BTS, WHO? [ON HIATUS]

>> First Love <<

(imagines)

Theme : The title and picture is self-explanatory...xD

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The clear sounds of rubber soled shoes thudded against the wooden pavement. Yoongi pushed the large metal door open as it creaks against its hinges, a clear sign that this place has been left alone for long.

He fanned the air that gushed out of the place, coughing a little with the dust and cobwebs that came with it. Squinting a little, Yoongi took a few seconds to adjust to the light that poured through the large windows in the room.

Looking around, a small smile tugged at the ends of his lips as the place is just like how he remembers it. As if frozen in time, this place seemed to be the only one that is exactly the same, unaffected by anything.

Large white cloths draped over every single furniture in the room. He could pinpoint the exact pieces that laid underneath them.

The leather couch...

The glass coffee table...

The oak wood shelf...

and...

A piano...

Taking long strides to the piano, Yoongi drew a deep breath as his pale trembling hands grasped the ends of the white cloth. Gulping a little, he lifted the cloth. The cloth slid from his hands slowly and landed in a heap by his feet.

Yoongi stood, mesmerized by the wooden musical instrument in front of him. It is just like how he remembered it. Majestic and brown, right in the corner of his memories.

Slowly, he dragged the leather chair. Resting his weight on the cushion, he rested his hands on the fallboard of the piano.

He traced the beautiful curvature of the musical masterpiece as memories that the piano brought with him started rekindling within him. Grasping the edges of the fallboard, his knuckled turned white.

A weird feeling of excitement, longing and strangely...even piercing pain coursed through his body as he slowly lifted the fallboard, revealing the black and white keys that laid perfectly. Beautiful, lonely and untouched.

His nimble fingers rested on the white keys. Hesitating, he took his time as close his eyes and his forefinger played a single note, once.

The beautiful sound resonates throughout the room. Despite being left alone for a long time, the piano still produces beautiful notes and music.

Drawing in a deep breath, Yoongi's eyes flutter open. He nodded firmly as his sure fingers skimmed across the keys, playing that one song he knew by heart. That one song with a deep meaning. That one song that holds many memories. That one song that he shared.

He remembers the days when he would sit by the river, enjoying the sounds of nature. The chirping of the birds, the sounds of the flowing waters, the soothing blowing winds and even, he seemed to be able to hear the sun shining brightly.

The music notes would be in his hands, a wooden pencil sitting perfectly in his hands. The pencil would dip and curve creating masterpieces. Dark black lead leaving its prints on the paper.

His fingers rested on the last note. Yoongi let go of the breath he didn't realize he was holding. Out of the corner of his eyes, he notices a figure darting past the slightly ajar door.