ʙᴛꜱ ᴀᴍʙᴡ ᴏɴᴇ-ꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ, ꜱᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ꜱᴛᴏʀɪᴇꜱ | ʙᴛꜱ x ᴏᴄ

The one where he's catching feelings pt.1 (MYG)

🌺 I started to write this as a full length book over a year ago but never got past three chapters. I even made a crappy cover (shown in media). So here it is. Also, this is my first time reading the description since the MOTS: 7 Comeback and it's eerily similar to the concept of Interlude: Shadow. I low-key freaked myself out because I wrote this at the start of 2019.

🌺Description:
"You're always smiling, even in the worst of times."

"Yeah? Well, the brighter the light the darker the shadows..."

It's one thing to make yourself vulnerable to another person through the physical sense. Some might consider it quite easy, to expose your body to someone else, let them take advantage of what they see.

But it's exposure of the soul; tearing down your barriers that mends you with someone else.

He meets her just as he starts to launch his music career. But the hardships will surely come with it, and Yoongi is afraid that no one understands, not even Mya.

An emotional journey about the stigma that comes with success and it's true similarities to happiness. Self-discovery and passion combined in with impending fame is a lethal mix, it seems. But perhaps Mya understands that a bit more than Yoongi initially thought.

Yoongi groans and sinks his head into his hands. The bright, flashy hue of his computer screen beams onto his head of dark, untamed hair. He needed to release, but how could the tension unwind when there's so much on his mind that it seems as though there's nothing at all?

For an hour he's been attempting to get a flow going, scrawling thoughts and words across various sheets and journals. His floor has since been blanketed in a layer of crumpled and torn sheets, eraser shavings and careless pen marks smeared across his desk.

He flexed his strained hand, clutching it in a tight fist before releasing in a weak effort to cure it's stiffness.

His phone buzzes, but not an email, as he'd hoped. With a weighted chest he pulls himself up, wearing his typical poker face. He doesn't bother with his reflection, grabbing his wallet and stuffing his fists into the spacious pockets of his large camouflage jacket.

His watch read 03:10, but he didn't find any reason to care. The young man locked his apartment door and trudged to the 24-hour shop nearby. There he proceeded to pour himself several cups of hot coffee.

He felt itching on his lips, and opted for a lemon flavored lollipop to suck on to quench his habit. His experience with cigarettes was a regrettable one, and lollipops seem to be the only 'healthy' alternative.

Just as he was headed to pay, he noticed a foreign woman stroll in. She wore a casual smile which Yoongi himself found a bit odd. Call him a hypocrite, but not many people are happy to be out in the city this late... or early, if you will. She grabbed a pack of instant noodles and Yoongi didn't get to see what else she chose because he was being asked for his money.

He snaps back, unable to help thinking about the chocolate woman with almond eyes and thick dreads that fell past her shoulders. She had jewelry in her hair, which Yoongi was sure he hadn't seen before.

He returned home, kicking off his converse as he locked it behind him. He sighed drowsily, unwrapping his lollipop and sticking the yellow ball of sugar between his lips.

He lets the taste dance on his tongue, leaning back in his chair and pondering his next song. Yoongi had a habit of pouring his thoughts out onto the paper, but it seems that these last couple of nights haven't been so productive as of lately. How was he to launch a career in music at this rate?