Yoongi's entire company hates the boy in the meadow. He is the reason why our company isn't as big as it can be. But they haven't met him. They don't know how untroubled he is. How at peace his entire life has been. Yoongi simply can't imagine the boy living anywhere else in the world except in his meadow. Yet, his entire company loathes Jimin.

Jimin probably sees Yoongi as the bad guy since he is the one that comes everyday and nonstop asks him to give up the only place he had ever called home. He is instructed to do nothing more but a simple greeting, ask him the question, a simple farewell, and then leave. He is not allowed to do anything else.

The boy is unique in his own way. He is almost always stuck in his own utopia full of happiness, he gives off the aura that he has never felt pain, annoyance, or boredom. He is only a boy. Yet he comes to Yoongi's mind so often. Yoongi may or may not have an obsession.

His image is forever stuck in Yoongi's head, his pink, cotton candy colored hair, his pale skin, and the way his laugh, or more like a giggle, rings through his head. That laugh of his awakens every tired cell in his body. He comes to Yoongi's mind everyday after he wakes up and just wants to go to sleep. When he is asked to do over time, he comes to his head too, and when he is up to his shoulders in stress and things to do Jimin is the only thing that gets him through the day.

The boy simply hypnotizes him. He is full of life, almost as if when the universe created him, it accidentally shoved a billion happy lives into one person and he was the outcome. And to Yoongi, it seemed to be the opposite case for himself. He was always tired, juggling work and getting music gigs along with writing his music.. he barely gets four hours of sleep per night. His dad owns the company besides the meadow and not only is Yoongi forced to work there, but he is expected to own it someday. He doesn't care that Yoongi is set on dedicating his life and soul to music.

Everyday his stubborn father forces him to walk over to the meadow laying aside our building and ask the happy boy there a question everyday. Yoongi isn't really being forced, meeting Jimin is the highlight of his day, but what he is forced to do is nothing more than voice a simple question. Really, Yoongi wants to ask him about his life. He wants to ask about how his entire life he managed to survive in his field without once stepping foot off of it.

So, Yoongi made a promise to himself. He is going to wait until he can get a second stable job. With a second job, Yoongi will be receiving more than enough income to support his apartment and everyday costs. After that happens, he would finally have a chance at talking to the boy without his only money source being jeopardized. Yoongi disliked his father anyway, always just assuming he would take over the family business and causing fights with him. His dad could easily just buy a new, bigger space and have two buildings instead of an expansion. Yet, his father has a burning hatred for the boy who lives in the meadow.

As Yoongi steps out into the sweltering heat in his suit, he almost rips off his suit's jacket before remembering he previously used up all of his dress code warnings. He settles for sweating as he trudges through the tall grass and plants to reach the area where the boy is dancing. At first, Yoongi just stands and watches in awe.

How could someone be so fucking graceful at dancing?

The boy paid no attention to Yoongi and kept dancing until the boy came too close to his face. That's when he opens his eyes and the peaceful look he carried spread into a grin and he lowered his leg to the ground.

"Hello Jimin." Yoongi says. His heart about to burst with how strangely happy he is to see the boy. He reluctantly holds out the piece of paper that read a large number in its hundred thousandths.

Yoongi almost sees a light bulb flick on above Jimin's head as he starts speaking. "Yoongi!" He just wants to hear him say his name over and over again. "I have something for you! Can you wait here? I will be riiiight back." he practically jumps his way to his little wooden hut.

When he returns with a little wooden box, Yoongi becomes depressed knowing he won't be able to accept the gift. His father is probably watching from his big office window. "I made it just for you Hyung!" He carefully takes the lid off of it in curiosity as to what is in the box.

Oh.

Oh.

The little walking ball of happiness reaches into the box and places the pink flower crown on Yoongi's head and starts giggling.

Why is he so girly in a cute way?

Yoongi regretfully takes the fragile crown from off of his head and places it back in the box before handing it over. Jimin's face turns into a pout.

"Why do you always have to be so serious Yoongi? Won't you dance with me?" The boy pleads and it takes every cell in his body not to scream yes.

Instead, Yoongi holds out the piece of paper again to Jimin. He only pushes it away. as he recited, he starts speaking. "If you aren't going to accept the offer, I will be going." He turns around and walks back where he came from.

"Bye Yoongi-Hyung! See you tomorrow!" the boy yells. Out of the corner of Yoongi's eye, the boy looks like he is having a muscle spasm in his arm as he is waving goodbye to Yoongi. He almost lets out a chuckle. Almost because if he let it slip, he would have to endure a lecture from his father.

Yoongi goes up to the 5th floor of the office building where his dad's work space is. He leaves the paper on his desk silently so his father who was still staring out the window wouldn't notice him.

He walks back to his own small office and sits down to work behind his desk. He and his other co-worker have a report due in a couple days and he has been lacking on his part. Yoongi finds himself not being able to concentrate.

Didn't Jin say something along the line of fresh air increases your train of thought? Or some dumb shit like that.

So, he gets up out of his swervy desk chair and cracks the window a bit. Like a magnet, his eyes are drawn to the dancing boy outside.

Jin didn't happen to mention anything about stunning boys that may or may not be an angel that fell from the sky.

If anything, the open window made him even more unfocused. He could hear the boy singing, almost like music to his ears, quiet literally. And his work hours soon end with Yoongi finally being released from under his dad's death stare. He takes the Subway home before walking another couple blocks to his apartment building.

that night, Yoongi writes. He writes lyrics. He has been writing lyrics since he was nearly twelve. Most recently, he hasn't been able to write about anything other than the boy. When he tries, his mind seems to forget the simplest of words. Yoongi since given up on trying to write lyrics about normal things like everyday struggles or love. Although, the boy might fit into the 'love' category.

Yoongi peacefully goes to sleep that night, having all of his troubled thoughts gone away.