🪐✨🌙I am not Moon🌙✨🪐

t h i r t y - t h r e e

August 2014

5:32 p.m.

Your POV

I knock on the plastic pull out table before entering the garage. Louis peeks his head out from the side of the car hood. A smile paints his face.

"Hey kiddo, what are you doing here?" He asks, taking the rag from his waist and wiping the grease off his hands.

"Oh, not even a hello? Wow," I sarcastically say, tossing my bag on the couch.

"I'm sorry, your majesty," Louis says, doing a bow. I laugh at his actions.

"Why thank you," I reply.

"So, how's school goin'?" He asks, walking over to the fridge.

"Boring, I have to write this thing, a-a thesis. I don't want to do it," I tell Louis, sinking into the couch.

"Since when do you want to do your work?" He says, walking over with a can of beer and soda.

"I do it, just not well," I respond, taking the can of soda.

A silence washes over, as the two of us crack open our carbonated drinks. The sound of someone revving their engine is heard. Louis jumps off the couch.

"What's gotten into you?" I question, rarely seeing Louis this energetic.

"I have something for you, stay here," he says, placing his can down and walking towards the back.

Louis stops walking and turns around, "Close your eyes," he points at me.

I roll my eyes and cover them with my hands.

"Alright, open," He tells me.

I open my eyes to see, "a motorcycle?" I question in disbelief.

I get up from the couch and admire the bike. The deep midnight blue color complementing the tiny silver details. The light from outside gives the bike a subtle glow. I walk around, looking at the freshly shined body and tires. I am speechless, it's so beautiful. There is a waxing crescent moon decal on the back of the bike.

"Wow," is all I can say.

"You like it?" Louis asks, uncertainty in his voice.

"You kiddin'? I love this!" I exclaim, jumping up.

"Good, it's yours," He informs me.

"What?" I question.

"Aren't I a little young to be riding this?" I ask, running my hands on the seat.

"Obviously when you're a little older you can, other than that, it's all yours," Louis tells me.

I couldn't help but smile, "Thank you, thank you," I repeat jumping on to Louis and giving him a hug. A small 'oof' comes from Louis.

"Your-You're welcome kid," He replies, hugging back.

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Today

9:56 p.m.

Jimin's POV

I peek out the window and see Y/N working on her bike. I couldn't help but feel bad, guilty. I mean, we, I was here and I didn't even realize what was going on. I get off the couch and walk to the kitchen. Y/N must be thirsty I think, opening the fridge. I grab a water bottle and walk towards the door, sliding my shoes on.

"Aish, son of a- no Y/N it could be worse," I hear Y/N tell herself, a string of mumbled swears following.

"Hey," I awkwardly greet her.

Y/N looks up and smiles, "hey Jimin, what's up?".

"The sky," I respond, feeling nervous.

"Indeed it is," she replies, getting up from the ground.

"Oh-uh, here, I thought you might be thirsty," I say, handing her the bottle of water.

"Thank you," Y/N says, taking the water.

What is ACDC? I wonder, looking at Y/N's shirt that has stains on it. Her ripped jeans also have stains on them, and paint splatters. How can she still look good? Wait, Y/N has some gains!

"What's ACDC?" I ask, pointing to her shirt.

"A band, my friend used to listen to them. I never really got into them," she tells me, pulling the shirt.

"Is there anything else?" Y/N asks, placing the cap back on the bottle.

"Hmm? Oh, no," I respond.

I was staring wasn't I?

"Alright, I'm going to get back to this. I'll see you inside," She says, sitting back down on the pavement.

"Okay, see you," I say, turning around and starting to walk back to the dorms.

Jimin, help her. I stop, and turn back around.

"Um, do you need any help? Or want any help?" I ask, putting my hands in my pockets.

Y/N looks up from her tire, "No but, if you want you can break the bead in the old tire," she points to the old one next to the tool bag.

"Sure," I agree, walking over and staring at the tire.

"Uh, Y/N, how do I do this?" I ask, unsure of what to do.

Y/N gets up from her spot with an 'aigoo' and walks over.

"Take your heel, and just stomp right here," Y/N instructs, showing me where I should stomp.

"Okay," I say, stomping on the tire.

"Ah, that's weird," I screech.

Y/N laughs.

"Good job mochi," Y/N compliments, putting a hand on my shoulder.

"Where did you learn how to do this?" I question, wanting to know how Y/N knows what she knows.

She takes her hand off my shoulder, "I spent most of my time at car shops and picked up on things".

Y/N walks back to her bike, spins her back tire. A satisfied look comes on her face when it spins smoothly.

"You know, a spark plug, even a little bit can break a car window," Y/N tells me.

"Really? That's interesting," I reply, taking in the information.

Y/N starts putting her tools back into her bag. I jog over and help. Neither of us say anything just a little 'thank you' and 'you're welcome'. I keep wondering, what else does Y/N have up her sleeve? I mean, I feel like she is full of surprises. I can't help but admire her as well. We all have our secrets I suppose.

"What's your question?" Y/N asks, zipping up the bag.

I look at her, "How are you so cool?".

Y/N scoffs with a smile, "I am nowhere near cool," she denies.

"That's a lie. You are like, one of the coolest people I have met!" I tell her, standing up.

"Sure," she responds, an unsure expression.

"I'm serious, you have no idea how cool you are. I mean, you can compose, produce, sing, you know car stuff. I don't even know what half of those tools are," I say, speaking at a fast pace.

"You guys are cooler," Y/N responds, kicking the stand up and pulling her motorcycle to the side.

A/N: Hello! I hope you liked this part. If you could vote that'd be greatly appreciated. Alright, have a nice day or night, stay safe and healthy luvs<3