Who doesn't know to operate a basic computer? Why would anyone panic over an error button? How can someone ask 50 questions in a single breath? Yoongi couldn't find answers to any of these questions that had been plaguing his mind. Even while returning back from the god-awful anger management classes, Yoongi couldn't get out your irritating voice from his head. He was one step away from quitting his job. The anger-management class was yet another joke. There were two other people who had come to attend and were as disinterested as himself. A man in his sixties told them tips and exercises that seemed to have been ripped right off a WikiHow page. And to end the class, he handed over a smiley stress ball to the attendees. Yoongi wanted to toss it right back at the instructor's face. But something told him that doing that would only get him into more trouble. So he placed it into his pocket and gave one of his fakest smiles. His thoughts are directed back to you. You had managed to ask him a thousand questions and he even had to make a pinky promise that the software wouldn't run into any more trouble. He knew better than to vouch for the software that had a mind of it's own. But he had to calm you down and get you to hang up. It was nothing but reinstallation couldn't solve, so that's what he had asked you to do. But what he didn't see coming was the rate of the questions and thoughts you had almost rapped out. The man didn't know if to be impressed by your diction and speed or to curse you for not letting him speak. Wondering why he was still thinking about you even though it had been a couple of days, Yoongi steps into the subway coach.
"That photobooth was so good, right Kook?"
Great, now Yoongi was hallucinating. He swore that he could hear your voice. He turned to see the source of the voice and spotted a young lady in a powder pink sundress coddling a teenager with a tall lanky man smiling at them. He found the lady too young to be a mother of a teenage boy, even the guy looked young to be a father. Probably a high school couple or something, he assumed and turned away to look at the bar indicating how many more stations he had to wait until he could fall into an embrace with his all time love, his bed and his lovely puppy Holly.
"You were fumbling with all the options and made the system hang. That system never hangs and you managed to do it. They almost kicked us out." The teenage boy huffed.
"Not my fault, that they digitised every single thing. Tae, remember when the buttons used to be simple? We used to go to the arcade by our house and play all night. Your appa was a sore loser. He would complain to the owner that the machines were rigged and would play to prove his point until morning only to lose to me, over and over again." The lady laughed at the thought of a young Tae buffing up and huffing to defeat her at a game while the man in question pulled a pout.
Yoongi's attention was brought back to the family with her laughter. A thought that the lady looked pretty when she smiled and laughed crossed his mind but he was soon to shut it down. The lady was married with a kid for god's sake. Yoongi was soon to let his mind wander on to the drawers at the back of his head. His first love. His piano. It seemed like a cliché now. A young man passionate about music leaving his passion to pursue a job only to find a means to pay bills. He wanted to get back to his passion but there was something else that bothered him. His second love or so he thought. A girl with big dreams who had a little more passion than him that she didn't think twice before leaving him when she had found her dream calling. Only that the dream had been a joint one and only she had gotten the golden pass. He didn't blame her. Everyone had the choice to make decisions and prioritise things in their life. She had made sure that they had parted on good terms and because of that he couldn't even pin his poor life decisions on her. Like the pretty lady in the pink sundress had addressed her husband, Yoongi too was a sore loser.
Yoongi's stop had finally come and the indicator music had pulled him from his thoughts. There was a time when he had wanted to sample this very indicator sound and use it as an intro to one of the songs he and she were producing together. This music used to be his happy sound but now it meant only what it meant to every other person on the subway. He stood up and walked towards the doors only to be stopped by the lady in the sundress.
"Excuse me, I think you dropped this." The lady said extending her arm to pass a very bright yellow ball. Ah, his smiley stress ball.
"Ah, okay." Yoongi said taking the ball from her.
"We all drop things all the time. Nothing to stress about. Well, my husband would have definitely topped the list but yeah..." The lady trailed off looking a little sullen. Yoongi was terrible at interacting with people and he didn't know what to tell the lady. The subway was taking its own sweet time in slowing down and all Yoongi wanted to do was get off the damn subway at the very moment. And that's exactly what he did but in his hurry he left behind something else which would soon bring him to the next trial of his life.
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FanfictionA Min Yoongi Fanfiction You were happy with your job even though life had dragged you through the mud. You have been pretty good at finding the silver lining. When the pandemic hit, you weren't worried about masks, tissue rolls, or sanitizers like t...
