𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑✓

-6-

The café was in complete silence. No usual tunes of the piano playing, or the coffee machine whirring. Everything was calm, but that was what people who walked by thought.

Inside the cafe were two males; the silence not being serene to them at the slightest. It was more of an awkward silence than a peaceful one. And it all started when Yoongi entered the café earlier that evening.

Faint giggles were heard around the café as Yoongi entered even after noticing the closed sign put up on the door. It was great that Taehyung had given him the spare key to the place to come and go whenever he pleased.

The male's brows furrowed, trying to figure out the source of the high pitched giggles, before they were followed by a low chuckle from a man Yoongi knew all too well.

"Taehyung?" He called out and that's when he heard the giggles suddenly cease. Then rapid shuffling could be heard from inside - what Yoongi assumed - to be the locker room. He'd been right about Taehyung and the girl doing something in here while he was gone. Thus explaining why the most popular café in town was closed at 5 in the pm.

The shuffling continued before a disheveled looking Taehyung with a crooked collar and an incorrectly buttoned-up shirt rushed out the room followed by a girl who Yoongi recognised as the same who had been the reason why he had to come early that one evening.

"Hyung! I didn't know you were going to come in today! I thought you were at the hospital?" Taehyung spoke a bit too loudly, which clearly meant that he was hiding something. And he was doing a pretty bad job.

"Yeah I was..." Yoongi trailed off as he let his eyes roam the girl's figure. She too had her shirt unneatly tucked and her belt was still undone. The male mentally chuckled, such a slut, he thought.

Yoongi remembered the night before, when he'd been to the underground rap concert that his mother despised. He remembered how this same woman had been sticking to a completely different guy. Kissing him, even. And that was when he knew that Taehyung just had to stop getting attached to women like these.

Taehyung noticed Yoongi's black eyes burning holes in the girl's head and he tried his best to explain the situation. "Uh...she was here t-to learn how to make coffee." He fumbled, but his statement sounded as more of a question as he looked back at the woman hiding behind him. Gesturing her to say something to help him.

Yoongi had still not recalled her name. He'd rather that he even forget her face just like her name.

"I'll get going." She mumbled before clutching her purse tightly to her chest and rushing out the door. All while having a bright crimson colour brushed on her cheeks.

Yoongi didn't ask further, just went to the piano and sat down on the stool. But he didn't play the keys just yet.

Taehyung found that quite weird and decided to break the ice. "How's your mother?" And almost as if he had clicked a switch, he saw the older's expression falling. Didn't go well I see, he thought as he decided to not talk and further instigate the male.

He walked behind the counter, looking around to find something to make himself busy until 9pm of closing time. And that's how the two of them were brought to this horribly awkward situation.

The soft sound of cups and cutlery being placed on marble surfaces could be heard from inside the kitchen, as Yoongi continued to sit on the stool and not play the piano. He felt much more calmer just by sitting near than by playing the instrument. It was sort of like meditation for him.

As for Taehyung, the male made himself busy by continuing to wash the dishes - a chore that his employees should be doing - but the male had decided to give them a day off for working so hard throughout the week.

Finally the silence was broken when Taehyung heard a familiar creak before the melodious sound of the instrument echoed throughout the cafe. The younger smiled once he heard the sound, but that smile later turned into a frown once he realised the piece his friend was playing.

A maloncholy piece; filled with overflowing emotions and pain. And that was when Taehyung knew for sure that the trip at the hospital didn't go all that well for Yoongi.

***

"Hello Jungkook, how are you?" A tall man with copper framed glasses and a beautiful dimpled smile greeted the younger as he walked inside the lecture hall.

"Hi professor Kim. I was here to finish off my work for the art fest." Jungkook spoke, quickly taking a seat in the corner of the room in front of an easel before he picked up a brush and started painting without a delay.

"Oh, and who might you two be?" Professor Kim asked as he looked at Anthea and Hoseok.

"Anything but students. We've gone through our fair share of torturous college." Hoseok joked, coming forward to shake the male's hand.

"That's Anthea and he's Hoseok. They're my friends." Jungkook introduced the two guests, as he continued to add finishing touches to his art.

Professor Kim nodded, letting out an oh before he smiled at the two of us. "I'm Kim Namjoon. And I'm glad that Jungkook made a few friends. Even if they're quite older to him."

And the complains of the younger claiming that he had more friends made the older three laugh.

Anthea, no doubtedly, felt extremely happy being surrounded by lively people. Something that she had avoided for quite a long time.

But now that Hoseok had forced her into coming, she couldn't thank him enough. She looked over at him laughing with Namjoon after realising that the three - including her - were the same age.

The male caught her eyes and raised an eyebrow in question. But Anthea only shook her head in reply.

Oh, how happy she was that her life seemed to be falling into place once again.

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Tbc