Pianissimo (m. yg fanfic) ✔

♬ 15

- 𝓱𝓲𝓶 -

"love is like music; it can make you happy and sad..."

With the weight of his feelings pressing on his heart, Yoongi finally confides in his best friend, Kim Namjoon. The latter has been asking Yoongi what's been on his mind for the last while now, and he finally thinks it's time to confess.

As they sit together on a bench outside of the music department where Yoongi usually meets his student, he admits, "I think I love her."

Namjoon raises an eyebrow, his skepticism evident. "Love? Seriously, Yoongi?" is his reply, calmly taking a bite of his sandwich. Since this is their break from doing deliveries for the tech company they work for, he makes sure to eat as much as he can. "You've known her for what, less than a year? How is that love?"

But Yoongi's conviction remains unshaken. He leans forward, his gaze steady. "Time doesn't dictate how you feel," he finds himself saying, a slight smile on his face. "When something clicks, you know it. I feel it with her. Every. Single. Time."

Namjoon shakes his head, a wry smile playing on his lips. "You're such an idealist. Love doesn't happen that fast."

Yet, Yoongi's mind is resolute. As he gazes out over the field ahead of them, he reflects on how he initially agreed to teach her the piano purely for the money. His responsibilities at home - taking care of his siblings - had pushed him to accept. And when this all began, he thought his ears would bleed from the notes she was playing.

But somewhere along the way, something unexpected unfolded; the blossoming of feelings he never anticipated.

He thinks back to her big brown eyes, her perfect lips curving into that charming laugh that has the power to light up his world. The way she likes teasing him, and the scent of her lavender perfume that manages to haunt even in his dreams.

The memory of their kiss lingers in his mind, a moment of pure connection that felt like the missing puzzle piece slotting into place. It was a kiss that felt right, that felt like everything made sense in that fleeting second.

He knows the path he's treading is uncharted territory for him. He's not one to openly embrace vulnerability or romance, but the intensity of his emotions has overwhelmed even his own doubts. He contemplates how he would willingly spend every moment of his life kissing her, even if it meant death.

Namjoon, however, is an anti-romantic, and his pragmatic perspective only adds fuel to Yoongi's determination. "I know what I feel, Namjoonie," Yoongi asserts, his tone unwavering. "I never thought it could be possible to love anyone else but my family and music, yet the tug I feel at my heart is convincing me otherwise."

Namjoon does nothing but shrug, moving on to the next topic of conversation.

Days pass, and Yoongi eagerly awaits her texts. His heart still bounces every time he sees a text from her, a gummy smile on his face that he never wants to get rid of.

However, a shift occurs as time goes on. Her messages become terse, mere one-liners that lack the depth they once held. Some days, she doesn't even respond. This isn't like her at all.

Self-doubt gnaws at him, the anxious thoughts taking hold.

He replays their interactions in his mind, wondering if he had come on too strong, if the kiss had affected her differently than it had him. His fingers tap impatiently as he waits for her replies, his anticipation mingled with worry.

Finally, the day of their next lesson is due. He wasn't sure if she was even going to come over, but just like she does in his dreams, she arrives. She looks as lovely as ever.

He can hardly contain his emotions as she enters the room. With a sense of urgency, he stands up from the stool and wraps his arms around her in a tight hug. He holds her close, relieved to have a familiar comfort amidst the uncertainties.

She responds eagerly, her own embrace warm and inviting. As he takes in the scent of lavender that envelops her, he realizes that despite the doubts and fears, there's one thing he knows for certain: his feelings for her are real. They way his heart tore at his chest when she was away just affirmed to that.

He doesn't want to ever lose her.

"I missed you," he mutters into her hair, her beautiful curls. "I missed you so much."

"I missed you too," she says, her shoulders shaking. At first he thinks she's laughing, but as he pulls back slightly, he realizes that there are tears streaming down her gorgeous face. She's crying.

"What's wrong?" he asks her, his face now pained after seeing her cry. "Did something happen?"

"I didn't want to tell you this," she says, sniffling a bit. Even with a red tipped nose and puffy eyes, he still thinks she's the most beautiful girl he's ever seen. "I wanted to ignore it so much that the problem itself goes away."

"Problem?" he asks, his heart skipping a beat. Not in a good way.

"We're moving, Yoongi," she says, breaking into a fresh wave of sobs. "We're leaving Korea in less than a week."

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