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THE LOGICAL SONG pt1

YOONGI x OC au

Strangers to lovers.

They both take the same train, sit in the same car every single day, two strangers who bond through music and art.

6.5k words

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Please mind the gap between the train and the platform. The recorded voice called out in a random tone. Huffing from the speedy walk, Yoongi stepped in, quickly making his way to a vacant seat, enjoying that small pleasure of being able to sit during the ride.

Releasing a deep sigh, the young man leaned his head against the window, letting go of all the pressure from the day. Night had already fallen and exhaustion grew more and more obvious, weighing on his eyelids and shoulders.

The idea of a good sleep had motivated him to finish the day. Setting his headphone on his ears, he pressed a random song on his phone, shutting off the noisy world around him. As a Drake song blasted in his ears, he relaxed, chewing quietly, enjoying the music.

The alarm rang, the doors began closing just as a figure slipped into the train, grabbing on a pole for balance, catching the attention of the people sat there, even Yoongi who rose an eyebrow at the dramatic arrival.

Panting and disheveled, the girl pushed her hair back, readjusting her earphones and making her way to the seats with a few "sorry, thank you sorry!", before taking the vacant one just across from Yoongi. Letting out a breath, she set her bag on the floor, and relaxed in her seat.

Yoongi pulled himself forward, and his eyes traveled along the people, before meeting a pair of sea blue ones, striking him with the strange look inside of them, like something both genuine and refreshing. They had this natural density, making anyone want to immerse themselves into them. Something naive, yet also deep and soothing at the same time. They reminded him of an oasis...

Quickly looking away, the young man internally scowled. Since when did he make comparisons with strangers's eyes? Sure, being a producer and lyrics writer gave him that poetic touch and eye on the world.

Not people though. People never struck an interest. They were boring and all the same. Except for his one and only friend Hoseok.

Apart from him and his parents, he felt people were dull. He'd been deceived a few times, and never wished to waste his time on them. He loved producing music, rapping with his best friend, writing lyrics and living his life in peace.

Hoseok always teased, saying he was like a cat : he wasn't so fond of human interaction, people invading his space, and he thrived in peace and quiet. The girl let out a sigh, rummaging through her bag and pulling out a large notebook.

Frowning in focus, she slipped a pencil out of her sleeve and started scratching the blank paper, rebellious strands of hair falling over her face. Too concentrated, she ignored it. Yoongi couldn't help but observe her for a few seconds.

The other passengers paid no attention, wearing dull expressions, heavy clothing, and solely minding their own business, neatly waiting for their stop.

Earphones in, hair disheveled, crossing her legs to support her notebook, she was a mess, wearing bright yellow tights, a blue jumper and a dark skirt. Adding to the strange but fashionable outfit, she wore a pair of black converse high at her feet that she swayed back and forth, obviously following the rhythm of whatever music played in her ears.

Looking away with a scoff, Yoongi leaned back in his seat, releasing a breath. He closed his eyes, focusing on the music. This year was just beginning and it would be great, he wanted to be successful and he would be.

Some manager would have to check out his music and take him in. He had big hopes, especially with Kim Han Do, surely one of the most greatest managers of the SB music company. The dream.

To get there he had to fit into the demands and go through selection by impressing a smaller company. Then he could be recognized, and therefore get a chance for a bigger company.

He'd produced a lot of music so far, and done a few project for small movies and local stuff. Yoongi dreamed big and he would achieve big.

Yawning as the busy day weighed on his shoulder, Yoongi turned to the window, watching the dark scenery slip past. Glancing at the stranger across from him he realized she was still focused on her drawing. Shrugging his shoulders, the young man recoiled in his seat, and fell asleep.

When he woke up, the train was just about to arrive at his stop. The strange girl had vanished and there were only very few people left. Days were disappointingly the same, mostly. The same trip, the same hardworking time in the studio, except when Hoseok came by, then the same trip back home, take a shower, eat and sleep. He didn't exactly mind. He was driven, solely focused on his goal.

He worked part time at a bar, every weekend and Wednesday. He needed the extra money after all. Mondays were tough but today... somehow was all right.

His phone rang and he picked up.

"Yoooo man how you doin'??!"a voice blared in his ear making him wince and keep the phone away from his face.

"Better before when I could still hear sounds."he grimaced while his friend giggled.

"Yaa sorry, I just had a proposition for you, how about you come to the bar? The boys are all there."

