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| Part 20 |

The restaurant had a few crystal-clear windows peering into the first and second floors. The warm atmosphere inside- a small place with trendy music and fairy lights- had drawn Yoongi towards it. He wasn't planning on going inside until he read the sign on the door.

"Best bibimbap in Seoul?" He muttered to himself. A chilly breeze tousled his hair, "I'll be the judge of that." 

The door swung open with the bell above it chiming pleasantly. As he stepped inside, the appetizing smell of the different dishes filled his nose. Off to the side, a waiter who was previously occupied with wiping down tables approached him kindly. He offered him a table near the window.

Honestly, if Yoongi hadn't stepped inside he wouldn't have noticed how bland this place was. There was hardly anything that made this place special. The wooden chairs matched the wooden tables, the dark walls blended in with the floors and the piano-

Piano?

Yoongi set down his menu to look at the instrument closer. A wooden, upright piano was shoved into the corner of the restaurant with a thin layer of dust covering it. He clenched his jaw at the clear sign of negligence. It seems these people were using the piano as a decoration more than anything.

"Hi, have you decided on what you want to-"

"What is that?" He interrupted. 

Yoongi couldn't eat here if that is how they treat such a precious item. He still remembers crying over strawberry jam getting on one of his piano keys when he was 7.

The waiter followed his line of sight until he understood, "Ah! That's my grandfather's piano. It was gifted to him, but he hasn't used it yet."

'Look at it...It's filthy! You treat that piano like a toy you grew too old for...'—is what Yoongi thought in his mind.

"You shouldn't let it collect dust like that," he turned his head away from the sight, "Clean it."

The waiter hesitated before his smile came back, "Of course, young sir!"

"And I'll have a cola. I'm not hungry," he surprised the waiter when he handed the menu back with such a bored expression.

"Y-Yes, I'll get that right now."

The first thing the waiter did after leaving his table, was wipe down the piano as requested. The sight was better for him, and it'd be even better if he had his soda with him. Just thinking about the soda made his stomach growl hungrily. He was supposed to be eating bibimbap, but he suddenly didn't trust this place to have the 'best' food.

His snobbiness didn't entirely cause the mistrust. When he looked around he only saw one other person. It was a smooth-faced man in a bucket hat and baggy clothes. Whatever he was eating was almost gone with only a few noodles left behind.

The restaurant still had two hours left until closing, so why was this place empty?

"Here's your cola," the waiter said, placing the chilled glass down in front of Yoongi. He said his thanks, however, the waiter didn't leave.

"Can you play something?" He tilted his head, exposing a tiny bandage above his eyebrow, "I meant the piano. Do you know how to play it?"

"Play?"

"Yeah! My grandfather loves the piano and it would make him so happy to hear someone play. He's upstairs right now."

"Uh...sure. Why not?"

He wasn't eager to play, since he had already spent an hour playing his piano at home. Yet, the waiter mentioned his grandfather wanting to hear it. He couldn't imagine wanting to hear the sweet melody of the piano but not being able to play it.