Of Lights and Lattes.
Min Yoongi (Suga)
In which two strangers are stuck in a glass elavator over rainy Seoul share a cup of coffee and leave not so as strangers anymore.
You press the button for the fourth time, earning an annoying buzz in return then silence once more. You sigh and slide to the floor, your back to the wall, bringing your knees to your chest. At this rate, you were going to be late.
You look up to see your prison mate. He was pushing the button, his back to you, his shopping bags at his feet. After the seventh buzz he sighed and sat opposite to you, his pose mirroring yours. His bags still in their place.
"No one’s picking up." He states the obvious.
"Yeah. I know, I tried." You reply.
He sighs and looks to the lights; you were stuck in one of those transparent elevators. The city looked miniature from this height, like a child’s play thing. It was pretty and terrifying at the same time.
"I wish I had my camera with me right now. This is one hell of a view."
"You could just use your phone, you know. It’s the same thing."
He shook his head. “Not the same. A camera’s more….real. You feel yourself capturing the moment. It’s therapeutic, like painting but without that amount of effort. Plus, it’s easier to control.”
You consider his words for a moment. “I get it. It’s like those people who prefer physical books to e-readers.”
"I guess you could compare it to that." He wanted to say more, it was more than that to him but she was a stranger and he refused to be an open book.
"….Hello. Did someone buzz? Is it the kids playing again or are you stuck for real?" A voice cut off his train of thoughts. The girl stood up and went up to the speaker.
"Hey. No we’re really stuck. How soon can you get us out?" She sounded almost annoyed.
"Umm, yeah about that. This is the first time someone is actually stuck in one of these things. It’s past closing time so it’s going to take some time. What floor are you guys on?"
He stood up and went to the other speaker. “We’re on the 27th floor, sorta. I think we’re stuck somewhere before the 27th.”
"Okay then. I just contacted the guys, we’ll get you out in about an hour. So, yeah. Okay. See you in an hour." The voice went dead.
"Hey, wait no." The girl buzzed again but got no answer back.
"Fantastic. First gathering we plan and I’m already late. Great. Thank you universe for reminding me of how I’m a socially awkward monkey." She huffs and sits closer to the edge of the elevator, her knees to her chest, her arms around them.
"If it makes you feel any better, I’m missing probably the only chance I’m getting to actually sleep before tomorrow. Also, monkeys are social creatures." He shuffled and sat parallel to you, his legs facing the other way.
"What’s tomorrow?" If you were to be stuck here for an hour, you were at least that curious.
"Big test. I need to pass or else I’m repeating the entire semester."
"Ouch. Good luck, umm what’s your name?"
"Yoongi. Min Yoongi, and you?" He reaches out and you tell him your name as you shake hands. His hands were ice cold.
You started talking together, stories of college and friends mixing with ideas and song names. Somewhere along there, in between laughs and sighs, rain fell and covered the glass of your cage.
"Well, since we’re gonna be stuck in here for a while I think we should take these." He pulled out two to-go cups from one of his bags and offered you one.
You sniffed it, it smelt sweet. “What is this?”
"I think it’s a Latte, the barista insisted I should try their new drink. I was planning on sharing with my roommate but Namjoon wouldn’t mind."
You thanked him and took a sip. It tasted sweet but also a little bitter.
Looking at the city below, the rain and coffee were the classic storybook combination, as cliche as the whole situation was it made you smile.
At that moment you wished you also had a camera.
okay so that was that
I wanna say i wrote it but i didn’t my sister actually wrote this for me but she wants to remain anon so yeah ❅~