"I've got things to do."

"Like what? Tending to Plushy, do some laundry and go to bed? Nah man you gotta live a little and as your best friend it is my job to make sure you do."

Rolling his eyes, Yoongi shook his head. Hoseok, his hest friend was the complete opposite to him. They had a great dynamic though, completing each other. While Yoongi would rather stay home and begin human trial regarding hibernation for the human race, Hoseok was a real social butterfly.

He basically knew everyone around town, and could fit anywhere, attracting girls, and being successful in the path he'd chosen.

"I was actually going with 'writing lyrics'. But sleep sounds nice."

"Nuh uh, don't make me come get you. Plushy can survive a night without you and they say alcohol can be key to inspiration. Be there at 8'! See ya man."

And he hung up. Growling in defeat, Yoongi sighed before making his way to town, in direction of the bar. His cat Plushy would have to wait, and that was unfortunate.

Pushing the door open, his eyes roamed the room before falling on the group of people sat around the table. Group.. he hated being around too many people, especially after work.

"Duuuuude!!!!"Hoseok called out happily. "You finally made it! Come sit!"he pulled his friend on the bench and started presenting the group. Yoongi merely threw a 'hey guys' before they all began chatting joyfully. Drinks were served and shots were gulped down one after the other.

"Yah, Yoongia, your turn."Hoseok called out, barely even drunk after the five shots.

"No I don't-"

"Drink! Drink! Drink!"they all laughingly claimed, hands hammering the table, urging the young man to take the small glass and gulp it down quickly. A few girls giggled, throwing him sneaky looks that his best friend intercepted, leaning towards his bestie.

"Hey, I saw Mia totally checking you out."

"So what, I'm not interested. "

"Oh come on man, you're gonna die an old man who's never been on a proper date! Worse!"he added, finishing in a whisper. "You'll die a virgin."

"Okay enough with that, just drink your shot Hoseoka, so I can take you home safely, unlike last time."

Pouting a bit, Hoseok gulped down the shot, throwing a wink in Yoona's direction. His arm draped around Yoongi's shoulder. "Okay okay I won't bother you with that anymore, but seriously, get yourself someone. Girl boy whomever suits you best. You need to see the world like a bigger place than just your studio, your appartement and Plushy!"

"People are boring. I'm not really into dating right now, I told you last time."

"What about Mia?"

"Nope. Not happening."

"Kang Seji?"

"Nah."

"Anna?"

"Yah Hoseoka"he growled and quickly shoved a piece of bread in his friend's mouth. "There. You talk too much. You go enjoy life with Yoona and explore what you want to, I'm fine with just my studio and Plushy."

"Tch, you're jusht shaying that now but you'll shee shoon... you'll meet the perfect girl and everything will change. I bet on it."

"Very funny."

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The train slowed down and stopped, all the doors opened. Yoongi slipped inside, finding an empty seat and letting out a yawn. It was six in the morning and he already missed the warm comfort of his bed.

A figure made their way to the seat across from him, plopping down with a sigh. Yoongi's eyes traveled to the girl now sitting in front of him and he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. It was the same girl from the day before. Her hair was a mess still and she wore a scrunched up expression, looking deep in thought.

Putting his earphones on, Suga shut down the world around him and relaxed in his seat. He missed the sudden interest in the girl's eyes as she stared at him for a few seconds before shifting in her seat.

A second later, her drawing set was out and she set to work. Throwing him a glance from time to time without him noticing, she kept going, a smile drawing on her lips at the sudden inspiration. Music played in her headphones as she stuck out her tongue a second, concentrating on her piece of art.

Yoongi's expression intrigued her and she did her best to capture it perfectly as her professor's words rang in her ears.

"No no no! See that's your problem, you're too much into your own fantasy creations that you don't follow a single rule. You need to find that piece of inspiration for the final project before the end of the week or you're out, and your exams are just around the corner so I suggest you get a move on."

"But professor, deadlines ruin all possible inspiration!"

"Well let's hope this time they make it come to you. You're dismissed.".

That piece of inspiration. She'd just found it. In the train. On her way to work. The young man had a strange expression, a mix of grave spark and lively seriousness. His eyes. His eyes were striking. They looked lost in the distance, probably even a little bored, and at the same time, wide open for the world around.

