jungkook

12:38 am

his hands were rested on his stomach as he leaned back in the spinny desk chair in the broadcasting room.

he let the melody of the song that he was playing wash through his mind and relaxed his entire body.

his eyes were getting increasingly close to closing as their lids slowly seemed to get heavier.

drifting in and out of sleep he was woken by the sound of the chair he was sitting in creaking as he reclined farther back until the front wheels were barely touching the floor.

worried that he might fall backwards, he sat up and shook his head to wake up and shake his hair up so it wasnt so flat. he needed coffee and he needed it now.

so he set up four songs in the queue, it used to be two but now that he was talking to seunghee it got longer, got up from his chair, not bothering to slip on a jacket and made his way across the street to the shop.

as soon as he walked in he noticed something a little weird. they had exchanged their normal greetings and conversation was going smoothly but something was weird.

maybe it was the weird way she was looking at him today or the way she was laid back as usual but still seemed like she always had something to add but never said at the end if everything she said.

he couldn't recognize what is was but something was wierd, all the lights were on, seunghee was talking to him, the sugar packets were fully stocked, the radio was playing just like he left it.

there wasn't anyt-wait. the radio was playing. his station.
his playlist.
his music.

he went white as a ghost when he realised what was going on suddenly had so many questions and the urge to apologize for not telling her but before he could, she had beat him to it.