Music is My Lover

Chapter 4: The Writer

Once Yoongi was done for the day, he decided to stay a little longer to try to go through your hard drive. It didn't take long to access and recover all of your files as it seemed to not have been damaged in the accident.

He opened a few folders and opened random files with different extensions to check they were not broken. Finding your music, he scanned the list of songs and chuckled, you had an interesting taste. He nodded approvingly as he played a couple and verified they were ok.

He moved onto some text files and ended coming across some interesting written pieces. They seemed to be poems, now he understood why you thought that of his lyrics. Yours were much more complex and profound though and he found himself reading more than he needed to.

He felt the heat rise to his face when he realized he was abusing your trust in him and quickly closed the window. Finally he went through some images and started transferring everything into the external disk. As the completion bar progressed, he saw as photos started flashing on the screen one after another.

Yoongi looked attentively as your life passed through his eyes and couldn't look away. Pictures with friends, pets, family, from school, from your childhood, landscapes, flowers, little special moments. Always beaming for the camera. He smiled to himself at the sight of your beautiful smile. It reminded him of that same energy Hobi radiated, it was contagious.

As if his thoughts had summoned him, he knocked on the door of the Genius Lab and made his way in instantly barely giving Yoongi any time to turn his chair around. Hobi was about to speak when he caught a glimpse of the screen and he looked back at him suspiciously.

"I don't mean to be all in your business, but who is that?" he said pointing at the computer. Yoongi quickly turned around with a poker face to turn off the screen "I'm not judging, she's got a nice bikini body" Hobi said raising his arms defensively.

Wait, what? Was there a picture of that in there somewhere? He blushed furiously and closed his eyes for a minute, his lips pursed as he pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath. Great timing, he thought annoyed. Hobi chuckled but knew better than to insist.

"I just wanted to know if you were ready to leave, I'm the last one here and I'm heading to the dorms now" he said and Yoongi nodded and asked for a few minutes so the transfer could finish. Hobi sat on his couch and looked around, his lips pressed together.

He finally unplugged everything and put it in his bag after turning off his desktop and threw his bag over his shoulder "okay, let's go" he said and Hobi looked up from his phone and stood up immediately. The ride back to the apartment was quiet, the silence was comfortable, but Yoongi was deep in thought the whole time and barely said anything.

Yoongi tossed and turned in his bed as he thought about some of the poems he had read, they would make some really nice lyrics. He didn't know how to bring it up without sounding like a nosy creep. Maybe if he brought up his writing, you'd talk about what you wrote, he analyzed his options carefully. He resolved he would have to try that.

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The next day you were walking down the street when a poster caught your eye, you did a double take as you looked at the model for Fila up a down. This couldn't be Yoongi, could it? You gawked at the ad in shock, the cute shy guy all in your face? Seriously? You laughed amused and the people walking past you quickly glanced at you for a second giving you weird looks.

You distanced yourself from the bus stop and took a quick picture before walking away looking down at your phone giggling. This was an interesting turn of events, this was the last thing you would have guessed his job was.

Walking in the café, you looked around and met eyes with Yoongi. You waved at him giggling uncontrollably and he raised an eyebrow looking at you puzzled as he waved his hand slowly. What is up with you today? He wondered.

You walked up to your table and sat down smiling widely, Yoongi was starting to feel uncomfortable. This fixed smile looked more like a deranged serial killer's than your usual sweet smile. He looked down at his coffee and took a long sip.

"So, I finally found out what you do for a living" he was expecting this, it was gonna happen eventually. He glanced back at you curiously. "Who would have guessed that you were a model?" Yoongi's eyes widened as he choked on his coffee.

He pressed a napkin to his mouth as he turned away and coughed trying to breath and not laugh simultaneously. "You are going to tell me this is not you?" you put up your phone for him to see as he turned back to you "do you have a twin or something?" you joked.

"No, that is me, but I'm not" he said and chuckled amused at your conclusion, how oblivious could you be.

You narrowed your eyes "you're a model, but you are not?" you questioned him in confusion. He pursed his lips trying not to laugh as he nodded. "How is it then?" you asked waiting for an explanation.

"I write music" he took this chance to maybe bring up the poems he had read.

"Music?" you thought for a second, you weren't sure how to connect both.

"That was a side thing" he offered trying to brush off the Fila ad.

"Oh, I see. Well, it looks very professional" you complimented him and chuckled putting your phone away. "What you were writing the other day, were they lyrics then?" you asked curiously.

He nodded smiling satisfied that that was enough for you to stop asking questions. He wasn't really ready for you to find out who he was, it's not that he cared because of him, but because of you. Would you treat him differently if he was not some random guy?

Plus it was pretty entertaining to see how this unfolded, he wasn't going to tell you. What was the harm in letting you find out by yourself, he wasn't lying to you.

"I didn't mean to look at your work without your permission, it was an accident, I should clarify" you said and blushed for probably the first time, Yoongi thought.

"It's okay, don't worry" he offered a small smile. It didn't look like you were going to share your own experience writing, so he moved on. "I have your disks here, I was able to get everything back without any issues, I believe" he said as he pulled out your things from his bag. "Let me know if I missed anything" you took them from his hands excited.

"Oh my, really? Thank you very much!" you squealed and he looked up at you as you bounced off your seat. "Can I invite you out to lunch one of these days?" you asked eager to pay him back for the huge favor he'd done. You were ready to give up on all your stuff. Yoongi looked at you with wide eyes, wasn't that a little too much? He furrowed his eyebrows taken aback.

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