12:00

Bam!

It was exactly twelve at the noon, Yoongi slowly opened his eyes only to found himself lying down in the middle of the road. He attempted to sit up but before he could do so, a sharp pain shot up in his head, he could see the wheels of his motorcycle right in front of him along with the scratches made all around. Although the place was unfamiliar, yet it seemed familiar in a strange way. 

The only thing Yoongi could hear was a long beep, his vision was turning blurry, his head was throbbing like crazy. He felt like his innards were being replaced by some kind of black hole. Then nausea crept from his abdomen to his head and the world went black.

The once scarlet pool of thick blood had turned brown on the damp concrete as Yoongi's pale hand dropped limp. 

With a stinging pain in his head, Yoongi was able to flutter his eyes open. The first thing he saw was a white ceiling that temporarily blinded him. As he traced his hand around his pounding head, there were bandages wrapped all around. His eyes then trailed down to see an IV tube attached to his wrist. It didn't take him any longer to realize that he was on a bed, on a hospital bed.

Multiple questions soon flooded his mind.

What happened after he had gotten into the accident? How he was here? Who brought him here? For how long, he had been unconscious?

No matter how much he stressed his senses, Yoongi couldn't remember a single thing.

"Oh, you're finally awake!" A boy with soft grey hair barged right into the room.

"W-Who are you?" Yoongi tugged the blanket close to his chest in a protective stance.

"Chill, chill! I'm not here to harm you,"

"I found you lying knocked out on the road. You were horribly covered in blood, so I brought you here." 

"T-Thanks." Yoongi sluggishly loosened up his grip on the blanket. He didn't know what else to say so he pursed his lips into a small smile.

"Are you feeling better now?" The former asked as he took a seat beside Yoongi's bed.

"Yes, it hurts a little... but I think it's bearable now." 

"Thankfully, there were no major injuries," The boy sighed in front of Yoongi sighed heavily.

"I tried to reach out to your family but I didn't seem to find your phone, it must've been lost during the accident."

"Oh, by the way, I'm Kim Seokjin." He stretched out his palm, and contrary to Yoongi's cold hand, it felt warm, as if assuring him everything will be fine.

"I'm Yoongi. Min Yoongi." This time, Yoongi returned a bright grateful smile, his gums instantly flashing.

When nobody cared to help him, nobody gave a damn whether he was alive or died, they just passed by, seeing him supine insentient like that, Jin aided him. He couldn't be more thankful to that complete 'stranger' for saving his life.

And just like that, Yoongi found a friend in the form of Jin. A friend which he thought he will never be able to have throughout his life.

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Bee got up almost immediately with acute pain in her head. Taking in the surroundings eventually, the place seemed recognizable.

"What the f—"

Her eyes were wide as saucers when she found out it was actually her College.

"No way,"

She was still in a perplexed state when a melody of slow, mellow music attracted her and she didn't realize how her feet had moved involuntarily and now she stood in front of a room, a practice room.  

The maroon velvet curtains were smooth against her fingers. She couldn't hold the urge and as a result, she was already peeking through the gaps in the curtains. The room was dimly lit—ironic for a practice room. The floor was exceptionally clean and shiny, one could almost see their own reflection in it. There was actually a lone reflection, a reflection of a boy who was floating gracefully around the room to the sound of the softly playing music beats.

She couldn't see his face from her place, but she could tell chestnut brown bangs were hugging his perspiring forehead. With such ease and without effort in serenity, he motioned his feet, arms straight up in the air as if aiming for the stars, wondering he might just become one and could make the stars dance along with his rhythm. The mirrored walls in front of him were foggy, replicating the same silky moves. It looked like he was more than a match for gravity, light for his sole, and light for her soul.

How can he do that,

Bee remained silent, just admiring in awe how his body progressed, despite the murky lighting; it was the sweetest of bliss. He looked so free when dancing like nothing was restricting him and that's when he flows. The way he moves every bit of his features as if each motion was an emotional spark, a spark for him and for her who praised with all her heart. 

He suddenly got startled when a sound was made. Bee facepalmed herself when she accidentally dropped a jardinière which was placed near the entrance. 

"W-Who's there?"

Bee knew she screwed up so she had no option but to went inside. 

"S-Sorry. Did I disturbed you?" God, she was internally facepalming herself for the second time for asking the obvious question.

"Were you watching me the whole time?" 

"Ah, y-yes. You were dancing so elegantly that I couldn't help myself." Nothing but pure embarrassment was evident on her now completely flushed cheeks.

"Aha, it was nothing. I was just—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Bee chirped nearly unanticipatedly. "If you don't mind, can I ask you for something?"

She took the silence received from him as a sign to continue, "Can you teach me?"

"What?!" 

"I mean...dance." She didn't notice how she was fiddling with her fingers, her teeth biting into her lips.

"B-But I'm not a choreographer or something, I just dance because it pleases me." He said, slightly running a hand through his half-wet hair.

"I really want to learn."

"Please?"

He himself didn't know how the gentle expression in her eyes melted his own determination in a matter of few seconds.

"Fine!"

"Really? Thank you so much!"

"Okay, so what's your name?"

He could swear if he wasn't surprised by her for the umpteenth time within a span of just a few minutes.

"I mean...what should I call you?"

"Hoseok. You can call me Hoseok."

"Alright, shall we start now?"

Honestly, she would've been offended till now by how he didn't even bother to ask her name but blame her attraction or something else, she was too mesmerized by the person standing in front of her.

Hoseok gestured her the movements by doing himself. "Straighten your arms like this, foot forward."

She copied him well until she twirled and tripped. 

Before she could hit the floor, a pair of comfy hands draped around her waist. She was now staring right into his eyes. She couldn't estimate at the moment at which speed her heart was racing, threatening to jump straight out of her chest, a crimson hue already crawling up her cheeks.  

That was the moment, she lost herself deeply in his almond eyes.

That was the moment, she fell for him.

But she didn't know one thing, besides him, there was something that was secretly glancing at them, a clock which hung at the top right corner, and it showed...12:00.

Author's Note:

I know it might be a little confusing for now but all the things will fall into their right places eventually. Thank you for reading.

Have a nice day/night! Take care and stay safe~

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