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~ Yoongi's POV~
I sighed as I sipped the last of my coffee, waiting for the same damn train ride I take every day I venture into that hell hole I call work. I looked around at all the people waiting on the platform and almost felt my skin crawl. I can't stand being around people, save for the few friends I had. But they all had found their "soulmates" or some bullshit, and they were pretty insufferable to be around lately. At least being in a crowd like this, you can disappear, which is what I preferred. As the train arrived and the doors opened, people swarmed coming off and on. I was bumped around between people, as I worked my way through them to try to squeeze on the already full train. As I looked around and noticed no empty seats, I sighed and grabbed hold of the handle hanging above my head, cringing at the thought of how many germs were squirming on the surface of this thing. I almost started to fall asleep as the swaying of the train car lulled me into a false sense of relaxation. The fact that it was so warm in there didn't really help much either, making me even sleepier. My eyes started to get heavy and I would close them momentarily, trying to catch what rest I could.
Suddenly I started to feel a tingling sensation on the back of my neck, making my eyes shoot open. I took my free hand and rubbed the skin on my neck, trying to rid myself of the uncomfortable feeling. It didn't really help, in fact the feeling almost seemed to get stronger. I let go of the handle to roll up the sleeves on my dress shirt, trying to cool myself from the suddenly stifling temperature. The tingling seemed to move down my spine, making me get chills, despite the warmth. I better not be getting sick, because I do not have the time for that shit. God, it was almost getting hard to breathe in here. Thank God I only had two more stations to go. We pulled up to the first one and a bunch of people got off, and not many got on, freeing up some much needed space in the cramped car. I even found an empty seat to sit in as the doors closed. I felt a sigh of relief as the tingling sensation seemed to subside. I decided to slip my earbuds in and listen to music the rest of the way, hoping it would help the ride go by quicker. I closed my eyes and thrummed my fingers against my leg to the beat, softly nodding my head. Music was my escape and my savior. It didn't matter what I was going through in my life, music helped me get through it without losing my sanity.
Before I knew it, my stop was here and I was able to get out of this tin can. As we came to a stop I quickly exited and made my way to the office I worked for. My job was incredibly boring, but it paid enough to keep food on the table and if I lived a simple lifestyle, it allowed me to save to pursue my passions.
"Min Suga!" I heard someone shout from behind me. My eyes widened slightly as I spun around, only to see my friend Hoseok walking toward me.
"Hoseok, I asked you not to call me that in public." I grumbled putting my hands in my pockets and starting to continue my walk.
"It just rolls off the tongue so well!" he laughed, jogging up to keep pace with me.
"Ugh, can't today be over already?" I groaned, as we made our way inside the office.
"Wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, sunshine?" he said, way too cheerfully for my liking. I shot him a look before rolling my eyes and getting on the elevator.
"Any day I have to come to this shit hole is a day I wake up on the wrong side of the bed." I replied, looking at my watch.
"Why don't you just quit, Yoongs? You have more than enough money saved up to live off of until you find something else." he suggested, shrugging.
"You know I can't do that. That money is being saved for important stuff. You of all people should understand." I replied, shaking my head. As the doors open we got off to see Namjoon standing there, tapping his foot as Taehyung waved from his desk.
"I thought you guys were gonna be late for sure." he sighed as we made our way to our desks.
"Dude, they are still five minutes early." Taehyung said, scrunching up his forehead. We sat down and started the tedious day of calling and speaking with health insurance companies. My job was to get medical procedures authorized for patients coming in to the hospital, so there was a lot of arguing with insurance offices, which always just irritated me more. Time seemed to move slower today than usual. As the day neared it's end, time crawled.
"Oh, did I tell you guys what Jin did for me last weekend?" Namjoon said, breaking out into a huge grin.
"I don't want to hear your freak sex stories." I replied as I hung up the phone and took off my headset.
"You're no fun, Yoongs. What did he do, Joon?" Hoseok asked, sounding like an excited child.
"Jin made dinner reservations at that new place that I've been dying to try, and after dinner, he surprised me with my favorite..." Namjoon was gushing. He continued telling Hoseok and Taehyung some sappy shit that they did together, and I chose to tune them out. Hobi was just as bad when he would talk about his boyfriend, Junhong, but we all called him by his stage name, Zelo. Taehyung was even worse. He found his supposed "soulmate" fairly recently and they were so incredibly sickening to be around. I sighed in relief as it hit five o'clock, releasing me from this torture. At least today was Thursday, meaning I had only one more half-day of this mind numbing place before I had two days off.
"Alright, I will see you guys later." I said, standing up and slinging my messenger bag across my body.
"Hey, wait! Did you want to come to lunch with us tomorrow?" Hoseok asked as he stood up and put on his jacket. God I really didn't want to, but I suppose I had to try to keep these friendships going, though I sure didn't feel like it lately.
"That depends...am I going to be a seventh wheel?" I asked, raising my eyebrow as I pressed the button for the elevator.
"No, hyung. Jungkook can't come tomorrow, he has class and can't get out of it." Taehyung almost pouted.
"Yeah and Jin can't leave the cafe early. He hasn't hired enough new workers yet." Namjoon replied.
"Zelo actually is coming, but we can talk about music, Yoongs! You know he has been wanting to come and sit down with us! He is really good. Plus, God you should see the way he moves..." Hoseok said, getting a dreamy look in his eye. I rolled my eyes and sighed before nodding in agreement.
"Yeah, but you start that lovey making out shit once, and I'm out." I said as the elevator door opened.
"I can restrain myself. Oh....Oh my." Hoseok said, standing still and putting his hand over his chest.
"What's wrong?" Namjoon asked, his brow furrowing in concern.
"He must be really upset about something." he replied, clutching at his chest. I fought the urge to roll my eyes as I walked onto the elevator. They all stood there talking as the doors shut and I silently made my way back to the train station. I didn't buy in to all that "soulmate" stuff. Hoseok used to swear up and down that he didn't believe it either, but he has always been a romantic. When he met Zelo, I thought it was just another love tryst, but this one stuck around. I still think they just love each other. As we reached the first stop, I already started to feel that tingling feeling in my neck again. I must be overworked and overtired. The feeling continued to bug me, working it's way down my spine again. I closed my eyes and let out a soft sigh as I swear I caught the scent of fresh fruit. Man I really must be going nuts. As I finally reached my stop, and walked off of the train, my senses started to clear. Thankfully, my apartment was only a block from the train station, or I think I would have curled up on the sidewalk and went to sleep. As I walked through my front door I loosened my tie and started undressing, tossing clothes along the way. I didn't bother to eat dinner, I was simply too exhausted. I had stayed up way too late the previous night, working in my studio. As much as I wanted to tonight, my bed called to me, singing a sweet serenade. I lost the last of my clothing, save for my boxers, and crawled into bed. I swear as soon as I hit my pillow, I lost consciousness, the smell of fresh fruit still lingering in my nostrils.
