As soon as Jimin began to help, the boy stopped picking up the glass and slowly gazed up at Jimin. His eyes were beautiful, they were round, dark brown with a few parts being light enough to show a gleam in his eyes when he stared at Jimin.

          "Alright, Alright! Nothing to see here!" Shouted the landlord as he held a broom and handed it to Jimin. "Please be more careful next time, to the both of you." Said the Landlord as he dropped the broom in Jimin's hands with it's own dust pan along the side. Jimin grew silent, gazing at the broom as he looked at the young man in front of him. Jimin picked up an odd feeling from this silent boy. Almost as if he can feel that the silent boy was starting to dislike Jimin for causing him to worry and result in the cuts on his hands from picking up the clear glass.

           Jimin stood up, but the boy didn't. He was sitting and holding out his bloody hands that cupped the seperate pieces of glass, wanting Jimin to accept it. "Oh... Um, you can put them on the ground. I'll sweep it up and get rid of it." Jimin mentioned, but the boy just stayed there, still maintaining a balanced crouch.

          "Are you deaf? Mute?" Jimin wondered as the silent boy shook his head and placed the glass on the floor, taking a few pieces out of his hands and just cupping his bloody hands before standing and gazing down at Jimin, a bit surprised at the height difference. "Are you shy?" Jimin kept asking as he noticed the boy inhale to say something.

           "I'm sorry for the vase..." He said followed by an exhale as he awkwardly passed by Jimin and dashed to the stairs, only cupping the wound close to his chest while he ran. Jimin heard his voice, glad the boy wasn't mute or deaf so he didn't have to feel guilty about the young man's attempt on trying to pick up the pieces even if his hands were covered in blood.

          Jimin gazed down at the bloody clear glasses, quickly sweeping them into the dustpan so no one else can see it. Especially any young children that would pass by. While Taehyung started to help the delivery man take in the furniture in the lobby and up the steps, Jimin finished sweeping and sat in the back of the delivery truck to watch over the things so no one could steal a thing.

           He looked back at how the boy looked, trying to take a grasp of it in his mind so the mysterious young man can show up in Jimin's mind often. Jimin gazed down at the minor cuts on his hand that didn't really hurt that much. Jimin stayed by the truck and looked at the apartment complex, feeling his hand slowly turn numb from the weather. Jimin breathed on his hands, huffing warm air to it as he watched Taehyung come running back to take in more things.

            "Taehyung, can you do me a favor?" Jimin wondered, coming up with an idea.

            "No." Taehyung replied, ready to drag a big, dark brown headboard.

           "What do you mean no? Bring me my recorder it's in my luggage!" Jimin demanded as Taehyung walked up to Jimin and flicked his forehead.

          "Who are you to boss me around, Little guy?~" Taehyung teased making Jimin quickly try to bite Taehyung's finger but the younger was quick enough to yank his hand away and give off a fake frown before chuckling and dragging the headboard away on his own until the delivery man came to help Taehyung again.

             Soon, the truck was almost close to being empty when Taehyung returned quickly to finally give Jimin his recorder. "Sorry, I almost forgot!" Taehyung laughed setting the recorder on Jimin's thighs.

        "I hate you." Jimin joked and picked up his recorder, watching Taehyung let out a cute smile and take a few boxes to the apartment. Jimin gazed at the docks up ahead, gazing at the blue skies while he stood up as soon as he saw the delivery guy coming back.

           "You can go, he is going to take in the final boxes." Said the man as Jimin smiled and nodded, walking over to the docks he waited by on his first day back in Busan.

        Along the way, down the path of the dock, there was ropes wrapped around each pole that had atleast one light on every pole after another. Jimin can gaze at the beautiful and cold sea, it was like his thinking place he can go to when he needs to record a log. It seemed way more better to think there.

