Once Yoongi's day was over, he dived right into your poems. There were so many files from throughout the years, it looked like you'd been writing since you were very young. Your thoughts and feelings were profound for your age at all stages. He was marveled at the way you were able to put into words the most abstract and hard to describe feelings, but he knew exactly what you meant.

He binge read as many as he could until it was late at night. Or early in the morning, depending on how you want to look at it. He decided to lay down on his couch and sleep there rather than walk out in the wee hours. He closed his eyes and was out like a light.

Yoongi dreamed of the music he composed driven by all the emotions your writing generated. Only a few hours later, his eyes shot open and he was unable to get back to sleep as he felt the urge to put all that down before he lost the early morning clarity of his memories.

He got working as soon as possible with less than a handful of hours of sleep before he had to put the focus on the band's album. Someone knocked on the door and he realized hours had passed since he had started. Come in - he chirped, he was in such a good mood.

Namjoon opened the door "good morning!" he said with a warm smile "did you spend the night at the studio again?" Yoongi nodded without taking his eyes off the screen. "What are you working on, exactly?" he asked curiously.

"Just some pieces I've read" the older one said and shrugged.

"Oh, can I see?" he walked up to him and Yoongi flinched alarmed. Joon took a step back noticing the reaction and didn't insist. Why was he acting so weird about this? He was not going to disrespect his privacy though. "I'll see you in a bit in my studio, Hobi will come so we can finish those tracks" the older one nodded and the leader walked out.

By the way you had reacted, Yoongi felt like he had to protect this information and when Namjoon got too close, he freaked out. He would have liked to share this as it seemed selfish to keep it to himself. Music needs to be heard as literature has to be read to gain some sort of meaning. But your conditions were clear and he was just grateful he had an opportunity.

This would be perfect to practice on his vocals too, that's the only way he was going to get better at it and he was pleased that he had this material to work with. It definitely motivated him to do his absolute best to do justice to it.

He tweaked a number of different songs all week, adjusting the tunes and the lyrics over and over again until he was satisfied with the outcome. He couldn't wait to show you, but he wanted to do it in person, so he didn't really make use of your phone number.

The day before he knew you'd drop by the coffee shop, he burned a CD with five tracks he thought were ready to share. For the first time in a while he was able to go to the dorms in time to have dinner with the band. They were all happy to see him join them once more and he finally looked more relaxed and content.

He had the best sleep he'd had in weeks too and woke up feeling as refreshed as he could, considering he's perpetually tired. Yoongi headed to the café and ordered his drink before taking a seat by the window.

It's funny how his free time involved more of the same. His break from music was music, that's how he wound down. It's what made him happy and gave him the feeling that everything was right with him and the world. He smiled to himself as he leaned back with his eyes closed, listening to his tracks as usual.

He noticed it was around the time when you came and got up to buy your caramel macchiato for you. It was the least he could do for having given him permission to work with your poems and sharing such a personal part of you, from what he could tell by how you had reacted.

Yoongi made his way back to his table and placed your cup on your usual table as he waited for you patiently. Ever since he had associated you as a person with your words he felt slightly different about you, but he was still not quite sure in which way.

He usually took inspiration from random every day things, but it had been so long since he had felt inspired by an individual. It was the poems, but those were your deepest thoughts and feelings and that was you. He thought of that time he sent a letter to the radio confessing to this girl he had liked.

Yoongi reflected on how these two things connected. They were very different, he was still shy, but this was not middle school anymore and he thought he could do better as he had learned from his mistakes. But what was he thinking? There was no time for that. His life was busy and chaotic enough as is.

It just wouldn't work for him or for anyone else. He wasn't about to neglect someone else's feelings and hurt them knowing how things were. Was he really starting to catch feelings for you though? It had been a while. A long while. At least for anything of this depth.

All these thoughts and feelings were unsettling and woke parts of him that he had only explored when he was an immature teenager. It was interesting, but not something he could necessarily control and brush off, which left him feeling uncomfortable. There was no time for complications.

He didn't notice when you walked in and therefore didn't stop you from getting your coffee. He was immersed in his thoughts and feelings that the music he was listening to had sparked. Yoongi swayed lightly from side to side as he enjoyed himself despite the uneasiness.

His head jerked violently to a side as he felt a sharp sting to his left cheek. He caught himself from falling from his tilted back chair and instinctively jumped back grabbing his bag ready to escape from danger. Unfortunately something he had acquired with the risk of crazed fans out there.

He stared with wide eyes breathing heavily at the person who had inadvertently slapped him full force across the face as he held his neck rubbing the strained muscles. "What the?" he started now with an angry glare and he was cut off.

A magazine was aggressively thrown on the table and Yoongi looked down at it, the front cover was about BTS. Fuck, he thought, for a moment he had forgotten he wasn't just Min Yoongi.

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