~Park Jimin~ "A 22-year-old boy residing in a modest village nestled in Busan, shares his home with his devoted mother, their lives coloured by the stark realities of poverty."
~Min Yoongi~ "In the heart of South Korea, Min Yoongi was not a typical...
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The next day, Jimin was walking through the hallway, heading to his next class when a soft, melodic sound caught his attention. It was the sound of piano music, smooth and gentle, floating through the air. His curiosity got the best of him, and he followed the sound down the hallway, stopping at the door of the music room.
He peeked inside and saw Yoongi sitting at the piano, his fingers moving effortlessly over the keys. The room was bathed in the soft glow of the afternoon light, and Yoongi looked serene, completely absorbed in the music. His expression was calm, almost peaceful, as he played, and Jimin couldn’t help but be amazed at how skilled he was.
Jimin stayed hidden behind the wall, not wanting to interrupt, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the scene. Yoongi was playing beautifully, each note flowing smoothly into the next.
Suddenly, Yoongi’s voice broke the silence. “What are you doing here, Jimin?”
Jimin froze, his heart skipping a beat. He hadn’t expected Yoongi to notice him. Panicked, he quickly stepped back behind the wall, trying to hide. “Umm… me? I… n-nothing,” he stammered, trying to play it cool.
Yoongi raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. “You were peeking out, Jimin.”
Jimin’s face turned bright red. “I… I was actually going to my class, and I heard the piano, so I just came here.” He tried to sound casual, but his nervousness was obvious.
Yoongi’s expression softened, and he nodded as if understanding. “Oh, okay.”
Jimin quickly gathered his courage, glancing at Yoongi. “You’re really good at this, by the way…”
Yoongi smiled slightly, a hint of pride in his eyes. “Thank you, Jimin.”
Jimin’s heart raced. He felt embarrassed, not knowing what else to say. “Umm… okay, I gotta go. Bye.”
Without waiting for a response, he hurried out of the room, his face burning with embarrassment. He had never expected to walk in on Yoongi playing the piano, and now he couldn’t shake the feeling that he had made things awkward.
As he walked quickly down the hallway, he let out a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He had to admit, though, Yoongi’s talent had completely blown him away.
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Jimin rushed to his next class, his mind still racing from the unexpected encounter with Yoongi. He couldn’t stop thinking about how serene Yoongi had looked, completely immersed in the music.
The way his fingers had moved so effortlessly over the piano keys left a lasting impression. Jimin didn’t even realize how much time he had spent watching him until he caught himself almost running into a doorframe.
The rest of his day was a blur, and even when class ended, he couldn’t shake the image of Yoongi playing the piano. He hadn’t expected Yoongi to be so... peaceful.
The Yoongi he knew was more distant, serious, sometimes a bit intimidating. But seeing him in that moment, so absorbed in the music, felt like he was seeing a completely different side of him.
Later that evening, Jimin found himself walking through the hallways again, his footsteps slower than usual. He wasn’t sure why, but something was pulling him back to the music room. As he passed the familiar hallway where he had peeked into the room earlier, he stopped, looking down at the door.
For a second, he considered going in, but then he remembered how awkward he had felt earlier. He was about to turn away when the door to the music room opened, and out stepped Yoongi. Jimin froze, surprised to see him.
Yoongi glanced at him and raised an eyebrow. “You again?”
Jimin laughed nervously, feeling his face heat up. “Uh… yeah. Just passing by.”
Yoongi raised an eyebrow, clearly seeing through his excuse. “You can come in if you want. I’m done for the day.”
Jimin hesitated. He didn’t want to be a bother, but at the same time, he really wanted to hear more. “Really? You don’t mind?”
“Why would I?” Yoongi said with a shrug, stepping aside to let him through.
Jimin took a deep breath, then entered the room. It felt different now, less intimidating. The piano sat quietly in the corner, and the space felt peaceful rather than silent.
“So, what’s your deal with the piano?” Jimin asked, trying to sound casual but clearly still feeling a little nervous.
Yoongi leaned back against the wall, his hands in his pockets. “I’ve been playing since I was a kid. Just a hobby, nothing special.”
Jimin looked at him in surprise. “Nothing special? Yoongi, that was incredible. You’re really good.”
Yoongi gave a small shrug, though there was a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “I guess it’s just something I enjoy. Not like anyone else cares.”
Jimin smiled, feeling a little more at ease now. “Well, I care. I mean, I wasn’t expecting you to be so good at it.”
Yoongi gave him a teasing look. “What, you thought I’d be terrible?”
“Maybe just a little bit,” Jimin admitted, grinning sheepishly.
Yoongi laughed softly, the sound catching Jimin off guard. It was a rare moment of laughter from Yoongi, and it made Jimin feel like he was seeing him in a new light. “Well, thanks for the compliment. But you should probably go before you end up trapped in here with me all night.”
Jimin chuckled, nodding. “Yeah, I’ll get going. But seriously, you should play more often. You’re amazing.”
Yoongi gave him a small nod. “Maybe I will.”
As Jimin left the music room, he couldn’t help but smile to himself. Maybe Yoongi wasn’t as unapproachable as he’d thought. There was more to him than just the cold, serious side he usually showed. And maybe, just maybe, Jimin was starting to see that.
After Jimin left the music room, Yoongi stood there for a moment, staring at the piano. His fingers rested on the keys, but he wasn’t playing. His mind was elsewhere.
He couldn’t stop thinking about how casually they had talked. Just a few days ago, he had insulted Jimin—made him feel small and worthless. But now, here they were, having a normal conversation, even sharing a laugh.
Jimin didn’t seem afraid of him anymore. In fact, he seemed comfortable, which was surprising. Yoongi had always been a reserved person, someone who kept to himself. He never really bothered with others, preferring to stay in his own world.
But with Jimin… it was different. Yoongi wasn’t sure why, but he felt something when Jimin was around. Something that made him open up, even if just a little. It confused him.
He didn’t let people in, not after everything that had happened before. People always pretended to care, pretended to be nice, only to leave or betray him later. He had been hurt before, and it made him build walls around himself.
He let out a soft sigh. He wouldn’t let that happen again. He wouldn’t let Jimin get too close. Jimin was different, but Yoongi couldn’t afford to make the same mistake twice. He knew that if he let his guard down, if he let someone get too close, they could end up leaving him.
"Yeah, right," Yoongi muttered to himself with a small smile, shaking his head. “I’m not falling for that again.”
He had done it before—let someone in and trusted them. And in the end, they had betrayed him, leaving him feeling empty. He wasn’t going to let that happen again.
Still, there was something about Jimin that made him question everything. But for now, Yoongi just smiled to himself, confused, but sure of one thing: he wouldn’t let Jimin get too close. Not now, not ever.