         Jimin sat down on the edge of the dock and listened to the waves gently brush onto shore now. Jimin let out an exhale and held up his recorder. "Log number two, District, Busan. Today, the clouds formed a confusing shape above us all on this side of Busan. Atleast for me it may seem. A clear glass shattered as soon as it touched the ground, thus resulting in me meeting this one peculiar cloud. He wore a white sweater with a hoodie behind him, a black mask hiding away his nose and mouth, shielding away his appearance... His hair was as black as ink or like fresh black paint opened and ready for the canvas. All I could catch from his identity was his beautiful dark brown eyes. Eyes like chocolate or a dark wooden door.... Although, his eyes weren't like anything else. They gleamed with interest as he blinked his eyes shut and opened them again, looking down as his long eyelashes were able to be seen."

          Jimin then started to smile, closing his eyes and feeling as if he could see the moment he thought of. Reliving it again and again. "He tried to pick up the pieces... But all that came from that peculiar cloud was rain that dripped from his hands. It was as red as a vibrant rose, yet no matter how much he still tried to pick up the pieces, he wasn't flinching or showing fear from it at all. He was determined. I found the cloud odd. There was no other like him. He was... Unique.. Silent... Beautiful." Jimin concluded and held the recorder close as he thought back at what he said. The feeling he had was golden. There was never a time where he pressed the record button and was able to execute a proper description right at the spot. Jimin just couldn't help but to listen to the audio again and close his eyes to imagine it like he alone narrated the beginning of his chapter.

             Later on the night, Jimin sat down in his room. It was a long day, after he returned from the docks. He had to help move around some furninture and help fix the base of his own bed. Luckily, after all the hard work, Taehyung and Jimin was able to complete their task for the day.

         Taehyung's bed was just across the room as Jimin had his under the vent. However, Taehyung was outside, planning on sleeping on the air mattress again since Jimin refused to allow Taehyung to sleep in the same room as him. Only because Jimin longed to hear the soothing voice that called to him earlier in the morning when the sun still had yet to rise.

           Jimin just finished eating take out Taehyung ordered. Jimin's plate consisted of spicy Kimchi noodles that were tinted an orange and red color to show the amount of spice added onto the noodles, small sprinkles of diced seaweed was all over the bowl, a boiled egg cut in two where the center was slightly orange and the outter part of the egg was white and soft. The meal was assisted with two wooden chopsticks to enjoy the bowl of spicy Kimchi. The good thing about the meal was, only half of it was slightly sweet. The taste alone was hot and mouthwatering too.

           It was around 10:56pm now, Jimin was brushing his teeth after eating and was ready to stay up just to hear the voice if he had to. So far, Jimin was only planning on reading a book to stay up. Jimin had his book ontop of his bed that had nothing but white covers and pillows too, next to it was a bedside table that was filled with underwears, socks, extra batteries for his recorder, pens, pencils and extra sheets of paper to write or doodle on. The window was covered with a red curtain and when closed during the day time, the room glows in a red rose color that Jimin enjoyed sleeping in.

          Jimin was wearing his underwear and tank top, revealing his muscular thighs and slightly muscled arms. after brushing his teeth for the night, He walked over to his long cabinets against the wall, retrieving a loose purple pajama bottoms so he wouldn't have to sleep with just his boxers on. It was a bit embarrassing to sleep like that around Taehyung. He feared getting stares by his best friend so he kept his wardrobe suitable to avoid that issue.

         Jimin crawled onto the bed, holding his book and placing on his black rectangular glasses on to read. The man would keep his lamp on all night if he had to. Just to hear him. Jimin kept reading for a while, letting out yawns as he turned the pages. Still waiting for the voice. But only then, he heard footsteps from above the room and suddenly he started to hear a hum. The beat was quite similar to the beat he heard tapping from outside on the balcony earlier but this one was slightly a slower version now. Jimin gazed up the vent and started to listen to the voice that began to serenade him.

         "Please... Don't see.. Just a boy caught up in dreams and fantasies... Please... See me.. Reaching out for someone I can't see.
       Take my hand, let's see where we wake up tomorrow..
       Best laid plans sometimes are just a one night stand..
       I'll be damned... Cupid's demanding back his arrow.
      So let's get drunk on our tears... 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?"