HEAVENS LINE (YOONMIN)

Sesenta y Siete

"Jimin?" calls Yoongi, when he didn't hear him respond and there, he found him in front of his grand piano holding a familiar piece of paper.

The paper contains a song that he wrote solely thinking of that night. It had been a while since he wrote one so he wouldn't be surprised at all if Jimin finds it garbage like how his adoptive parents see it. Just like how the other people he tried showing his work to find it but later on use and claim it as theirs and eventually get the praise instead of him except for Hoseok who finds it beautiful and is willing to fight for him when he, himself can't.

"There you are! Uhm, I.. Can I have that back? That's supposed to be in the bin already... I, uh.." he rambled as he scratched the back of his neck, ashamed that Jimin had read it already.

"You wrote this?" he asks, carefully and softly. Never did he imagine Yoongi could write so beautiful, so moving that it made him feel a familiar feeling.

"Y-Yeah."

Jimin smiled, "Will you let me hear it?"

"Hear what?"

"How the song sounds like?"

"You know.." for the very first time, Yoongi was hesitant to play, probably because he didn't want to see disappointment in Jimin's face once he heard his piece.

"I know," replied Jimin, "... it's too much to ask but hearing it directly from you, I know it's gonna be beautiful."