Sh*t Happens But Now Were Heremake Some Motherf*cking Noise

“sh*t happens but now we’re here“ “make some motherf*cking noise“

— namjoon, ptd 211128 

OMG thank you so so so mUCHHHH!! It did feel like a dream while I was writing it hehe :>>

"Can I join you?"

“Can I join you?”

Getting off from work, my trinket little shop is a stark contrast from the hustle of Malta’s night streets. The usually hot country now has a nice cool breeze that freshens up my limbs, relieving them of the strain of the day. The lively street hums to life with all the tourists wanting to experience Malta’s nightlife. It’s a nice white noise, calming. My blouse and sun skirt flow in the breeze, dancing to the music of the buskers as I walk down the street. Looking without really seeing, just listening while my feet trod on their own. 

I recognize a melody and start humming along, not really conscious. 

“Please, see me, reaching out for someone I can’t see..” 

I pass by a patio of a nice bistro, the string lights creating a warm ambience, fit for a cool night like this. Couples talk and drink wine, enjoying each other's presence. The glasses clink together and the silverware clatter, creating a song of sorts. But it all falls in the background. There are a lot of people out tonight, in restaurants, shops, all outside enjoying the night. 

“Take my hand, let's see where we wake up tomorrow, best laid plans are sometimes just a one night stand..” 

Just beside the bistro’s patio is a little plant cart, in front of it, a boy dressed in black. The bucket hat covers his eyes but cherry red hair peeks out from it, an endearing contrast. I realize it’s the song that I was humming along to. I stop walking and just watch him, starstruck and in awe. His voice is the most beautiful voice I’ve ever heard so far. He’s a little off tune, I note, he’s nervous. Nevertheless, still a wonderful melody. 

“And, God, tell us the reason, youth is wasted on the young, it’s hunting season, and the lambs are on the run, searching for meaning..”

“But are we all lost stars trying to light up the dark?” I hear myself sing with him. He looks up at me, seeing his big doe eyes for the first time. Cute. He smiles and I swear my heart just did a little jump. Get it together ___, I swear to GOd. His eyes go rounder and his head nods at me.. encouraging me? He points the mic to me, his eyes still looking up to me urging me to join him? ..Why not? 

I troddle up to stand beside him, his smile growing wider resembling a bunny. He gives me the mic, I look up to him and he just nods and pushes the mic more. I take it. 

“I thought I saw you that night crying, ooh~” the mic goes back to him.

“I thought I heard you call my name, yeheaa~” to me again.

“I thought I heard you out there crying. Oh just to say oh yea~ OOh~” I look to him to pass the mic again but he steps away slightly telling me to take over? “Just the same, oh yea~” I look to him, smiling as I belt out this part, he returns the smile with his own dazzling one. “God, give us the reason, youth is wasted on the young it;s hunting season~ and the lambs are on the runn~ searching for meaning. Are we all lost stars trying to light up the dark?” I pass it to him and he just sings the notes out immaculately, no longer nerves in his eyes but enjoyment. Now I just watch him. He seems like he belongs here, performing. The bistro’s string lights kiss his skin, making him soft and beautiful. The song's last notes are drawn out and the audience applauds. There was an audience? Since when?? Suddenly feeling the eyes of all the passersby, my hand comes up to my neck trying to soothe the sudden prickles that burn there. I also notice how my cheeks are really warm. Great. Still, it was fun so I bask in the afterglow. A sheepish smile plays on my face, “thank you,” I hear myself say. 

“Hey,”

I suddenly remember my partner. I turn to him, his smile so sweet I can’t help but mirror it. “Hey, you sing so prettily” I say. 

He blinks “pretty?” his brows furrow like he’s looking for something, “Ah-! Pretty! Oh thank you! You- also pretty” He looks so proud of his statement while I’m just here, you know, cheeks heating up while internally screaming- 

I think he noticed I became flustered, confusion flashes his face before his eyes widen so much you think they’re going to pop out of his head, his mouth in an ‘o’ shape of realization, I presume. “Voice! Your.. voice is pretty-! You are also pretty-!?” he stumbles his words, cutely. A blush creeps up his neck I notice. He has an accent but his English is still good. He's not from here I note. Sensing his struggle, I just put a hand over his frantic ones to calm them, ever so merciful. Amused at myself and the boy in front of me, I chuckle at his little crisis. 

“Hey, I get it you dummy.” –he stops, his bambi eyes now on mine– “Thank you..?” 

“Ah- Jungkook!” 

“Thank you, Jungkook.” Once he settles, I let go of his hands. 

“What is your name?”

I give him my name, he echoes me trying it out on his tongue. My name sounds nice with his voice now that I think about it.. 

His eyebrows furrow again, this time though he’s biting his lips as well. The lights highlight his face while also making him look round, it’s cute. How many times have I used the word cute for this boy?? Get yourself together! 

“Would you like.. another song?” 

Another song? 

Don’t get me wrong, I love singing. I’d be a complete fool if I refused him now right? 

“Yes,” grinning up at him, cocking a playful brow, “Can I pick the song this time though?” 

His eyebrows raise before nodding. He giggles and I think I just got shot in the heart. The first few notes of the song start, I have the mic then turn to him, “Thanks for letting me join you.” The song starts before you can see his crinkled eyes, the light blush on his cheeks and his shy lip-bite smile. not the fboi type the cute baby star candy type

The night goes by like that, just letting go and doing the one thing you both love to do the most under the glow of the streetlamps and stars, in Malta. 

