2019.
The yellow cab stopped with a screech near the tall building. Shenjae came out of the car with Fanha in her hands; her expression was sour.
After waiting for the bus for 20 minutes, Fanha suddenly started crying and her fever rose to an unbearable degree, just in time for the bus to come both of them decided to visit a paedriatician. Thus, they had to wait for another local bus for 20 more minutes because the hospital was in opposite direction to their residences. Although they arrived at proper time, the doctor was busy because supposedly one of his rich friends had to come and he was waiting for him.
She was annoyed out of the world when Jung kook tried to complain to the doctor and he instead of apologizing or feeling guilty defended his nepotism. Anyways, at least Fanha got checked, but the last bus had left the station by the time they were free and Jung kook had to call a cab.
Both of them waited in silence for the elevator and decided to take the stairs when it didn't reach the ground floor for a good seven minutes. Of course, Jung kook carried Fanha and never complained.
Reaching near the door of his apartment, faint music could be heard. Jung kook sighed in relief at the calming tone, and Shenjae started chuckling.
"Is he for real?" she muttered in between her laughter.
Both of them quietly made their way into Jung kook's apartment; the soft, euphoric tone of piano soothed their hearts like daffodils soothed Wordsworth, both of them forgetting their upsetting mood and nodding lightly to the spring of delicate tones.
Fanha wiggled in her sleep comfortably, as if she had finally found the sleep she wanted.
Shenjae let her bag rest on the small table in the entrance as she advanced deeper into the apartment, jungkook at once left for the kitchen, probably to brew some coffee.
"appa" Shenjae whispered, accompanying her father on the piano stool and side-hugging him. He nodded in response and continued the motion of his delicate fingers.
She let her head rest on his shoulder and closed her eyes with fanha deep in sleep in her arms.
The old man stopped the piano and took Fanha in his hands, letting his slender, pale fingers massage his granddaughter's small head.
"Look at how much she has grown. Have you both been taking good care of her?" he asked while looking lovingly at the little pouty angel.
"We are trying to", she whispered as if in a trance with her eyes still closed.
"Is everything okay?" he asked, despite knowing the lie she would feed him.
"Pretty fine for me, though Kook overburdens himself; he needs scolding, I guess," she replied.
"abeoji" came jungkook with a tray of mugs in his hands.
"Ah, young man", he stood up and patted Jung kook's back. Jung kook put the tray on the coffee table in the centre of the room.
There was only a single sofa in the room next to the coffee table, with the wall. In front of the sofa was a small television. It was a living sort of room with a window and the piano right next to it, if you were playing the piano, your back will be facing the sofa and your front will be towards the window.
Jung kook plopped himself on one of the cushions on the floor. Shenjae kept sitting on the piano stool but now she was facing the two men.
"So abeoji, how is daegu doing?" Jung kook asked, knowing neither of the other two would initiate the conversation.
"Cut the crap, kid." The old man snorted.
Jung kook knew where shenjae's name for him, "kid", came from.
"Knew you two will be having some problems here and there; spit 'em out; Jae baby is no help", Shenjae snorted at the nick name, which seemed to have stuck with her for an eternity.
"Nothing we can't handle, but noona has been overworking; she also took the coffee shop job; the boss there is so fiery," Jung kook tried to convince him.
"Stop badmouthing me; at least I did not go to the midnight alley for winning money by boxing. Have you shown your bruises to him?" Shenjae backfired.
Jung kook slumped down.
"You two," the old man snorted.
It was enough for both of them to simmer down, mostly Shenjae.
"I have this old friend, Billie, who used to produce music back when I was still young. I helped her a number of times in producing music. In short, she is coming to Seoul and was asking for a helping hand. I want you two to quit these petty jobs and work for her." He commanded them.
"It won't last long; what does she need help for? Both of us have plain zero knowledge about music." Shenjae stated.
Jung kook gulped at that.
"This oppa of yours was a music major, jae baby," the old man giggled, pointing towards Jung kook.
"What? Then, how did you become a florist? I thought you were a florist since forever," Shenjae shouted.
"Actually, noona, uh, I..." Jung kook stammered.
"Your oppa topped the music major in his sophomore year", the old man added.
"He is not my oppa", Shenjae scoffed.
"Well, technically, he is," he said while caressing Fanha.
"Wait, how did you even know this when I didn't?" Shenjae raised her eyebrows.
"The name's Min Yoongi; I know the A to G of everything," he winked.
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