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You were browsing through the records, lost in your thoughts when someone behind you cleared their voice.
“Ahem, I’m sorry I just wanted to let you know that we’re closing in a couple of minutes. I’m fine with staying a few minutes longer, but just so you know,” a smooth and deep voice said behind you.
You turned to look into the face of the cute shop owner - or at least you thought it was his shop. Dark eyes were looking at you closely, a piece of his long hair falling across his right eye. “Oh, sorry, I must have forgotten time, I was lost in my thoughts,” you said apologetically.
A small smile formed on the cute guy’s lips. “Don’t worry! Are you looking for anything in particular? Maybe I can help,” he suggested and stepped a little bit closer.
He was cute - his slightly wavy black hair came just to his shoulders and he had a cute little mole next to his button nose.
“Uhm, I was just browsing but now that I’m thinking about it I am looking for a record that I would always listen to with my dad when I was younger,” you answered. His dark eyes were focussing on you - you didn’t know what to do with all of his attention. He nodded so you kept going.
“It’s Pendulum by Credence Clearwater Revival. He lives across the country so I always listen to it when I miss him or I’m sad,” you explained. His dark eyes softened at that bit of information. “I’m sorry you feel that way. I know it might not be helpful right now but everything is temporary, even the sorrow you carry,” he said softly as his eyes were flicking over the shelves as he put his lips in a small pout.
You watched him as he seemed to think. “Hmmm, I think Namjoon-ah might have it over there,” he rather mumbled to himself after a few seconds. He motioned you to follow him across the aisle. He quickly flipped through the records. You didn’t fail to notice his hands - they were beautiful.
“You mind if it's second hand?” he asked and held up a copy of Pendulum. You shook your head. “No, actually it’s perfect! Thank you.”
You took the record out of his hands and looked at the cover. You missed your dad so much and the record player he had sent you a few days ago had been a sweet surprise. He wasn’t a man of many words but more of actions.
When you had called him to tell you that your fiancé had broken up with you he silently listened to your crying over the phone. Three days later the record player was sent to you, a silent consolation for your pain. Music has always been your dad’s love language.
“Great,” the small smile on his lips turned bigger. Wait a second… his voice - it sounded familiar. But you were unable to pinpoint where you could’ve met him before. His face seemed like one you would’ve remembered. You followed him to the cash register to pay for the record. “You’re lucky, it’s in great condition,” he said as he checked the record for any scratches.
That voice… “Have we met before?” you asked him. Cute guy stopped in his tracks and stared at you. “Uhm, no… I don’t think so,” he said slowly as he rubbed his neck. “Hm - ” you mumbled, brows still furrowed “I could’ve sworn we did, because I feel like I have heard your voice before.”
“Maybe you’re mistaking me for someone else,” he just shrugged. He handed the record to you. You looked at his face, your brain still trying to work out this mystery. “Possibly,” you said. You turned to take another look at him before you left the shop. His gaze was on you the entire time.
You knew that you had heard his voice. Somewhere.
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Usually Yoongi would have been annoyed when customers were taking longer to browse the shop. It was almost time to close the shop and he had wanted to leave early today. It was only because Namjoon had begged him to cover the late shift today that he was even at the shop.
He has been going over the playlist for today’s radio show for the past hour when the bells above the door rang and you showed up. Yoongi groaned quietly - hopefully you wouldn’t take too long.
He saw you entering the shop and got back to his notes. If you were looking for something you would certainly talk to him.
But with each passing minute, Yoongi grew more restless as he kept checking the watch. You were taking your sweet time to browse thoroughly through all records - it seemed like you were not looking for anything particular.
At quarter to eight he couldn’t bear it any longer. He silently approached you and cleared his throat. Yoongi had made up his mind that he could stay 5 minutes longer before he had to leave for the studio.
When he stood right in front of you he could see how your face appeared a bit puffy and your eyes were red. Like you have been crying. He felt sorry for you, even though he didn’t know what actually happened. But it seemed like music was your comfort, too. Or else you wouldn’t stand here and look mindlessly at records.
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As he closed the shop and walked to his car he thought about you. It had surprised him. So far, no one had recognized his voice. Only his friends and family knew that he actually was DJ Suga at Honey FM, a late night dj radio, giving advice to people who sought it and playing carefully curated playlists.
Whilst Yoongi was driving, he kept thinking about you. How you told him that that particular record was a comfort to you. He also thought you were cute, but he was too shy to ask for your name or even number.
No, Yoongi liked the comfort of his life - change was something he didn’t like or even welcomed. Maybe your paths would cross again but what were the chances. Damn, he could’ve just slipped a note with his number into the record sleeve - why did all the good ideas always come too late?
There was nothing to be done about it - he had his chance and blew it. At least he could cheer on people with more courage than him today. And that was the only thing that mattered in the end.
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As soon as you came home you walked to your new record player and put on your new record. Music began to fill up your apartment and you sat on your favourite dark green arm chair you had brought from your old home.
You felt another wave of tears coming up, you were still upset about how your fiancé had dumped you. Especially since you moved towns for him, so he could stay at his job.
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The second you had stepped into your future apartment you had sensed that something was off with him. How his mind was absent and how he constantly checked his phone. “It’s work related, trust me,” was all he said trying to console you.
But the growing unease in your stomach told you a different story as well as the sounds that came from your shared bedroom one day when you came home from your workout class.
One month - it only took one month to break apart your 3-year long distance relationship. You didn’t even listen to him as he tried to explain himself. The only thing you could focus on was the fact that he cheated on you with one of his co-workers. That he didn’t see a future with you and had actually wanted to break up after a few months after you got together but wanted to see how it would all turn out. That night you packed your bags and left the apartment.
Luck was on your side and you found a small flat quickly. You hadn’t brought much with you from your old home, so your new house was rather empty. You tried to see it as a new beginning but it felt lonely to be so far away from your family and closest friend.
Olivia and her boyfriend had come to help you get the three furniture pieces you actually owned and the rest of your stuff you couldn’t take with you and hauled them to your new home. Then you cried together on the floor whilst Matthew was assembling your new bed frame, so you actually had a place to sleep.
“You sure you’ll be fine here?” she had asked, her eyes full of concern. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Work will keep me busy and I’ve signed to a workout class. Also I have a whole city to explore,” you managed trying to console her.
“You call anytime if something’s up or you’re getting too lonely, okay? I can come anytime you want,” she said as she left the apartment. “Alright mum, don’t worry! It’s just a dent in my life, nothing too much to worry about,” you said. Olivia turned back to look at you - you could tell she didn’t believe you. “___, promise me, you call,” Olivia was pointing a finger at you. “Yes, I will. Now go or you’ll be stuck in traffic!” you said as you waved goodbye.
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That was a little over three weeks ago. After your daily phone call with Olivia you biked into town and explored some of the cute shops you had seen. In a small bookstore you got two new books as well as a pretty vase. At the flower shop you found a pretty bouquet of dried flowers that would look lovely with the new vase. The shop owner even helped you pick the flowers and assembled the bouquet in a beautiful way. His heart-shaped smile never left his face whilst doing his work. He radiated so much warmth that it gave you some comfort.
It was getting late and you were getting hungry but then your eyes closed in on the record store at the corner. You had a record player but no records. Your feet were already on their way to the shop before you could think about it. You barely noticed the cute guy at the cash register as you walked over to the shelves.
Though the sadness in you was more prominent than anything else, you couldn’t help but to smile a little as you left the shop. Everything is temporary . Even the sorrow that you carry.