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Selcouth [Yoongi x Reader]
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Yoongi is shoving his school notebooks into his bag, in a rush. He overslept his alarm again today, and really; he should consider having multiple alarms set so he doesn't just snooze on the one and ruin his schedule. Hair a disheveled mess and clothes wrinkled, he shoves his feet into his converse (our tired boy can tie them later) and scurries out of the house. He manages to remember to shout a quick "I love you" to his parents as he races against time to the bus stop. Yoongi is extremely lucky that he makes it on time, although maybe he only makes it because the bus driver is familiar with his usual tardiness. One minute later and he would've missed the bus, and missed school, and then dropped out because of it. Wow, life is hard. So, when he finally drags himself up the steps and plops down into a seat, face red from the morning coldness, he can only let out a heavy sigh as he hears the drivers belted laughter.
Yoongi scoots to the window seat, reserving the space beside him with his bag for comfort. Of course, he doesn't need to because the bus is never crowded this early, but he's never like strangers sitting next to him. Yoongi puts his headphones on and clicks shuffle on his music, not in the mood to play a specific playlist. His eyes wander out the window, mentally telling the driver their daily route to the usual stops. Turn right here, go straight, stop here, keep going, right, left, stop, keep going. It's all the same until the driver stops at the sign where he would usually go straight, and he turns. Yoongi immediately registers the unfamiliar sights and yanks his headphones out before turning his head to look at the driver through the mirror.
"You weren't supposed to turn there." He states, scrunching his nose as he looks at the cars through the front window.
"Don't worry, kid. It's a shortcut, it'll save us a few minutes." The man assures, shooting Yoongi a knowledgeable look before focusing back on the road. Yoongi lets out a huff of disapproval, eyes squinted as he reaches into his pockets for his phone.
"So this means I'll arrive at school sooner? No thanks, turn around." He deadpans, flicking a hand in a signal for the driver to make a U-turn. The man simply chuckles at the youngster's joke, maintaining his focus on driving. Yoongi's lips twitch upward into a small smile, that old man laughs at everything. They reach a stop light and Yoongi looks up, from having scrolled through his twitter a bit, to the scattered students walking along the sidewalk. He cocks an eyebrow at them just as the driver silently answers his question.
"There's another school around here. It's an all-girls academy, it's pretty small but my niece tells me it's relatively nice." Yoongi nods in understanding, looking out from the side window to the high-school girls. They're all chatting, laughing, enjoying their last couple of minutes before school starts. When the light finally turns green, the mentioned school comes into view. It's smaller than his school, but it certainly looks far much cleaner than his school does. Yoongi is just about turning his head away when a certain girl comes into view. Her hairstyle and uniform don't ring any bells to him, but the bandages on her knees sure do. It's likely to be the girl he helped a few days ago with that, surely it is with that same dazed look on her face. Unless some other girl scraped her knees a well, coincidentally? Even as the bus drives past, Yoongi turns his whole body to keep looking at her.
"Did you like what you saw?" The driver jokes and Yoongi scrunches his nose again, leaning back in his seat and scoffing.
"Not really." He replies, brushing it off as he puts his headphones back on. Although unknown to all except for him, Yoongi thinks "I'm glad she at least got home safe."
When the bus finally arrives at his stop, Yoongi utters a "have a nice day" to the driver and quickly scurries off after the other three students. Adjusting the straps of his bag, Yoongi walks the last five minutes to his school campus, immediately spotting his older friend, Seokjin, standing in their usual meet up place. Yoongi is tempted to turn on his heel and walk in the opposite direction of Jin, but he refrains from doing so, knowing he'll only get an ear full as retaliation. Jin attacks Yoongi with teasing gestures about the sour look on his face, a joke Yoongi can't bother to understand. Then, he goes on with his rant about how the younger should be more grateful that he's friends with someone so handsome.
Plenty of time before class starts, so the pair walks around campus, Jin's rant finally dying down and being replaced with casual talk about nothing special. The sky is clear today, Yoongi notes, not a single cloud in the sky but he wishes it would rain just so their physical education class would be canceled. When the first few classes of the day roll by, it seems agonizingly long, although it always feels like that the first few days back from break. It's only when lunch comes around, in the middle of scribbling ideas in his notebook, that Yoongi remembers.
"Ah, oh yeah. I saw a girl this morning who resembled that girl who scraped her knees a few days ago." He mutters, clearly uninterested, as he keeps scribbling. He had briefly summarized the event to Jin over the weekend, and the older clearly had an interest. Not many worthwhile things happen in Yoongi's life, although maybe this isn't as worthwhile as Jin makes it out to be. Jin's eyes widen, flexing his shoulders when he leans in closer to Yoongi.
"Wow, really? Was she okay?" He asks, concern laced in his voice, but Yoongi just shrugs.
"Yah! Answer me properly, this is disrespect." Jin huffs, making Yoongi lean away from his writing and cross his arms, eyes cast to the side. He purses his lips in a silent defeat and simply nods.
"How am I suppose to know if she's okay? She had bandages on her knee's, and she could walk, so that's good." Yoongi glances briefly at Jin before casually continuing with his scribbles.
"Well, you said before that she seemed shocked. What if she hit her head when she fell? Did you as?" Yoongi shakes his head, absentmindedly doodling a small dandelion at the corner of his notebook. Jin nudges Yoongi's arm, causing his pen to stray and draw a line straight through all his work.
"Hey, that was uncalled for! I've been working on this for days." Yoongi whines, crossing his arms and letting out an exasperated sigh as he meets eyes with Jin.
"You said you saw her, was she going to school? Work? A party?" Jin pushes, and Yoongi narrows his eyes, unsure of why Jin cares so much about some silly girl.