He had to be some kind of artist. His vision of the world was obviously different from the rest of the people present. It was hard to catch and it puzzled her, what might be going through his mind. She made sure not to stare and glance as discreetly as possible as to not be seen.

The music playing in his ears seemed to draw all his attention, his fingers tapping a silent rhythm on his lap, and apparently playing on an invisible keyboard.

Her own feet marked the beat of the song blasting in her ears.

There. Almost done. His lips made her squint her eyes a second longer. They had this slight curve, like a constant smirk, yet a gentle one. She marveled at the impressive amount of details hidden in that puzzling expression of his.

Some kind of peace. Like entering a foreign garden but it's comfortable. It was strange but almost familiar to look at.

There. Done.

She smiled at the result, surprisingly satisfied with it.

Yoongi looked up as the voice called the stop before his. His eyes locked with a pair of sky blue ones, already staring. Without looking away he leveled her with his impressive gaze as a few seconds ticked by.

They both suddenly looked away, pretending to look for a lost item, or scrambling through their bag. The train came to a stop and the girl sprang to her feet, swinging her satchel over her shoulder and storming out. His eyebrow ticked as his eyes followed her exit and he remained seated, feeling weird inside.

The next day he couldn't help but furrow his eyebrows as the same girl sat across from him in his usual car once again. Same for the day after. And the next day. And so on.

They kept meeting in the same car which both were too stubborn to leave, sitting across from each other.

It went as far as they expected each other's presence each morning but Sundays. The girl would almost everytime draw while sitting there, Yoongi noticed, always wearing extravagant outfits which screamed FANTASY ARTIST. At least that's what he thought of it.

A few weeks went by, it just became a habit, sitting in front of each other in the same car, at the same hours. It became a habit and actually turned into a pleasant thing. Having each other's presence in the morning and after work established a comfortable atmosphere, a newfound familiarity they strangely thrived in.

That day, the girl took her usual place in front of Yoongi who quickly gave her a nod of the head and plunged himself in his music, trying to find his inspiration.

As they neared the girl's stop, she suddenly leaned forward and her lips moved but he heard no sound. Slightly annoyed at the disturbance but intrigued at what she had to say, he paused his music and took out one of his earphones, giving her his weary attention.

"I drew you."she simply stated, handing him the drawing.

"Just thought you should know."

Without a word, Yoongi took the drawing from her hand and remained silent, staring at it for a good minute. Before he could say anything she spoke up again. "I'm Dawn by the way,"she said sticking out her hand. "And can I just say, your eyes are strikingly beautiful."

Speechless at the sudden compliment, Yoongi barely had time to shake her hand as she sprang to her feet and sent him a genuine smile. "We're not strangers you and I, right?"

"Um... no?"was all he managed to respond, incapable of making any sense out of the strange exchange they just had.

She seemed to wait for something and he stared at her in silence, his social skills once more proving to be non existent. A chuckle escaped her lips and he noticed the gorgeous dimples on each side of her lips.

"Your name?"she helped, her hand gripping onto the pole.

"Oh um, Yoongi."

"Cool. See you around Yoongi!"she waved and slipped past the open doors onto the platform, cheeks tainted with a slight blush.

Yoongi was left alone with the piece of paper holding a portrait of himself. His eyes trailed down the drawing where her hand had skillfully traced his face. Impressively well done.

He frowned at the depiction of his eyes. It dawned upon him how surprisingly alive they looked the way she'd drawn them.

"Can I just say, your eyes are strikingly beautiful." She'd stated very simply. No one ever told him that, people would compliment his facial features or his figure, but his eyes were known to be quite dull, a mix of dark colors that he'd never taken the time to distinguish precisely.

The way she'd pictured them were far from dull. They were lively, with a strange spark inside of them he was rather a stranger to. They said so many things it pulled him into deep thinking as to exactly what she saw inside his eyes.

He'd been too absorbed in his music to even notice her glancing at him to get the exact tracing. He was so eager to shut down the world around him whilst she took the opportunity to picture it, immortalizing an instant in a spare moment of time.

It reminded him of Hoseok, always seeing more to a person or a place, than there originally seemed to be. Giving a story to the dullest things. Just like she'd just done with his eyes. His mom used to scold him, saying he always seemed to be scowling or glaring at the camera on any family or solo pictures, even when trying to smile.

It was no secret that Yoongi had a negative perception of life. Rather than seeing the glass half full, he'd see it half empty.

