Affection | Yoonmin

Prologue

The sweet, bright notes of the heavy piano that his fingers ever so gracefully danced across echoed throughout the large, homely room. Yoongi’s gaze was lifted from the piano, eyes locked on the long, vibrant plant awkwardly hanging from the windowsill, almost reaching the pale, wooden planks.

The rich sound reached Yoongi’s ears like a sweet melody, played elegantly from tune to tune. The presence of his mother’s warm body next to him made the atmosphere around him amiable, her silent- almost inaudible breaths sounding between the loud piano notes.

Yoongi felt happy knowing his mother was right next to him, smiling fondly down at the keys he was pressing down on. He could feel the pride dousing over her body like a giant wave washing over a stony shore.

Yoongi was happy. He felt an indescribable euphoria, feeling gleeful from the sound emanating from the piano. He knew right at that moment that he wanted to become a professional pianist like his mother, and he knew he was on the right path. He knew from the way his mother watched him play, her gaze glistening from delight.

As Yoongi pressed hard on the last note, he inhaled sharply the humid air inside the living room, lowering his head as he closed his eyes. The euphoric feeling he had felt a second ago was slowly vanishing as he began feeling anxious about the feedback his mother was about to give him.

He feared anything negative; to him, negative feedback made him feel he hadn’t made his mother proud, like he needed to go harder on himself, despite how hard he had already been trying to become better at playing the piano.

He carefully opened his eyes, slouched over as he fiddled with his sore fingers in his lap, picking at his long, shiny nails. His hands had grown bigger with the years, and so it had become easier to play the piano in their living room.

“Yoongi-ah, I’m so proud of you.” He felt his mother’s slender hand gently laying on his petite shoulder, giving it a light, tender squeeze. “You’ve gotten so wonderful at playing the piano.” she told him warmly, her lips curved to a wide and kind smile; pride swept all over her gaze.

Yoongi straightened his posture and looked at his mother, his eyes glistening with relief. “Thank you, mom.” Just then, a sudden realization struck him like a lightning bolt.

His mother was the only thing in his life motivating him to play piano. She was his biggest purpose in his life.