"She had a school uniform on, so she probably goes to the academy close by my workplace." Yoongi takes a sip of his juice box, looking down to skim his work before closing his notebook. He can finish his music plans later, because if he keeps working on it now, Jin might just rip the entire thing.
"Why don't we go check up on her? Ask her if she's doing okay." Jin suggests, but Yoongi scrunches his nose and gives the elder a look.
"I'm not just going to go to her school and casually ask her. She'll think I'm a stalker or some kind of creep." He groans, picking the paint off the table at which they sit.
"You have to go make sure she's okay," Jin states in a tone so serious that Yoongi has to look up to make sure his ears aren't deceiving him. It's not often that Jin is this serious with him, he's always been the playful one. But the elder doesn't press any further, leaving silence between them as Yoongi slumps in a defeat like-state. Jin knows his words will weigh on Yoongi's mind, especially after his serious tone. Truthfully, he just wants the younger to stop being so aloof about things that he should care about. He knows he'll do the right thing and make sure the girl is fine, sacrificing a bit of dignity is nothing. Or at least, he hopes.
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Selcouth [Yoongi x Reader]
*cough* Uhh, basically everyone is born seeing only black and white, but when and if they meet their soulmate, they start to see color. This has a lot of angst and it may not be what you expected but I hope you give it a chance. HHHHHH-
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"Off you go, Yoongi!" An elderly woman ushers the teen out of the kitchen of her restaurant, patting his shoulder as he stumbles out. He unwillingly unties his apron, handing it to her before letting out a worried sigh.
"Ma'am, are you sure you don't need any more help? I can stick around and finish a few more orders, or I can-"
"Yoongi, you've done enough today. The sun will be setting soon, you need to get home." The woman laughs, ruffling his shaggy dark hair before waving for him to go.
"Ah! Ah, okay. Since you insist, I'll be off now. Goodnight, ma'am." He smiles and turns to run and grab his coat and bag. Slipping his arms through the sleeves, he walks out of the restaurant and on the streets. He zooms past people, only waving hello to familiar faces. There are only a dozen people around, doing last minute business or already on their way home as well. He lives only a few minutes away thankfully and he recalls his mother yelling to him as he scurried out of his home that morning that she would be making his favorite for dinner. This knowledge quickens his pace as he nears his home, the Twilight is clear in the sky as the sun is being pulled below the mountains and out of sight.
Just as Yoongi turns the last corner, his eyes spot a girl on her knees surrounded by scattered papers. She's frantically trying to scoop them all up, scraping them on the concrete floor in the process. Her expression reads that she's frustrated from the setback, and her eyes flicker to the sunset every couple of seconds. Getting home in the dark will be a pain in the ass, even with the lights illuminating the streets every two meters. The night-time is a headache for everyone when all you see is black and white, and living in the city they do, they haven't been equipped with the same new technology that larger cities have. The workers still haven't even gotten around to fix the dozen busted street lamps yet either. Yoongi looks down at his watch and can feel the agitation creeping on him. If he stays out longer than he needs to, then he'll be on edge getting home, but he surely can't just leave her be. Not when she needs a little extra help.
"I'll be quick." He groans to himself as he rushes over. The girl is surprised by his unannounced arrived, sniffling away tears he hadn't noticed before due to the previous distance between themselves.
"We have to hurry before the sun completely sets." He states, bending down and yanking up papers that are farther from her reach. He's trying to be as quick as possible but still attempts not to bend or wrinkle the papers more than needs to. Her weak whisper of a voice calls out to grasp his attention but Yoongi doesn't even bat an eyelash at her as he finishes picking up the last few papers. He only registers that the papers are her notes and homework before she calls out to him again.
"Thank you for your help, but you should get home." Yoongi finally looked up this time, to see the girl shakily stand up. Her leggings are ripped pretty badly, muddy red blood around the pebbles and dirt. She's going to need to disinfect that wound thoroughly if she wants to avoid an infection. They meet eyes briefly before she does a double take at the sun behind his frame. She's frozen in shock, perhaps at the sun disappearing. Yoongi hands her the papers and she crumbles them tightly in her hands. She can't keep her eyes off the last few rays of the sun and that throws Yoongi off before he whips his head down at the time on his watch. Of course, she's in shock, they surely won't make it home in time before dark falls. Her voice enters the air again as she chokes out a "You have to get home." Her hand gestures urge him to run on but he hesitates.
"Where do you live? Is it far? Can you run there? " His heart is hammering against his rib-cage, his vision is nearly shoving him off the edge, the dimming light in the sky making it harder to see. Yoongi can make it home if he pushes himself to run at maximum speed, but the question is will she be okay?
"I live close by, I'll be fine. Please get home." She nods, but he can see the flickering uneasiness on her face. She reaches down to pick up her backpack, torn from having gotten caught on a wire fence. She hurriedly shoves the papers inside, not caring at all that her work is ripped and crumbled now. The girl holds the bag closely to her chest and repeats that he should really get home. Yoongi finally decided to give in, a bit relieved he could help her as he begins to run off in the direction his home is. Yoongi only turns back briefly to say goodbye and tell her to hurry, to which she nods again. When his figure begins to disappear, the girl lays her eyes on the sun, it's last few seconds of breath upon this side of the earth. Her eyes watered, wavering as she rubs her eyes over and over again, unable to comprehend what she sees. The sight that had always been shades of grey and white has now shifted.
"I can see-," she whispers shakily, cutting herself off in awe of the situation. "I can see the color of the sun." It's faint, still seeping into her pupils, but it's bright. A mixture of vibrant colors that she doesn't know the names of.
She doesn't quite know it yet, but she's just met her soul-mate.
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