Pianissimo (m. yg fanfic) ✔

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- 𝓱𝓲𝓶 -

"music is the strongest form of magic"

In a softly lit room, he sits before the grand piano. Dressed in a simple jeans and shirt, his fingers are poised delicately over the ivory keys.

As he begins to play, an ethereal melody filled the air, enveloping him in a cocoon of sound. Almost rhythmically, each finger dances over the keys, the notes memorized in his brain. Despite this being the millionth time he is playing this particular piece, it still feels as if time itself holds its breath, allowing him to connect with the instrument in a way that transcends the ordinary.

A small grin settles on his face, his eyes fluttering closed as he allows himself to be swept by the sound of his own playing. With each stroke, he breathes life into the piano, coaxing forth a symphony that speaks of emotions too complex for words.

His touch is gentle yet confident, fingers moving with an intimacy that suggests a profound understanding of the instrument's soul. And understanding he surely has.

His body sways with the rhythm the longer he plays, his movements a dance of passion and skill. He's leaned in, as if drawn by an irresistible force, his connection with the piano growing stronger with every note.

The music flows through him, and he reciprocates with a tenderness that borders on affectionate whispers. Each chord is a sort of caress, each crescendo a declaration of love, and each decrescendo a sigh of longing.

The door to the room opens in that moment, causing him to lift his fingers from the piano. There's an unexpected silence when he does, as if the room itself didn't want him to stop.

He looks up, long locks falling into his brown eyes. At the door she stands, the girl he's been expecting today. She's wearing a knee length floral dress, matched with a pair of black converse. He doesn't really like converse, but he knows better than to tell his new student that.

"You're late," he says, now deciding to crack his knuckles instead. He stands up, abandoning the old grand piano temporarily. "Lesson started ten minutes ago."

"Sorry, my bad," the girl mutters, rushing into the room with a brown sling bag draped across her shoulder. She hastily makes her way toward him until she's right in front of him, her hand extended. "I promise I won't be late again."

He eyes her hand, contemplating whether or not to give her a warning or not. He bites the inside of his cheek, pondering the decision. "Mhm," he hums, shaking her hand.

Her hand is soft, softer than he's ever thought a person's hand to be. Standing so close to her now, he can catch a faint whiff of lavender. It's probably the scent of her purfume. She gives it a firm shake, grasping his palm tightly.

Clearly, she doesn't shake hands often. He clears his throat, averting his gaze from their interlocked hands to her face. Her eyes are round and large, almost like a baby deer caught in front of the world's largest headlights. He almost laughs at the sight.

She's cute.

He didn't think she'd be cute. In fact, the only reason he even agreed to be her music tutor was because of the money involved - Namjoon knew he couldn't say no to the money.

He needs it. And teaching this new student of his is how he's going to get it.

This isn't the first time he's had to teach someone; in fact, he still occasionally offers lessons to his younger cousins who find the idea of playing the piano like he does basically the same as magic. He always finds amusement in their wide eyed stares and awestruck giggles.

He'll see if she reacts the same. He gives her hand one last final shake before pulling his hand away. He gestures for her to sit, a slight furrow now coating his brow.

"I'm sure you know," he says, watching as she drags a chair in front of the piano instead of sitting on the stool like he just showed her to, "but my name is Min Yoongi."

"Oh, I know," she answers, a little hasty. She ties her long, brown curls into a messy bun, her lip a thin line of concentration (at least that's what he thinks it is). "And I believe you're going to be my music teacher for the next few months."

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