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monday, 7:15 am
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yoongi doesn't remember the first time he met the boy with stars in his voice, and that's pretty weird, right? aren't you supposed to keep in mind the first meeting with the person who turned your life upside down? but then, does the universe remember seeing its first star being born? last night in his sleep, yoongi asked him. he just shrugged and lovingly stared at all the shimmering galaxies spread on his robe. and yoongi figured it wasn't that important, so he brushed this worry off his shoulders and continued to listen to his star humming, who scribbled into his notebook.
the pale winter-sun had tangled itself in the star's blonde-dyed hair, having dragged itself out from behind the clouds only for this occasion. his nose is buried in the usual huge pastel-pink scarf, looped around his shoulders over a black coat. sitting on the uncomfortable bench, his form is hunched over to protect himself from the cold, but his reddened hand moves swiftly over the paper.
"good morning, byeol." yoongi says his usual line, keeping his equally usual distance of two meters, standing right under the bus-sign. his star's humming doesn't stop, only raises its pitch as he looks at yoongi, smiling warmly. then he returnes his focus to his notes, humming dropping back to its original tone.
scientists discovered stellar sound waves, that stars make noise, did you know that? like earthquakes, these star-quakes are vibrations which can be recorded. the universe is woven through with billions of singing stars and harmonizing galaxies. even though when you're floating in space you're not hearing anything at all.
he is like that. yoongi's hearing, his whole being is tuned to his star's melodies, even though nobody else seems to hear them. just like right now. there are other students waiting at this bus-stop, all shivering, stomping their feet, looking still half-asleep or happily chatting, but nobody seems to have noticed that a star sits right in their midst, doing something so mundane like last-minute homework.
yoongi might have to mention that they'd never actually talked to each other. he don't know the other's name, and the boy never asked why he calls him star. yoongi never heard him utter a single word. they are both just there, a humming star and its listener, and it was good, it was enough.
but it's this morning, when the bus arrives and everyone eagerly rushes inside and star gets nudged by a couple of impatient shoulders, causing him to puff out his cheeks in slight annoyance, that yoongi decides that it isn't enough anymore.
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jimin remembers clearly when he first met the boy who makes him think of his favourite ice cream, because every morning jimin meets him anew. he never gets tired of their endless first meetings. in fact they're the reason why jimin became a morning person in the first place. guess nothing is as effective against sleepiness than a fast beating heart.
jimin notices him long before he opens his mouth. the boy's hands are resting in the pocket of his oversized grey hoodie, which means he is relaxed. when he's nervous he crosses his arms over his chest and nibbles at his lips. yesterday he was nervous, and jimin would've loved to know why, but of course he didn't ask.
he'd never seen the other wearing a jacket or a coat, by the way, but he doesn't seem to be cold.
"good morning, byeol." he finally says and gives jimin an excuse to look up at him. mint-green hair pokes out from under the black beanie with a big bobble at the end. the melody in jimin's head changes when their eyes meet. quickly he drops his gaze back to the hated homework before it gets too overwhelming.
if i'm a star, then i want to pull you into my orbit.
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yoongi looks for him inside the bus, but like star he's more on the shorter spectrum concerning body-height, and he cannot get up on his toes because the damn vehicle shakes too much. it's maddening to have him so close, to have his hum tugging in my chest, but being unable to see him.
the sudden desperation surprises yoongi, mingling itself with a thread of fear. as if by deciding that enough is no longer enough, a whole galaxy erupted inside him, unable to be contained by mere skin and bones.
dear universe, how do you find your way through ngc 2440?
but yoongi's not sleeping so he doesn't answer.
when they get off the bus he sees star briefly, because the sun gently caresses his hair to wish him a good day. yoongi wishes he could do the same. instead sends a smile to the back of his shoulders.
that's the last yoongi sees of him that day. they get swirled into different directions of the huge area that is the campus of their university.
"higher physics" with an instant coffee-cup next to him.
"methods of modern astrophysics", trying to measure his own new galaxy through formulas on the laptop.
lunch-break at the usual table, stealing food off his friends' plates.
falling through numbers and symbols and diagrams.
another cup of coffee and yoongi's friends accepting that there's no sensible conversation to be had with him today.