Sunshine // 햇빛 // Yoongi x Hoseok

vi. familiar // 익숙한

[hoseok's pov; the "vante" bar; monday]

i'm above the clouds, breathing in the cold air. but the air isn't painful like down there. it doesn't sting every time my chest rises. it's refreshing.

that's what that song, playing at this bar right now, makes me feel. calmness, and detachment from this reality; a reality that's here to make the stinging in my chest stronger.

i slowly walk through the wooden floor to my favorite seat in the corner, and keep my attention stuck on that man by the piano.

he's on the shorter side, with bleached blonde hair, a white button-up shirt and a dark chocolate colored apron. he's an employee.

his hands peacefully slipped against the keys, earning attention from what seems to be not only me.

"hey, bro, you're amazing at this" a tall guy said, approaching the pianist from the side.

once the pianist turned to him, i noticed something familiar.

haven't i seen him before?

the guy's bleached hair was probably just as soft as his milky skin, not to mention his pretty lips, turning into a flat smile while his cat-like eyes looked at the man who complimented him.

those eyes... i've seen them before.

"ah, thank you" the small guy said calmly, just enough for me to hear, as he bowed slightly, closing the fall board of the piano, and making the keys disappear from sight.

the tall guy watched him walk away and sighed, walking back to his seat. then it hit me.

is he the coat guy?

i turned my eyes to the table, as i tried to remember the figure from friday night.

"he sat close to the bar" i thought to myself, shifting my gaze to the seat where the coat guy sat that night.

i scratched my chin, taking my white notebook from my bag, with a black pen attached to it.

i quickly opened the notebook and started thinking through writing.

"bleached hair? check. cat-like eyes? check" i mumbled to myself, composing a list of characteristics until i stopped my pen.

but this guy is without glasses, and he's an employee here. the guy from that night was just a customer.

and how would i know if it's really him? all i saw was a guy with the same hair, but glasses and a laptop hiding his face.

"maybe i'm just assuming wrong.." i sighed out, closing my notes and putting them to the side of the marble table.

"just think it over, hoseok-ah. it's not worth to assume something that might be completely wrong" i said internally, blinking twice and taking off my bucket hat. as i sighed, i heard a person's, who's probably a waiter, footsteps get near my seat.

time for lunch, i guess.

[yoongi's pov; the "vante" bar; monday]

it felt so prolonged. as if my being waited for a chance to touch the piano again. it's a bittersweet feeling but in a more positive way.

i came back to my spot behind the counter and saw taehyung and jungkook talking.

they looked awfully comfortable, even if it was the first day they actually met.

i was right after all. they fit together. but there's a weird aura i feel... as if they shouldn't be that close yet.