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Yoongi ~ Sheet Music

^from his birthday vlive^

Y/n POV

"Hey, l/n." I feel someone's pencil poke me in the back. "Can I borrow a highlighter?" I roll my eyes and hand the boy behind me a purple highlighter. "New software?" the boy asks.

"Don't talk to me." I pull my beanie down over my ears and return my attention to my computer.

I tune out the professor's lecture, focusing on my laptop. My latest EDM track is on the screen being rendered. All it needs is a little more quality time with 808s and it'll be ready.

At long last, the professor finishes and releases the class. I pack up my computer and waste no time leaving. The less I have to be around people, the better. As I'm walking, I don't watch where I'm going, and I crash into somebody. A very good looking somebody. The stack of papers he's carrying go flying.

"I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking," I say, kneeling down to help the boy gather his papers.

"Don't worry about it," he mumbles.

I get a look at the papers I'm collecting for him. "This is sheet music," I say quietly without thinking.

"Yeah." The boy hurries to finish collecting the rest of his sheets of music and I hand him the stack I'd collected for him. "Thanks for helping me," he says before walking off.

I watch the boy as he leaves, intrigued by him. He gave off a reserved, somewhat antisocial vibe, but it was kind of nice compared to some of the brash, loud mouthed people I have the displeasure of being classmates with.

It makes me want to see the boy again, and maybe head some of his music.

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A few weeks have passed and I still haven't seen the boy again. I never learned his name, so I can't ask around and see if anybody's seen him. I'm so close to giving up on him. But something stops me.

Getting comfortable in the recording studio, I hook up my computer and start looking at my latest project. I still haven't recorded any vocals, but to do that, I'd need lyrics, which I don't have. I've just never been good with lyrics.

I have nothing really I can do with this, not until I know where it's going. I sigh and turn on the electric keyboard. I play a regular C major 5 chord with my right hand and to back it up, a basic C major chord in the second inversion with my left. I let it ring for a moment before changing the chords, so my right hand is playing an F major and my left is playing a B diminished chord. I take out a blank sheet of staff paper and start to take note of my chord progression.

"That's beautiful. You have any lyrics?"

I jump in shock, whirling around to face whoever spoke. It's the boy from a few weeks ago. He's looking at me with a small smile on his face.

"Uhh, not really, no," I answer. "I don't even really have a melody."

He gestures to the piano. "May I?" I nod and he stands next to me, placing his fingers on the keys. He plays a soft melody two octaves above where I was playing. He nods to the keyboard and I join in with what I'd written.

"It sounds pretty good," I comment.

He smiles softly and looks up at the computer monitor. "What's that?"

"Project of mine. It's just a bunch of loops for now. I don't really know what to do with it," I answer. "Do you want to hear?" He nods and I play the track.

"It's a sick beat. Try this." He grabs the drum pad I have hooked up to the computer and starts tapping out a rhythm on it. Then he starts to rap.

"That sounds so cool," I say without thinking. "You're really talented."

He stops rapping and playing the drum pad and looks down, a blush on his cheeks. "Thanks. But it was mostly you. You made the original loops. I just built off of it."

"But I didn't know what to do with it until you started adding to it," I mention. "Can I ask you something? You don't have to answer it if you don't want to."

He shrugs. "Sure."

"When I bumped into you and you dropped your sheet music...can I see it? The music," I ask tentatively.

"It's...it's kind of personal." His cheeks turn bright pink and he bites his lip nervously. "But if you really want to, then sure." He reaches into his bag and hands me a few sheets of paper. I read over the music, smiling to myself as I do. It's heartfelt. It's emotional. It's real.

"These are really good," I say, handing him back his music. "Whoever you wrote this for must be really special."

"Yeah. It's for...she's...yeah, someone special," the boy stammers. "Sorry, I'm just a bit of a loner. I don't really like people that much."

"No, I get it. I'm like that too," I reply.

"It's kind of funny." The boy gives a quick half smile. "I'm so whipped for this girl, and I don't even know her name."

"What's she like?"

"Good. Kind. I could see it when I met her. I've been looking for her since I met her. I finally found her today." He smiles at me.

"I've been looking for you, too." Now I'm the one glowing red. "I wanted to hear some of your music. And...I think you're pretty handsome. I guess I just...I just wanted to see you again."

He slides my hand in his. His hand is so warm and his skin feels so smooth. "We found each other."

"I think we skipped a step." I look up at his eyes and smile. "Hi. My name's y/n l/n."

"Hi. My name's Min Yoongi. It's a pleasure to meet you."

just some floof for yoongles' birthday today! happy birthday, Min Yoongi!!!!!! we purple you💜💜💜💜💜💜💜