Raised by a mother rather hard with her children and expecting a lot from them, he'd had it difficult, refusing to live up to people's expectations... He also learned one thing from his father high on debts and running away after twenty years of marriage: he couldn't trust people. He never expected good from people as to never be disappointed again.

Yoongi didn't hate his father, he just didn't care at all. His mother had never really supported his career as an artist, saying he'd never make enough money and get a good wife. Who cared? He wanted to live doing something he loved and he was just doing that.

Part time jobs were hard on him but despite having a negative nature, Yoongi was a driven person. He had a goal and he would pursue it until the end. He could read it in the eyes of his alter ego scratched down on paper with surprisingly striking details.

It drew a smile on his naturally smirking lips she'd rightfully so traced with her crayon, at the sight of the earphones carefully plugged in his ears. She'd even sketched the black beanie he often wore, just like today.

Somehow this drawing of a Yoongi he had trouble identifying to due to his negative vision of everyone including himself had made his day better and he slipped it in his bag with a smile. He kept in mind the sky blue eyes and the cute dimples framing the smile of a girl artist carrying the first light of morning as a name.

Back in his studio the memory of her smile kept popping up in his mind and his blockage on lyric-writing slowly vanished, inspiration suddenly flowing from the tip of his pen. A stranger in the train was now source of inspiration.

He'd never been into romantic themes or describing people but this time was different. Her eyes intrigued him and he felt the urge to know more, discover the story behind that look. Tapping his hand on the desk he hummed a melody he'd been working on, muttering the first lyrics.

Dawn...he whispered in his head, the poetic name making him picture clear skies and a rising sun just by mentioning it.

Little did he know a little further away, in a large art room, a blue eyed girl precisely scratched on her paper, careful with the details. The eyes were trickiest.

Now paint. Her brush slowly traced the features and filled the drawing with colors. She let out a breath, carefully choosing the colors for the eyes.

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"All right I'll see you guys around!" Yoongi waved at the group of three friends shooting him friendly smiles and waving back.

"You sure you don't want to come have another drink somewhere else?"

"Yeah, I have work to do at home."he excused himself and thanked them again for offering before walking away under their apologetic looks.

Today had been pretty intense and his boss wanted him to submit at least three songs by the end of the week, which was a ton load of work and time. He'd managed to get on a great beginning and was now on his way home. He couldn't wait to go to bed and snuggle under the blanket.

He took out his headphones and just as he held them to his ears someone heavily bumped into him making him drop the precious items with a yelp.

"Sorry!"the man quickly apologized before walking away as if nothing happened. Yoongi sent a glare his way, hands raised before looking down and opening wide eyes. His headphones had fallen into a puddle of water... They were done for.

"No no noooo"he muttered, crouching down and retrieving both pieces. To his greatest dismay, water had done its damage and the headphones were unrecoverable.

Jaw slackened and wearing a crestfallen expression, Yoongi let out a breath, silently mourning his loss.

This was bad. His headphones were his escape from the rest of the world. He didn't have to sit through the noise and the crowd while wearing them. Plus they cost quite the money... now he'd have to sit quietly and hear the noise surrounding him.

He hated crowds and crowded places. They gave him anxiety and made him want to lose it. Music had always been his escape and now he had nothing to listen with.

This was tragic. His day honestly couldn't get any worse. Scowling, the young man made his way into the train, wanting to sit at his usual place but there were too many people. He grimaced and drew in short breaths, wanting nothing but to run away and go on foot.

"Come on just suck it up."he muttered to himself, edging himself closer to the windows.

He'd buy cheap ones as soon as he'd get home.

"I'm sorry, thank you, sorry,"voices echoed here and there, with people pushing through and slipping their way through the mass of people stuck to one another. There were more people than usual, probably because of the annual fair outside of town.

The train kept going and the young man found it harder and harder to breathe in the stuffy place. People were all going to the same place, and therefore not getting off anytime soon.

His frown never left his face and he shut his eyes, trying to drown out the noise, the bad smell and the dull atmosphere.

A hand gently wrapped around his, pulling him out at the next station before he could utter a word. Yoongi opened his eyes wide, too surprised to pull away as he followed.

The person dragged him around, running to another car, and slipping inside. It was far less crowded and there were available seats. Only then did he recognize Dawn with her disheveled hair and bright yellow tights.