Presenting my bias, Mr Min.

"Can I join you?"

“Can I join you?”

Getting off from work, my trinket little shop is a stark contrast from the hustle of Malta’s night streets. The usually hot country now has a nice cool breeze that freshens up my limbs, relieving them of the strain of the day. The lively street hums to life with all the tourists wanting to experience Malta’s nightlife. It’s a nice white noise, calming. My blouse and sun skirt flow in the breeze, dancing to the music of the buskers as I walk down the street. Looking without really seeing, just listening while my feet trod on their own. 

I recognize a melody and start humming along, not really conscious. 

“Please, see me, reaching out for someone I can’t see..” 

I pass by a patio of a nice bistro, the string lights creating a warm ambience, fit for a cool night like this. Couples talk and drink wine, enjoying each other's presence. The glasses clink together and the silverware clatter, creating a song of sorts. But it all falls in the background. There are a lot of people out tonight, in restaurants, shops, all outside enjoying the night. 

“Take my hand, let's see where we wake up tomorrow, best laid plans are sometimes just a one night stand..” 

Just beside the bistro’s patio is a little plant cart, in front of it, a boy dressed in black. The bucket hat covers his eyes but cherry red hair peeks out from it, an endearing contrast. I realize it’s the song that I was humming along to. I stop walking and just watch him, starstruck and in awe. His voice is the most beautiful voice I’ve ever heard so far. He’s a little off tune, I note, he’s nervous. Nevertheless, still a wonderful melody. 

“And, God, tell us the reason, youth is wasted on the young, it’s hunting season, and the lambs are on the run, searching for meaning..”

“But are we all lost stars trying to light up the dark?” I hear myself sing with him. He looks up at me, seeing his big doe eyes for the first time. Cute. He smiles and I swear my heart just did a little jump. Get it together ___, I swear to GOd. His eyes go rounder and his head nods at me.. encouraging me? He points the mic to me, his eyes still looking up to me urging me to join him? ..Why not? 

I troddle up to stand beside him, his smile growing wider resembling a bunny. He gives me the mic, I look up to him and he just nods and pushes the mic more. I take it. 

“I thought I saw you that night crying, ooh~” the mic goes back to him.

“I thought I heard you call my name, yeheaa~” to me again.

“I thought I heard you out there crying. Oh just to say oh yea~ OOh~” I look to him to pass the mic again but he steps away slightly telling me to take over? “Just the same, oh yea~” I look to him, smiling as I belt out this part, he returns the smile with his own dazzling one. “God, give us the reason, youth is wasted on the young it;s hunting season~ and the lambs are on the runn~ searching for meaning. Are we all lost stars trying to light up the dark?” I pass it to him and he just sings the notes out immaculately, no longer nerves in his eyes but enjoyment. Now I just watch him. He seems like he belongs here, performing. The bistro’s string lights kiss his skin, making him soft and beautiful. The song's last notes are drawn out and the audience applauds. There was an audience? Since when?? Suddenly feeling the eyes of all the passersby, my hand comes up to my neck trying to soothe the sudden prickles that burn there. I also notice how my cheeks are really warm. Great. Still, it was fun so I bask in the afterglow. A sheepish smile plays on my face, “thank you,” I hear myself say. 

“Hey,”

I suddenly remember my partner. I turn to him, his smile so sweet I can’t help but mirror it. “Hey, you sing so prettily” I say. 

He blinks “pretty?” his brows furrow like he’s looking for something, “Ah-! Pretty! Oh thank you! You- also pretty” He looks so proud of his statement while I’m just here, you know, cheeks heating up while internally screaming- 

I think he noticed I became flustered, confusion flashes his face before his eyes widen so much you think they’re going to pop out of his head, his mouth in an ‘o’ shape of realization, I presume. “Voice! Your.. voice is pretty-! You are also pretty-!?” he stumbles his words, cutely. A blush creeps up his neck I notice. He has an accent but his English is still good. He's not from here I note. Sensing his struggle, I just put a hand over his frantic ones to calm them, ever so merciful. Amused at myself and the boy in front of me, I chuckle at his little crisis. 

“Hey, I get it you dummy.” –he stops, his bambi eyes now on mine– “Thank you..?” 

“Ah- Jungkook!” 

“Thank you, Jungkook.” Once he settles, I let go of his hands. 

“What is your name?”

I give him my name, he echoes me trying it out on his tongue. My name sounds nice with his voice now that I think about it.. 

His eyebrows furrow again, this time though he’s biting his lips as well. The lights highlight his face while also making him look round, it’s cute. How many times have I used the word cute for this boy?? Get yourself together! 

“Would you like.. another song?” 

Another song? 

Don’t get me wrong, I love singing. I’d be a complete fool if I refused him now right? 

“Yes,” grinning up at him, cocking a playful brow, “Can I pick the song this time though?” 

His eyebrows raise before nodding. He giggles and I think I just got shot in the heart. The first few notes of the song start, I have the mic then turn to him, “Thanks for letting me join you.” The song starts before you can see his crinkled eyes, the light blush on his cheeks and his shy lip-bite smile. not the fboi type the cute baby star candy type

The night goes by like that, just letting go and doing the one thing you both love to do the most under the glow of the streetlamps and stars, in Malta. 

"We wanna focus on-" 😂😂😂 U DID GREAT JK

The cutest.

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