n o p o v

Morning turned to day, day turned to night. The stars had slowly began filling up the sky, twinkling rapidly. Not a cloud was in sight. Everything was crisp and clear. A gentle breeze settled over the city, carefully ruffling Min Yoongis hair.

He was currently walking with Hoseok and Namjoon the the large bar. His heart sped up with every step, knowing what was about to go down. And to mention, he felt ridiculously stylish. With his tight black skinny jeans with holes along them and a distressed gray shirt plus a whitish-gray, cool trench coat sorta thing. Min Yoongi couldn't deny that he looked hella good.

A soft beat could be heard by the three boys. The bar was near. And Yoongi couldn't be more nervous.

"Hoseok I'm going to kill you." He said angrily.

Hoseok sent Yoongi a understanding look, "Sorry. I probably shouldn't have told them you were going to be there."

"Yeah. I'm going to puke from my nerves."

"Please don't puke, Jin will literally kill me if he finds out I made you this nervous," Hoseok pleaded.

Yoongi grinned while Namjoon silently chuckled. "Oh. I don't want Jin killing you. I'd do it myself."

"Now now, let's not kill anybody," Namjoon said.

"Mmm whatever," Yoongi grumbled.

The boys chatted as they walked inside the bar. The smell of alcohol and sweat filled their noses, not that they cared. Yoongi had already went to grab a drink knowing that he was going to need it. Namjoon tagged along, and Hoseok went to prepare for the show.

As the the show was about to begin, Jimin and Taehyung walked in. Taehyung was certainly self conscious. He had decided to wear the most shiny thing is closet, making him stand out. He definitely, did not like this.

But hey, at least Jimin was having a good time.

y o o n g i

Breathe.

Just fucking breathe.

Its all I could tell myself. Because staring at a crowd of mostly drunk people was really scary. Most of them probably wouldn't remember me tomorrow, but that doesn't matter.

I shuffled my feet, looking at the different people. But one vibrant boy caught my eye. That vibrant boy was Taehyung.

Taehyung dazzled in the crowd amongst my eyes. He wore a shimmery jacket with a tight black shirt underneath and had on black leather pants. Plus, a black choker. His light brown was styled messily, yet it made me feel all fuzzy on the inside.

Could this feeling please go?

It made me feel like shit.

At least, I thought it was bad. It felt... squishy.

All the sudden, the lights dimmed, but the small stage was lit. I could barely see the crowd, but I could still see the dazzling Taehyung.

But the music started.

I squeezed my eyes shut not wanting to look. I could hear my heartbeat in my head, making a loud, annoying thump. My pulse quickened, my head spun, my eyes watered.

The thumping got louder. Everyone was staring. I could hear voices.

They were everywhere.

Thump

You can't do it.

Thump

You're not good enough.

Thump

You suck.

Thump

End this. All of it.

Thump

Die.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

I couldn't take it. So I ran.

The microphone in my hand made a loud bang against the floor, as I quickly walked off the stage. Namjoon and Hoseok stopped rapping, staring at me as I ran off. Hoseok yelled for me, but I didn't care.

I needed air.

t a e h y u n g

I couldn't stop staring at the small pale boy on the stage. Min Yoongi, Hoseoks friend, and ironically enough, he really looked like that kid from the little market. But probably not, that would only ever happen in a Wattpad story. ( literally )

His jacket practically swallowed him whole, and his hair stuck giving him this messy-hair-i-dont-care look.

He's was beautiful.

And cute.

And just so... cold.

He kept looking in the direction of me. It literally felt like he was drilling holes into me with his eyes. Now, he probably wasn't staring at me, but, for some reason I felt connected.

The lights upon the stage dimmed, as I continued to stare at milky skinned boy.

Something was off.

I watched Yoongi, watching him begin to pick of his breath. His chest was moving up and down at an insane rate. Sweat beads rolled down his face. He fiddled with the microphone, just staring lifelessly.

Is he having a panic attack?

I zoned out thinking about Yoongi, as the music still pulsed through the bar. People all around me were~

BANG!

The microphone dropped.

Yoongi was gone.

n o p o v

Min Yoongi left in such a hurry. His heart raced as he tried to calm his self. He went straight through the emergency exit that was placed behind the small stage. He sat in the cold air, huffing and puffing, watching clouds of his breath surround his face. He thought it was funny. His breath was so molecular to all the air that surrounded him, yet it stuck to it and became apart of it.

If only Yoongi could do that himself.

Fit in with people.

Like the colors on a canvas.

Or the books on a shelf.

Or, ironically, like grapes and strawberries.

Min Yoongi was so lost in thought he hadn't noticed the dazzling boy that stood behind him.

Taehyung slowly crept up to Yoongi, the loose gravel makings crunchy noise. And as he got to him, he gently placed his hand on his shoulder, and said, "Okay?"

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"Okay?" Yep. He's hella awkward.

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