He became aware of their linked hands, feeling his cheeks heat up at the notice. Dawn pulled him along to the seats, sitting them down and taking out a small box or earpods.

Without a word she took ahold of one and plugged it in her ear before taking the other one and quickly tucking it in his ear.

"Just close your eyes and you won't see the people."she said and scrolled through her playlists to find one she liked and he might appreciate.

Relaxing in her presence, Yoongi shifted in his seats, unsure of what to say.

"Thanks but I have a very specific taste in music"he started, reaching for the earpiece only for her to swat his hand away.

"This one does not require taste. It's eternal and unique, anyone would like it."

Surprised at the statement Yoongi waited, a small smile playing on his lips at the decisive tone. She pressed on the screen and the music started.

This was something he'd never heard before. He could just tell the song was old by the beat and the composition of the song.

When I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful

A miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical

And all the birds in the trees, well they'd be singing so happily

Oh joyfully, playfully watching me

Frowning at first, the young man shifted in his seat. He'd never been a fan of old songs. He was polite though, and knew better than to walk away on her after she'd got him out of that horrible car filled with too many people to count.

The chorus came and Yoongi's eyebrow ticked. It wasn't so bad. The genre was pop, rock and he didn't hate it. It changed from the usual rap and other modern genres he usually listened to. It held something more peaceful and ... pure?

The lyrics didn't mention anything about love, sex or a breakup for a change.

There are times when all the world's asleep

The questions run too deep

For such a simple man

Won't you please, please tell me what we've learned

I know it sounds absurd

Please tell me who I am

He turned to see Dawn completely immersed in the song, a smile playing on her lips as her right foot marked the rhythm and she scrunched up her face nodding her head in rhythm, despite all the people present she seemed to give no importance to them, solely focused on the song.

He realized that Dawn was also quite dorky, in a cute way.

"It's great right?"she said with a wide smile, too communicative for him not to mirror. Nodding his head, the young man pursed his lips and responded. "Who sings?"

"Supertramp. I'm a big fan."she admitted as the song became a mess of instruments and beat, all in a good way.

A couple watched the duo with amusement, while another woman stared at Dawn with a disapproving look. Yoongi intercepted her stare and his eyebrow ticked as he leveled her with a cold gaze. The woman met his eyes and shuddered, quickly looking away.

The song ended and Dawn scrolled through her playlist once more until his hand stopped hers.

"Can you put it on again?"

"What, the one we just listened to?"

"Yeah."

"Sure!"she beamed at him and nudged him teasingly. "I knew you'd like it!" she spoke as though they were nothing but old friends.

The song began again and this time Yoongi relaxed completely, enjoying the music. He kept his eyes open, looking out through the window and watching the tunnels, trees and houses whooshing past.

He suddenly remembered he'd forgotten to do something and he turned to the stranger-not-stranger next to him.

"Thanks for dragging me out of there by the way."

He realized he liked the dimple smile she sent his way with a gentle look in her eyes.

"You're welcome. I was actually stuck in the same car and I saw what the man did, breaking your headphones. What a dick!"she spoke truthfully. "My headphones are a lifeline most of the time so..."

Surprised at the statement, the young man couldn't help but identify to it.

"It's honestly the same for me, music helps me out in many tough situations and I wasn't ready to lose that today. Plus I was having a really bad day so thank you."

To his surprise she looked down, almost sheepish.

"Well I kinda owed you something..."she started, a little shy, therefore drawing his attention.

"I have to say, I drew you once before... in the train.."she trailed off, biting on her tongue and expecting a negative reaction from his side so she quickly justified herself.

"But to my defense you're so good looking, as an artist I couldn't just do nothing! I'd been losing inspiration for days and then bam! There you are, with those dashing eyes of yours, just sitting in front of me, what was I supposed to do? Nothing? No no no, I had to draw it so I did and honestly you really helped me out"she rambled on, "my inspiration has come back flowing and I've created all sorts of characters using your face and I'm really satisfied with my work now that-"

She suddenly cut herself off after that outburst and bit on her lower lip, blushing furiously. Yoongi's gaze on her was unwavering and almost intimidating.

"So... thanks and also I'm sorry. I should've asked you first..."she finished.

Just as embarrassed as she was, Yoongi had no idea what to say to this and was still processing all the informations.

"Um... it's okay?"he went for, unsure.

