It's easy to look at love and and admire it. You'd dreamt about it your whole life, but nothing could have prepared you for the side effects of it, for the fragility of breaking and for the angst of falling.
Around you, even when you hadn't noticed...
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You knew that you had seen that boy everywhere, but it still seemed as odd to you as it did the first time.
You payed for your coffee, leaving to get to your work.
You had gone to that cafe again, you liked it. It was exactly your aesthetic. Not many people went there either, which was exactly what you needed on a Monday morning. It made it much easier for you to read when the place was quiet.
You had woken up too early that day, you couldn't really sleep. It had always been hard for you to do so, but yesterday had been extra challenging. Maybe your thoughts were too loud, or your energy was always on edge, either way, sleep didn't come naturally to you.
So with tired eyes and a heavy body, you were in desperate need of a strong coffee and some fresh air. You already felt ten times better.
You made your way to the bookstore, still early for you to go. It probably hadn't opened yet anyway.
You stopped in the middle of the street, watching two boys blasting their music through their speakers in the city center.
To none of your surprise, it was that boy again. The boy whose name you didn't know and recodnised by his wild hair colour.
Jimin knew that he had seen you somewhere, but he couldn't put his finger on it. He never thought he would be seeing the same girl twice and forget who she was. If he knew her, he would have remembered.
He approached Jungkook with the coffee in his hand, there was a bit of a chill in the air. They talked back and forward as they prepared for their routine.
“So, should we start now?” Jungkook asked, throwing his paper cup in the trash can next to him. Jimin followed.
He wasn't sure that that was a good idea.
“Are you sure it's the right time Jungkook?” He shook his head, moving forward to fix the cables for the stereo.
“Okay, I will give you five minutes” He smiled to Jimin.
The younger boy definetely owned the controlling trait which was good sometimes, someone in that group needed to keep hold of things. Except for Jin, he would go crazy if he had to do everything by himslef, since Namjoon had alot of work to do most of the time.
Jungkook called Jimin towards him, finishing his warm ups and rubbing his hand together lightly.
They took place in the middle, dancing to the rythm of the song they had chosen to do.
The music started to play loudly, the song was definetely innapropriate, but the choreo was made to fit down to the last beat.
It was a song called 'Own it'. Jungkook would never be allowed to choose one without Jimin's permission again, because things like that happened. He would be surprised if they weren't banned from dancing on the street.
You watched both of the skinny boys as they moved in sync. They were almost like robots, their footseps hitting the hard ground at the exact same time.
It was a great thing to watch.
You had never seen anything like them before, they had a very dynamic and unique style of dancing.
The brunette and the pink haired boys both finished it off with an impecable twist.
Everyone clapped loudly, including you, many of you stepping forward to throw some change in the hat that was placed infront of them.
They deserved that tip.
They both smiled widely, bowing to the people infront as a thankyou to them.
The past images had stayed in your mind, you were wishing you had a talent like that to show to the world.
Photography was not like that, it was many times an underestimated form of art. It was really hard for people to understand it. You didn't care though, to you, it was one of the most beautiful things out there.
You remembered something, checking your phone for the time.
You had gotten too carried away by their dancing that you were almost late for your shift.
You threw them one last glance before breaking into a jog and making your way towards the corner shop at the end of the street.
Changho might have been chill, but he hated it when you were late. He would probably shout at you if he was there, you just hoped that he wasn't.
The music faded away, you were hoping you could see that again sometime.
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I don't know how I feel about this, is the story boring? I am sorry if it is, only for the start.
