. You were going to see every single song played in front of you, live. Would they make eye contact with you? Would they talk to you? Would you be able to go back stage with one of them? Surely every girl wishes this sort of thing. You knew that your chances were very slim, but it was healthy and normal to wish that you could experience something as amazing as that.