Pianissimo (m. yg fanfic) ✔

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- 𝓱𝓲𝓶 -

"love is like a piano: there are white and black keys, and both need to be played for a beautiful melody"

Underneath the soft glow of the streetlights, they embark on a date that feels wonderfully unassuming yet incredibly special. Yoongi has spent countless seconds, minutes, hours planning today, and he just wants it to go perfectly.

Because she's perfect. And she doesn't deserve anything less. Of course, he has a tight budget to stick to, but that doesn't stop him.

His rusty delivery scooter carries them through the city streets, a cool breeze rustling their hair as they navigate the night. It's not the best mode of transportation, but she insisted on doing this rather than taking a cab. She's wearing a red dress today, one ending just above her knees, matched with red Doc Martins. It matches the rosy tint of her cheeks, and Yoongi had to force himself to look away when they met up earlier.

Their destination is a local food joint - a modest eatery that holds a cozy charm. Based on the conversations the two of them have had up until now, he feels like she'll really enjoy the ambience the place has to offer. On the way there, her cheek rests on his back, sending sparks of electricity spreading through his body.

He could stay in this moment forever.

When they arrive, the scent of sizzling dishes wafts through the air, and the sounds of laughter and clinking utensils create a warm feel throughout the joint.

They find a table in the far corner - a booth Namjoon himself recommended once he realized how stressed Yoongi was about the whole thing - and waste no time in ordering drinks. Seated across from each other, well, sort of next to each other, they exchange playful banter.

He teases that she looks like a rose, and she teases that he obviously didn't know what to do with his hair today. Which is true, but she doesn't need to know that.

The anticipation in the air is palpable as they both order their favorite Korean dishes. The evening sun has given way to a starlit sky, and Yoongi couldn't have asked for better weather. There's a small pause somewhere between when they order and the wait for the food to arrive.

But it's not uncomfortable - it's not weird. He takes in her features, because no matter how many times he sees her face, he gets blown away every time he sees her. It's like tripping over air time and time again. He doesn't dislike this feeling.

"You know," she says, voice soft and smooth, "if we had the piano here, I could show you how much I've mastered dynamics. My pianssiomos are now more delicate than ever."

"I have no doubt that they are," he replies, but he's not talking about the instrument. It's funny to him that he feels like this, because for as long as he has lived, he never thought he'd be capable of feeling this way. His only love has been the piano, but now, he's not so sure.

Amidst bites of delicious food, the conversation takes a more introspective turn. His student, with her big eyes and candid smile, opens up about her life - a life constrained by her father's strict rules since the loss of her mother. She admits that learning the piano was a way to escape the weight of reality, a way to find solace and express herself.

Yoongi listens intently, his admiration for her resilience and determination evident in his eyes. He knows now why she was so late at the beginning; the fact that she has to sneak out of the house in order to attend their lessons must take up a lot of her time.

Nonetheless, he offers a reassuring smile, his hand reaching across the table to touch hers briefly. "I'm glad I could be a part of that journey with you," he says softly. He's surprised by how much he means it.

"I'm glad you're in it," she says, cheeks growing more red. So does his.

After they finish their meal, they find themselves strolling along the quiet part of the streets, the city lights casting a gentle glow over them. As they pause under a streetlight, their gazes lock, and the atmosphere between them shifts. It's a moment of quiet intensity, the unspoken words hanging in the air.

"I really enjoyed tonight, Yoongi," she says to him, taking a step closer. "I'm glad you asked me out."

"I... I'm glad you liked it," he says, cursing his voice for being hoarse all of a sudden. He feels the inside of his wrists start to sweat a bit, and curses that too. "It's better than running through sheet music for two hours straight."

"Says the guy whose entire life is said music," she says with a laugh. It brings music to his ears. "You know-"

But she doesn't get to finish. Because before Yoongi can stop himself, he leans in, capturing her lips in a kiss.

At first, it's a soft and tender kiss, a nervous move from a lovesick boy. But then she shifts a bit closer, and it's evident that this kiss holds a world of emotions. It's a relation that goes beyond the physical touch, an intertwining of souls.

And ever so softly, like the gentle touch of a piano key, he touches her soul. A calm pianissimo among the crescendo of love.

Because now, Min Yoongi is 100% positive that he has fallen in love.

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