Love Is Not Over || Namgi || ✔

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It was six years ago, when Yoongi was just a quiet loner and Namjoon just an introverted nerd, that the two had first met.

Yoongi remembered it better than he should have - a consequence of the fact that everything he felt for Namjoon was more than he should have felt for someone who was just a friend. Every detail, every word, stuck in his mind for him to recount to himself whenever he thought for long periods of time about Namjoon, which happened to be a lot.

At the time, Yoongi's only friend other than the stray cat he fed on the route to school was the piano in the music room there. Old, normally covered in dust, scratches covering the wood of its outside, it certainly wasn't the prettiest piano there was, but to Yoongi, it was everything.

That afternoon was spent like so many others in Yoongi's life: practicing music on the piano for as long as he could before he inevitably had to bury himself in schoolwork for the rest of the night. Music was his relief, and he was pretty good at it, too, owing to his hours spent working on his skills.

Usually, no one interrupted him by entering the room, and the few times that anyone did, they quickly left upon seeing his cold glare. It wasn't exactly Yoongi's intention to be cruel – he simply had no interest in talking to any of them, and clearly none of them wanted to talk to him, either, so why let them disrupt his peace any longer than they had to?

But Yoongi could tell from the moment that Kim Namjoon stepped through the door that he was different. A good sort of different, the sort that made Yoongi interested.

In his arms was a far-too-high pile of textbooks threatening to fall over at any moment onto the ground next to his shoes whose laces were tied tight and neat, a head of dyed-blonde hair brushed pristinely save for a few loose strands over his forehead. His uniform fit him well, and he was easily at least 5 centimeters taller than Yoongi.

His eyes didn't hold the normal confusion or even irritation Yoongi normally saw in the students who encountered him here; rather, he seemed curious, intrigued, like he wanted to see more, a light smile on his face. Yoongi let his fingers come to a rest on the keys, staring at Namjoon with a neutral expression, waiting for whatever would happen next.

And Yoongi tried not to make it the first thing he focused on, he really did, but with his tall stature and the dimples at the side of his plump lips, it was impossible to deny that the boy really was handsome.

"I, um...I heard music in here, so I decided to check it out. That was you, right?" Namjoon said, staring right back at Yoongi, as if cautious of the other boy. Yoongi honestly wouldn't be surprised if he had built up some sort of reputation for being aggressive, but for some reason he didn't want to drive away the boy standing in front of him.

So, in what was pretty much a historical first for him, Yoongi greeted Namjoon with a smile. "Yep, that'd be me."

It was only when Namjoon's body relaxed and his smile became easier that Yoongi realized Namjoon had been tense, his expression a bit hesitant. Now, he looked much more comfortable, and somehow Yoongi felt better knowing that.

"You're really good at that. The piano, I mean. It sounds...pretty. How long have you played for?" Namjoon asked, taking a few steps closer to Yoongi.

"Hmm...my whole life, I guess. As long as I can remember, at least," Yoongi shrugged, but internally he felt a sense of pride about it.

"Wow, that's a while! No wonder you're so good, then. Probably should have guessed," Namjoon chuckled, eyes wide. The book at the top of the pile fell from the movement, and quickly Namjoon scrambled to pick it back up, expression turning to panic. Which, of course, only made all the rest of the books fall too.

As Namjoon tried and failed to balance several books in his grasp while still picking up the others, Yoongi's body acted on its own, standing up from the stool he had been sitting on and crouching down next to the boy to pick up the last few textbooks.

Yoongi was about to mentally curse himself for acting out of pure instinct, something he intentionally never did, but the way Namjoon smiled at him then shut his mind up completely.

"Thank you," Namjoon said, standing back up, wobbling a bit to keep himself from falling over from the weight of his pile. Yoongi just shrugged with a small smile in response. "So, who are you, anyways, piano prodigy boy?"

"Name's Min Yoongi. I'm 16. How about you, music room invasion boy?"

"I'm Kim Namjoon, 15 years old. Nice to meet you, Yoongi. Though, I thought that you would be younger than me, since, you know..." Namjoon gestured vaguely towards Yoongi's legs, and immediately Yoongi knew what he was talking about. He smacked Namjoon lightly on the arm with a snort.

"Yah, I'm not short! I'm average height! You're just really tall,"

"Sorry about that, then, average height Min Yoongi-ssi," Namjoon smirked playfully.

"Dork. And call me Min Yoongi-hyung," Yoongi shook his head, smile wider than ever.

"Alright then, Yoongi-hyung. Want to be friends?"

Yoongi felt his eyes widen. Someone was offering to be his friend...no, not just offering, they actually wanted to be his friend - for the first time in years. He was only half-sure he wasn't dreaming at the moment.

"Ah, really, ye-" Yoongi cleared his throat, stopping himself in the worry that he might be too enthusiastic. "I mean, uhh, sure! That would be nice. I guess."

Namjoon chuckled. "Well, I have to go about now. 'Spose I'll just meet you here again tomorrow, then."

And meet Yoongi again tomorrow he did. As well as the next day, and the next.

Yoongi was right about Namjoon. He was different, the good different. He was funny and caring and an absolute genius, spouting random trivia to Yoongi any chance he got, eyes always lighting up whenever Yoongi would sit back and listen to him talk about his passions. Soon enough the piano was barely used whenever Yoongi visited the music room - the primary purpose of him going there now was to meet with Namjoon in a place that was sort of their own. They became each other's best friends, more confidential with each other than they were with anyone else.

Every day, they got closer. And every day, Namjoon seemed to get more beautiful to him.

As it turned out, piano was Yoongi's first love, and Namjoon was his second.

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