Jimin waited down in the lobby, sitting on one of the leather couches and thinking of the many questions he can ask any random celebrities. Jimin still had yet to know what celebrity to interview. There was so many popular celebrities, he only could choose one. The man sat silently, reading over one question to ask. "Where is the most relaxing place you go to take a break from all the stress?" Jimin read over in his head as he let out a sigh, gazing around the room before looking back at his notepad.

         "Hi, my name is Park Jimin. Hi, thank you for the vase, it was really beautifu- ugh of course it was beautiful, it's the same exact replica of my old vase he made me drop!" Jimin told himself. Being sure he thought this and not try to speak out and make others look at him like he was insane. "Ugh... This is making me feel anxious, I barely held a conversation with him yesterday! There's no way I can keep it going with him just standing there and giving me a look.... That look was scary yet intriguing. It seemed as if he hated the fact that I didn't help him sooner, and when I did... He just looked at me... Already bleeding by his hands and still offering me the broken pieces! Ah, so embarrassing..." Jimin whispered to himself. He enjoyed looking back at the young boy but then despised the way everyone gazed at him. Whispering words about the younger who had blood dripping from his hands.

          'Freak' 'weirdo' 'insane' was the words Jimin heard around him that were pointed towards the younger who tried to help Jimin pick up the broken pieces of the glass. Even if there was no point in trying to fix a broken glass on the vase. Jimin started to realize that maybe after all of this pressure the boy recieved, he couldn't stop picking up the pieces and run off in embarrassment... This was something he had to take in. "No wonder he was so slient..." Jimin thought to himself. The boy was embarrassed just like Jimin during it all.

         Jimin layed back in the couch and let out an exhale. "Is he ever going to show up?" Jimin asked himself. Already growing tired of waiting so he decided to work on the questions to ask a celebrity. Jimin continued writing, occasionally gazing up to see no one as close as the boy walk down from the steps or the halls. Jimin now figured that maybe he must have lived on the second floor since after he ran off from the embarrassing moment in the lobby yesterday, he dashed upstairs, cupping his wounded hands to his chest and that was the last time Jimin saw the young man.

            Jimin soon finished writing down the questions. Not bothering to read them over as he took out his recorder. Using his time wisely to make another log since no one was in the lobby at the moment now.

          "Log number three, District, Busan. The sun is up and far from setting... I've been glued down in one spot in hopes of finding the cloud again. His unusual characteristics.... They all have meaning. The unreadable expressions on his dark yet blank spaced eyes that only gleamed in confusion or even fear. I say fear like it's something he felt... Yet there's always different types of fear, fear of losing someone you love, fear of ruining things and messing up again, fear of others shunning you, or even fear of what you are seen as by others. This cloud was no different than others when it came to fear. He wasn't flawless nor perfect in his actions... His appearance may say he was beautiful and unique but his actions was just like the rest of the clouds in the sky... But it was tough to fit in as a shape like him."

          Jimin then stopped the recording and cleared his throat to resume after. "A shape like him.. Some points jagged while others are bent. He felt embarrassed... Shy... Afraid. Many eyes were on him and he suddenly wasn't thinking when he acted. Not making a sound or a peep. Could this be that the cloud alone prefers to float on his own? Far from other clouds that tend to mock his shape? However.... How will I know? He's too far I can't reach him.. No matter how much I wait for him to come to me, he only seems to seperate himself from all other clouds without even realizing what he is missing out on." Jimin concluded his log and looked up, again... The boy was still not there.

         "He must be extremely embarrassed... I would be too! But I know I can handle a few comments and stares... Maybe, because they were targetted towards him, I only felt the slightest embarrassment." Jimin thought and scoffed afterwards. "Why did I choose to do this? If I go back to the apartment room, Taehyung would sit there and have that huge smile in his face, fixing his glasses and making such a cute yet weird noise as he puckers his lips and closes his eyes. Saying 'Told you so' repeatedly in many annoying sounds in his voice." Jimin then closed his eyes against the couch and soon falling into a short nap when he recalled the beautiful man's voice that sang to him from up the steps before Hoseok interrupted.
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            Taehyung gazed at the clock, it was towards the afternoon and knew deep down that Jimin would be all alone in the lobby. "Ugh and this precious and cute little idiot didn't even eat today!" Taehyung bickered like a worried Mother over his best friend. Taehyung stood up, making sure he wore his house shoes before going down to the lobby. Taehyung took off his glasses and set them down by the laptop, nearly finishing up with the final draft of Jimin's work so the two can be payed respectfully.

