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"Thank you, Miss. Chastain! That was wonderful! I could truly sense the happiness from listening to your piece! You've put a smile on face!" The black haired male heard from his seat backstage. His right leg refused to stop bouncing as he waited for his name to be called out.
A hand resting on his shaking leg snapped him out of his thoughts.
"Yoongi, stop being so impatient, your name will be called out any minute now," Jin assured him with a long sigh. Yoongi only rolled his eyes as his leg resumed shaking in anticipation, causing the older male to chuckle.
He couldn't help it, he was excited - and a little nervous - but excited nonetheless. He was going to play one of his new works. This was going to be the first time he'll play it in public. Only Jin and Namjoon had heard it so far.
But this - this was different.
Namjoon was a psychology major, and Jin was a home ec major, and as much as their opinion mattered to him, the judges statements would matter more.
If he won first place in the Seoul International Music Competition this year, he would get a chance to study music for a year at New York's top music school - Juilliard School. Not only that but, all the expenses will be paid for.
It would be like a dream come true; so many of his favourite composers had graduated from that particular institution. He wanted to win this more than anything; he wanted to be on the same level as legends like Lowell Liebermann and Beata Moon.
"Next up is none other than one of our K Arts students, Min Yoongi!" His ears perked up at his name being called and stood up abruptly.
This was it.
"Oh my god, okay - now, remember to smile and you've got your sheet music with you, right? - Look at your tie! God, Yoongi, you're a mess," the pink haired male exclaimed, frantically fixing his tie. He pushed the knot a bit too far up, but he'll let it slide. If anything, the older male was more anxious about his performance than Yoongi himself. That's Kim Seokjin for you - (naggy) mother of four (and yes, that included Namjoon).
"Even your hair is a mess, oh god-" Before the older of the two could reach for his saliva covered fingers - which Yoongi would've definitely killed Jin for, had they touched his hair - he stopped him by grabbing the other's wrist.
