The crowded streets seemed even more claustrophobic after a long day of work, especially for how chilly the weather was. It was irritating to look around at all these smiling people. Obviously they weren't doing something they didn't enjoy. That thought was enough to send a certain antisocial, redhead into a bitter, self-pitying silence as the bass pounded in his ear buds, blocking out the peals of laughter he knew was tumbling from the many couples' lips. His tight lips slowly formed into a frown as he sunk into himself more.

This is sad, he scolded himself. Just because he couldn't get his own together doesn't mean he should be bashing on other people for being happy. He was just a coward, who couldn't stand up to his parents to follow the life he wanted. His dream was (still is, not that he'll admit it) to become a songwriter and even a rapper, if he was lucky. It didn't help that one of his closest friends had been able to achieve his dream with little hardship.

27 years old and still a pawn in his parent's game of a proper life. He wanted to laugh at himself, but it would have lacked the cheerfulness of a real laugh, making not only himself, but everyone around him uncomfortable.

The only thing getting him through the never-ending day was this small café that served the best french vanilla lattes. He was able to sit in there with his pen and paper, and just relax, letting out the stress of that day through song lyrics. He had even become a regular, not that that was hard considering the café​ was stuck between two large buildings and wasn't exactly easy to find. He had stumbled upon it by accident when he was just roaming.

When he stepped inside, he was met with a nearly blinding grin, but this one didn't make him recoil in irritation. It actually helped with his stress as he gave a gummy smile back.

"French vanilla latte with extra whip cream," the barista called out with an expectant eye-smile as he held up the drink, "Right on time as always, Yoongi-hyung."

The redhead shook his head and laughed a bit as he approached the counter, exact change in his hand, and traded the drink for the money while he spoke, "You know, one of these days I'm not going to come and you'll be stuck with a coffee." They both knew that was a lie, but it was fun to humor himse