              The worried friend walked out of the apartment room, rushing down the steps to see that Jimin was asleep in the lobby from waiting too long. "My poor Jimin.." Taehyung laughed to himself. Deep down he wanted to wake Jimin up and tease him, constantly telling Jimin he told him so but he knew that Jimin wouldn't be quite himself when it comes to his realization that he wasted his time sleeping away while he should have kept his eyes open to look for the boy. Jimin would be destroyed.

          Taehyung walked over to Jimin and quickly picked him up from the couch, placing the older's arm around Taehyung's shoulder to hold Jimin up right. Jimin slightly opened his eyes to let out a growl from fustration. Even he knew he messed up his chances to meet the mysterious young man. Jimin was just too sleepy now, it was like he couldn't sleep calmly without hearing the voice he slowly got addicted to.

           "W-Wait... I-I need to wait here..." Jimin whispered but Taehyung only kept walking. Not allowing Jimin to stay in the lobby. Waiting for no one.

           "You talk like you're drunk but you're just groggy aren't you? The couch must be uncomfortable, that's why you didn't sleep well." Taehyung added as Jimin yawned and still walked alongside Taehyung. Still growing slightly tough on himself for wasting such a great day off from writing and typing. It was all gone now.  Taehyung carried Jimin's notepad and recorder along the way as they reached the apartment room. Jimin walked in sleepily and dropped onto his bed. He was suddenly sleepy for some odd reason. It was like everytime he desired to sleep, it was a must to listen to the beautiful voice.

           Jimin layed in bed that night upset he wasted his valuable time in the lobby doing nothing but taking the most uncomfortable nap through it all. Jimin sighed in bed, closing his eyes shut, not wanting to do much now because he only felt the need to sleep but without the singing voice to help him sleep, how could he? It was starting to become an addiction now.

         While Jimin was laying in bed, upset and trying his best to at least sleep without the anonymous melody coming from a voice of a man through the vents, Taehyung brought in two bags of hot soybean soup, warm rice in seperate containers, kimchi and tea sealed in a bottle along with it. "Come on Jimin, eat something." Taehyung added. "I hate it when you get like this. You wasted more time trying to sleep than waiting for that weird kid!"

         "I wasted the whole day... Waiting in the lobby and trying to sleep! Ah, it's not a good day for me..." Jimin whispered to himself as he sat up to accept the bag of take out food Taehyung bought him.

          Jimin opened the container of soy bean soup, setting the container of rice to the side so he can eat from both as Taehyung was eating with Jimin on the bed. Only later on that night, Taehyung cleaned up and discarded the empty containers of food, returning to the room afterwards as Jimin tossed and turned on the bed trying to sleep.

           "Jimin... Do you.. Want me to sleep with you?" Taehyung asked as Jimin was silent. Trying to make himself sleep alone without the voice but he kept thinking about it. Preventing him from sleeping until he heard it.

           "No... I'm fine..." Jimin replied. It was moments like these Jimin really lacked sleep and only grew stressed now. Wasting his day on nothing. Jimin was mostly the type of person who longed to have something on his plate to work on, but just doing nothing and wasting time drove him insane.

              Taehyung sighed and rolled his eyes, walking to Jimin's bed, turning off the lamp and sitting next to the older. "Move over. I'm going to help you sleep whether you like it or not." Taehyung stated. He just hated to see his friend like this. Not being able to sleep from the thoughts of work and wasting time everyday. It was stupid to Taehyung but he had to understand this was how Jimin was when it came to wasting time. He absolutely despised it.

            Taehyung then started to slowly move Jimin in his arms when, he heard footsteps from above the third floor again and a voice call out to Jimin to serenade him like every night. This made Taehyung realize that Jimin must be communicating with someone beyond the grave now.

         "No limit in the sky that I won't fly for ya... No amount of tears in my eyes that I won't cry for ya... Oh no. With every breath that I take I want you to share that air with me..
          There's no promise that I won't keep I'll climb a mountain there's none too steep.
           When it comes to you... There's no crime~
            Let's take both of our souls and intertwine...when it comes to you, don't be blind.
            Watch me speak from my heart when it comes to you... Comes to you..~"