❛ You know that place between sleep and awake, that place where you still remember dreaming? That's where I'll always love you. That's where I'll be waiting ❜

- J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

'Thoughts'

Seoul; March 9, 2015

The happy birthday song merrily erupt in a small room with bland, cheap furniture. Two boys; Taehyung with his salmon-colored hair and Jungkook with his natural hair hold a small birthday cake messily decorated with frosting spelling out  '𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎 𝒷𝒾𝓇𝓉𝒽𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝓎😍💙𝓃𝑔𝒾',  the emojis were small candies and there was only one simple red and white candle at the top, the flame dancing every now and again when laughter blew near it.

Beside the brunette holding the cake was Jimin, his eyes were closed and closely resembling an upside-down crescent when he laughed at whatever Jungkook said, he has his arm slung across Namjoon with light-green hair. Namjoon is clapping along with two other males. Jin with his blonde-hair slightly brushed upwards and joyful brown eyes, the other Hoseok who has light brown hair also styled as a bowl-cut and laughing brown eyes.

"How much was this?" Yoongi said dumb-founded, Jimin's crescent eyes open wide in mock-hurt. 

"Do you not have this much faith in us hyung?" He replies, playfully punching the birthday boy on the shoulder. 

He laughs.

The one whose birthday it is has a gummy smile and grey bowl-cut hair slightly parted in the middle. His eyes are brimming with happiness as he blows the candle. 

"What's your wish Yoongi?" Jin asks.

 "I can't tell you~" He replies playfully.

"Now-" Namjoon over to grab the cake-cutter "- let's eat!" He finishes off. That afternoon the room is filled with laughter, smiles and happy eating (specifically from a special blonde).

Once the six boys leave, Yoongi allows his smile to drop. He stands up and picks up his portable keyboard and a black hat. Yoongi soon walks out the door and quickly grabs his wine-red scarf. A scarf carefully knitted by someone close to him.

A memorable someone who gave him a meaningful necklace.

A necklace hidden under his articles of clothing. A necklace no one else has seen except her and himself.

Underneath his carefree white shirt that reaches his knees on his black ripped jeans and slips on his timberlands gifted from the maknae of their small seven-member group.

Yoongi walks and soon arrives where he usually performs. A small part of where he lives that is filled with cafes and small shops with a park nearby. He grabs a chair and unfolds his keyboard. He throws his hat in front for some money and starts playing. (cheers to the people who also love DEAN)

https://youtu.be/wKyMIrBClYw

🎹 I know tomorrow is coming

But I can't let go of my phone

Sleep just isn't coming to me, yeah

So I'm on Instagram, Instagram again 🎹

His fingers glide on the piano, pressing keys and weaving together a soft and sad melody as people recognize the song without having to hear him sing,

🎹 So many hot shots here

Some are on vacation

I didn't press like

Cuz it feels like I'm the only one like this

Inside Instagram, Instagram 🎹 

 A girl with a matching wine-red scarf pass by him. He slows down, Yoongi's gaze trails after her figure, blind to everything but the bright familiar looking scarf.

A pale face with charming, familiar amber eyes that shine with a sort of loneliness.

🎹 It's a problem

In the who e world

It's the same love song

Bu t it doesn't touch me

In my night

There are too many thoughts 🎹

Once she disappears, the click of her boots fade away and Yoongi returns to weaving his melody once again but his body longs to chase after the one with the wine-red scarf, his feet itching to move and run after her.

Grab her by the shoulder and see who she is.

See who she used to be and who she's become.

🎹 It's complicated

Changing it up so often

I don't wanna do this

This damn information age

There is definitely a problem

These days, knowing more

Makes you more miserable 🎹

Maybe then his heart would find its other half.