𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟔𝟔

JUNGKOOK P.O.V.

Jungkook quietly made his way up the small wooden stairs and into the room, not wanting to accidentally disturb his hyung incase he was sleeping or doing anything important since the house leader never really explained why the male was alone in the room. The first thing he noticed was that the room was slightly bigger than the one next door and at this point he wasn't surprised, already knowing that it wasn't an ordinary camping tent — well, one that he would use anyway.

He looked to his right and smiled slightly at the different sized beanbags that were laid on the floor, all of them were different shades of purple and each of them looked equally as soft and he pushed away the urge to sit in one, wanting to finish looking around the room first.

The younger walked past the beanbags and further into the room, his eyes falling onto the empty easel that was propped up against the tent wall, splotches of brightly coloured paint staining the once pale brown wood. He let out a small hum as he grazed his fingers over the wood, he figured it probably belonged to Taehyung, unsure if any of the other members were into painting like he and Taehyung were.

He continued to look around the room in wonder until his eyes fell onto the grand piano that was placed at the left hand side of the room, sleek black in colour and the lack of dust made it look like it was brand new and perhaps it was, the school could probably purchase tons of these without even chipping off that much money.

He slowly walked towards it, placing his hand down onto the surface, a shiver racking through his body at the coldness that greeted his palm at his action. "It's nice, isn't it?" he jumped slightly at the sudden voice, his head snapping to his right and his body immediately relaxing as he realised it was only Yoongi.

The male was seated in front of the piano and the younger felt his eyebrows furrow, briefly wondering how he hadn't seen the older sitting there.

"It is," he answered Yoongi's question, a thought coming to mind and he was voicing it before he could even think about it.

"Do you play?" the younger questioned quietly, nodding his head towards the beautiful instrument as he waited for an answer. The male chuckled and nodded, scooting on the bench he was sitting on until there was enough room for someone else to sit and it took the younger a small moment to realise that the male wanted him to sit down. His cheeks flushed as he quickly claimed the empty spot on the bench, delicately placing his hands in his lap as he took in the white and black piano keys.

"I do," the older male finally spoke, the younger listening quietly. "My dad taught me at a young age and even though I pretend to hate it, I actually loved it." the older chuckled again, the sound sounding particularly fond like he was reliving a memory.

"I honestly hated his teaching technique, he was so firm with his ways and everything had to be done his way or no way at all." the younger smiled slightly, waiting for his hyung to continue. "You see, my father was a busy man on most days. He was quite the workaholic and so he hardly took any time off but when he did, he taught me how to play the piano. My favourite has always been Ludwig van Beethoven, although my father enjoyed the work of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, we were different in our opinions I guess."

"But even then, I learnt his favourite pieces. Little me always wanted to impress my father, I wish I could tell him that no matter what he did or how hard he tried, his father would never be swayed. Work was always the more important factor in his life," the older sucked in a breath, shaking his head.

"Even when my mother found out I was unmarked he was unbothered. He watched as my mother packed whatever of mine she found before she was dragging me down the stairs, I knew she would never let an unmarked tarnish the family name but I still begged. I screamed my throat raw as I tried to stop her, I begged my father too but he only ushered a simple sentence." the younger grabbed the males hand, squeezing gently.