Her eyes met his, relief and surprise etched on her face.

"Wait- really? You're not mad?"

"No"he shrugged,

"I'm surprised though, as to why you'd chose me of all people and find inspiration with... this."he said motioning for himself. Her face fell, eyes widening at the statement which could be nothing but wrong.

"Er... I'm sorry but have you seen you?!"

"Well-"

"You have dashing features, perfect body proportions and your eyes..."she trailed off, looking straight into them with a small smile. "Your eyes tell a thousand different stories. They're beautiful."

Yoongi wondered since when he listened to strangers telling him he had beautiful eyes. His gaze remained locked with hers, trying to see what she saw, and wondering what the world looked like through her own clear blue eyes.

There was a sort of comfort that he found as they stared at each other for what seemed like forever. The music kept playing, the train kept moving but time seemed to stand still.

Dawn was first to look away, licking her lips nervously. The young man's eyes scanned her face and his gaze softened at the sight of the blush tainting her cheeks.

"You're a great artist, Dawn."he softly spoke, meaning it. "And I appreciate the portrait you made of me. I really do."

Dawn's eyes sparkled, lifting her head to look at him once more, a smile lighting up her face,

"You do?! Oh you have no idea how happy that makes me!"she exclaimed, joining her hands and shaking her head. "I've been struggling for weeks with my professor who says my drawings have got no artistic essence, which honestly hurts a little bit."

Yoongi smiled at that honest statement and nodded his head.

"I get it. My boss rarely ever agrees on my songs. He says a deaf dog could do better."

"Now that's rude."she frowned. "Wait you're a songwriter??? That's like, the dopest thing ever!!"

Yoongi chuckled at her enthusiasm, appreciating it.

"Well, trying to be."

"Omg, that's so cool! What kind of songs do you write? And do you struggle with inspiration as well or does it come flowing from the tip of your pen?"

The last question made him look at her once more, scanning her face and taking in the depth of her eyes already on him.

They're like the ocean. Deep and one can easily get lost in them.

He answered with a shake of the head, "No, it comes and go and sometimes it doesn't come for days which turns our to be quite frustrating. But I also produce songs so when I lack inspiration I go for the melody and composition itself."

Dawn nodded, highly interested before going on with another question. Yoongi patiently answered, animated, and inquired after her as well. They talked for longer then they would have thought they would, sharing their lives as artist, the pros and cons of being part of that world.

As it turned out, Dawn dreamed of showing off her own exhibition and specialize in photography. She showed some of her work to Yoongi who followed and looked through with much interest.

He liked the way her eyes sparkled and her face was animated when she talked about something she loved. He himself found comfort in sharing some of his dreams to her, dreams of becoming a renown producer and songwriter.

He even admitted that he loved rapping and chuckled when she suggested that he recorded his own mixtape.

"If you have the passion plus the talent you should most definitely go for it. I promise I'll listen to it!"

He laughed wholeheartedly, enjoying himself.

"Then I'll come to your exhibition."

"You'd better!"she teased, holding out her hand that he shook, sealing the promise.

It was a strange bond they had, two strangers in the train, randomly talking to each other and sharing their dreams and hope. Artist were fantasy people, and it was no surprise that they clicked so well.

Yoongi felt disappointed when her stop came and he barely had time to stop her from leaving, asking in a heartbeat.

"The song, what's the name of that song we listened to?"

Beaming at him, the young girl quickly answered, "the logical song."

"Thanks, see you."

"See ya!"she waved and left, her long skirt flowing with each step she made.

When Yoongi went home, a goofy smile had invaded his face and he picked up Plushy who meowed miserably and stroked her head gently, "I had a great day today Plushy, you know that?" Dropping a quick kiss on her fur, he let her go.

He went to bed and the first thing he did was add the Logical Song to his playlist, before putting it on. He smiled at the memory of the small hand grabbing on his own, and pulling him along to the seats.

His head on the pillow was filled with a pair of sea blue eyes sparkling and smiling at the same time. He found himself smiling in the dark at the memory of their long talk and the way she told him about her dreams and hopes in life.

The next day he woke up quicker than usual, getting dressed and running to the station in order to get the right train. He rushed in to their seats, sitting down and preparing his new headphones. It felt forever until her stop came and the doors opened. They were about to close on q very disappointed Yoongi when a figure slipped in, panting and looking around before settling on the young man.

