Fractured Time [ Yoongi • ff ]

Monday - 1

• Monday •

To anyone else, this Monday would be the first.

I looked at strangers passing me down the street as I made my way to the convenience store.

I think I forgot to notice how the sun parted between the trees casting living shadows across my line of path.

It's nice to relive a day. You notice so much more.

I find it somewhat relaxing watching someone live a part of their lives that they don't realise they've lived before.

There he was.

Sitting in the same chair.
His feet dangling below the open table.
Pushing his head up with one arm as if he was sleeping.

I crossed the busy road.

Everything was a blur apart from him.

Partly catching my gaze in a car window as I crossed the street, I made it to the other side.

He hadn't looked up once since I'd began watching him.

This was the time to suck up the courage to interact.

• • •

Sitting down in the stall one away from him, my heartbeat increased with nerves.

Without moving my head, my eyes follow his pen tap continuously on the wood.

"Am I bothering you?"

A voice came from the guy sitting one away from me.

Is he talking to me?

His voice was clear and low.

His face was no longer being squished by his arm holding up his head, it was looking over at me in my direction.

I stumble on my words.

"N-no. Sorry."

It took me off guard. I was meant to be the first one to initiate the conversation and now it's shortly ended because he asked such an abrupt question.

He continued to look at me.

Then he sighed and continued to tap his pen.

"Is 'that' bothering 'you' ?" I emphasise, gesturing my head over to his papers.

"Sort of." He replied shortly.

Now it was my turn to sigh.

I guess he isn't much for conversation.

Maybe I should just go back to admiring him from afar.

Maybe I should go back to looking at him from the crowd.

"What is it?" I ask out of pure curiosity before adding "if you don't mind me asking."

I smiled nervously.

"It's music sheets with nothing on them. So they are just sheets." He said with annoyance in his voice as his pen continued to tap, changing its rhythm every so often.

"You write music?"

"I try." He looked at me again.

"Sorry for disturbing you."

"You didn't."

He smiled slightly.

My phone pings.

Alarm-  Monday 8:56 am

I have to go.

"Good luck with your music writing." I say as I stand and lightly bow to be polite.

His pen stopped tapping and he looked up.

"Thank you."

• • •

And then I was late to class.

• • •

A/n~
Yay they finally talk!
I read fan fictions that are so good and they always interact so quickly, so I'm sorry if it annoys you that it's kinda slow.
Also- something to add to the atmosphere of the story is if you listen to piano versions of bts songs.
It really adds to the story <3

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