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BTS Song drabble : Closer (KNJ)
Summary : It just two strangers who always crossed path with each others. Yet, they had no courage to get to know one another. Will this keeping distance game go on and on or will one of them break the rule of their game?
Plot inspo. : RM 'Indigo' Album Magazine Film [time stamp 20:04 - 23:49] (BANGTANTV)
Ambience inspo. : Coffee Shop ASMR Ambience ☕ With Fireplace and a bit of Magic ✨ Soft background chatter (ASMR Weekly)
Author note : This story is for an entertainment purpose. I need to make sure I mentioned this so that no one would ever take this story as a real event since I used the explanation of the song to come up with the story. Anyway, guys, stream Indigo💙
Gender neutral pronoun (Sincerely apologize if using them incorectly)
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Author POV.
A month.
It has been that long since Y/n started their writing project. In the same corner of a lounge, they would sit there dazed in their world: trying to extract some ideas to put into their work.
However, they have never been alone.
For a month, it seemed like someone also had the same struggle. The opposite table was also a regular guest of this lounge. His visit started around the same time as theirs.
And their sneak peek game began.
Y/n POV.
Crack.
I streched the arms to relieve my muscles. I felt my bones were on the verge to break. My muscles’ pain was at its peak that even a patch did nothing to sooth me.
Huh...
A breathy sigh left my mouth as I stared my screen. Working for five hours straight, I only got on the second page of my writing.
I took my eyes of the tablet. At that moment, I knew I have been staring at the screen too long. Why did I not bring my glasses? Shame on me.
I sweeped my eyes all over the place. Tonight seemed to be special because the lounge looked busier than usual. Then my gaze landed on the table opposite mine.
There he was.
Every time he came, he would come with a pair of MacBooks and a notebook. He always dressed casually; just a T-shirt or hoody, a pair of denim, headphones secured on his neck, and glasses. His hair looked a bit messy. His face was draining its color a little.
Despite all that, he still looked fine. No, he looked gorgeous.
While their usual drink was sangria, his would-be whiskey. The pace was also different. By the time they were at their half glass, his glass had already been empty.
The feeling of warmthness immediately filled my chest. Seeing him deeply focus with his thing was like a spark to me. It lit my passion toward the writing out of nowhere.
Three tables away, that was our distance: the closest I could get near him.
My inspiration.
Namjoon POV.
‘They are watching me.’
My sense alerted, making me burried my eyes into my laptop. Later on, I glanced at them from time to time, scare to meet their gaze directly.
How will they react?
Will they think I am a creep?
Those thoughts ran inside my head.
Soon they got back onto their tablet. They must be lost in their own mind. My body relaxed automatically. The breath that I have been held on it without knowing finally came out.
I adjusted my posture a little. Taking a final sip of my whisky, I asked for more from a waiter.
As I waited for the drink, I looked at my partner who sat opposite me. Partner, how I wished I has a courage to strike a conversation with them and called them that in reality.
They would be here around 6 pm and left here before midnight. They were a fiction writer, knowing that because of some staff here were their fans. To be honest, I also became their fan recently too.
I have never seen their frineds. They were quite introvert, judging by the table they chose every night. From that, I assumed they had no partner.
Maybe a long distance relationship? It could be the case.
I should probably think that way to prevent myself getting a flase hope.
Their favourite in this house was a sangria, usually ordered three to four glasses for each night.
That was all I know about them.
My lounge partner.
Author POV.
We were like a parallel line. A little gap in between shouldn’t be the obstacle for us to interact. Yet, none of us dared to cross path...
Y/n narated the last paragraph. Typing each word into the story, they somehow ended up being a chracter of their novel. Y/n didn’t intend to write something as such. However, as the days passed with the stranger, they ended up spilling their feelings into the work.
Just stay where you are
On the other side, Namjoon finished his lyric. He went through them for the last time to grasp any error. To his surprise, there was none. Not like the other songs, this one has little to no scratch. At first, he wasn’t sure of this draft. Now, it was one of the realest representation of his feelings.
As the final page filled with words and inks, they realized the time was up.
3 months later
“...We would like to end today session with Indigo, the chart killer album since the first day it came out. It shouldn’t be a surprise since the work was from one of the talneted lyricists in the industry, RM. Our fans have been sending requests to us nonestop, wanting us to celebrate his first official album. To celebrate all the success, here is our tribute...”
The radio then started playing the tune. Y/n with her earphone listented attentively to the songs. Sipping a cup of hazzlenut latte, they bobbed their head lightly to match the rhythm.
Despite the winter, everything felt warm for them. Not because of the coffee in their hand, or a thick scarf and coat that hugged their figure.
It all thanked to the song that was playing right now.
Right at the moment of them recieving the message from the lyrics while the guy at the opposite bench reading their newest novel to understand their feeling.
As the song came to and ended, so did the novel. Two strangers locked their gaze with one another as their face plastered with a smile.
“Hi.”
Finally, one of them decided to cross their path.
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“tu mami dijo que yo me parezco a una puta
dile que este cuerpo es arte, me parezco a una pintura
esta figure es una dulzura
vea mi cintura y este culo natural
me quieres comer el pu$$y, se nota”