Her smile instantly came back and she nodded her head, sitting across from him.

"Hey!"

"Hi"he responded quietly, eyeing her figure and the fashionable outfit she was wearing. A pair of denim pants ripped on the knees with a T-shirt saying I am kind of a big deal... with a green daim jacket and her eternal pair or black high converse.

He himself wore nothing but a black outfit with his favourite beanie.

"Ready for today?"he asked knowing from the day before that she had an important exam that afternoon.

"No..?"she said slightly unsure, looking rather nervous.

"Hey you'll do great."he softly spoke, before wondering once more why on earth he'd be encouraging this girl he barely knew and acting as though they were nothing but old friends? It felt like that anyway, eventhough the word friend made him cringe for some reason.

"Thanks. I'm really nervous though..."

Nodding his head Yoongi grabbed his bag and opened it, taking ahold of a box he handed to her.

"Here. I prepared some strawberries today because they help me with inspiration for some reason. But you should have them for today. I can assure you they'll help."

Raising her eyebrows at the kind offer, Dawn stared at the box before looking at him.

"But you prepared these for yourself-"

"Don't worry about me, I have other stuff to eat that helps me"he lied, hiding from her the fact that these strawberries which really helped with inspiration were actually his only meal of the day apart from his noodles in the evening.

"Take it."he insisted gently. "They're free"he chuckled and she eventually accepted them from his hand with a grateful smile.

"Thank you Yoongi"

Those few words made his heart swell and he shrugged it off in appearance. "It's nothing. Make sure to eat them all otherwise it doesn't work."he joked, earning a laugh from her side.

"All right then I most definitely will."

During the whole day Yoongi found inspiration for his music but struggled with an empty stomach, making him slightly more irritable.

He left work tired and grumpy, sliding in the train seat with a sigh. The melody simply wasn't right. The chords weren't harmonious enough.

The train stopped and Dawn rushed in, looking around until her eyes settled on Yoongi and she ran up to him, touching his arm, making him jump in surprise.

"Yoongi!"she greeted with sparkling eyes.

She quickly sat down in front of him,

"Guess what?!"

"Let me take a wild guess, your exam-"

"-went super well yes!!"she squealed.

"Guess the strawberries worked"he winked her way as she nodded vigorously.

"Yes thank you so much it really gave me the confidence I needed. I'm pretty sure I nailed it!"

"I'm glad"he smiled tiredly and she frowned.

"You look pretty much worn out though... did your boss yell again? Or did you not find the inspiration you needed?"

"I did, I'm just a bit tired that's all."

His stomach growled and he grimaced at the sudden expression of realization she had.

"Oh my god,.. you did eat today right?"

"Of course I did"he lied waving his hand. "I just didn't eat enough I guess."

"The strawberries "she said filled with guilt but he quickly waved it off.

"No no, hey don't worry, I'm fine."

"But you don't have a cafeteria or something where you work?"

"Nope."

"Where exactly do you work?"

"Bangtan studio. It's near Namsan tower."

"Right."

Silence settled between them and after about five seconds Yoongi scoffed with a small smile. "Enough with the guilt trip, Dawn I'm fine "

"Okay okay."she raised her hands in surrender before an idea popped into her head and once the train stopped for her, she waved and went home as quickly as possible. The meal was ready in a matter of an hour, and she packed it nicely in a few boxes, counting all the side dishes.

Her smile grew wider the next day as she held her precious package in her arms and waited for the train. She went in and to her greatest dismay, Yoongi was nowhere to be seen. Her face fell and she looked around, eyes wide as if her vision had vanished and there was something wrong with her seeing capacity.

He had to be somewhere... right? Or maybe he missed the train... she tried to make her way out but the doors closed before she could step outside.

Slightly disappointed, the young girl kept the package and made her way to work as usual. The day went by slower than usual and she couldn't wait to take the train home and see Yoongi who for some reason had become an important part of her daily life.

However Yoongi wasn't on the train home and she started to worry that maybe he'd been sick, after wearing himself out with work. She decided to wait another day and see. When he wasn't there the next day morning and evening she grew even more worried and went home pretty dejected.

She consoled herself by listening to the Logical Song reminiscing the day they'd listened to it together. She remembered the courage she'd managed to pluck up to walk up to the young man and drag him away from the crowd which seemed to bother him quite a lot.

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Part 2 coming right up!🥰

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