WINGS || Taehyung

#24 - Late Nights

You twisted and turned about in your bed as you struggled to get a shut eye.

It definitely wasn't the mattress - oh, no - it was pure bliss. It was the darned throbbing in your head and a gut feeling you kept having which you weren't able to pin point exactly why you were getting. With one final groan of frustration, you sprang up from the mattress and tied your hair back into a ponytail - might as well do something productive.
So you decided to tour the house - or specifically, a room that had been on your mind since your arrival.

Yoongi was long aware of your movements - he'd heard you get up from the bed, the springs in them had squeaked in response. He'd even heard you wearing your slippers before shuffling to the door and opening it, only to attempt to quieten the shuffling of the slippers against the marble floor. You'd clicked your tongue in reprimand and removed the offensive material from under your feet before tip-toeing your way to the center of the corridor - where the stairs began it's descent. Your attempts at trying to stay quiet were quite hilariously entertaining. He'd even let out a chuckle when you gasped loudly as you missed a step.

Opening his door with expert quiet, he followed your descent down the stairs - you obviously too preoccupied with trying not to wake anybody.

If it weren't for Yoongi's sensitive hearing, he'd definitely have never heard you; you were good in stealth, he'd give you that much. And he too, kept that tiny piece of information mentally noted.

He watched from the fourth step - you'd slipped into the room on his left, where his pianoforte and the numerous paintings of his father and forefathers were.

You on the other hand hadn't come down because of the paintings, but it was the pianoforte specifically that lured you. As you eyed the instrument and the cover that lay over the keys, you had the slight urge to lift it. You bit your lip in consideration. Maybe it wouldn't hurt.

After a few moments of contemplation, you gave in and lifted the cover. The moment your eyes fell onto the keys, you let out a gasp. Instead of the the flat and sharp keys being black, they were a brilliant blood red, making the keys seem more mesmerizing. You kept staring at it, too deep into the beauty of it to notice the shuffling of another pair of feet.

'Love the keys, do you?' You heard a husky voice speak from the darkness. You almost screamed but noticed Yoongi's face in the moonlight.

'Oh,' You sighed in relief, 'It's you, Yoongi.' You smiled, slightly embarrassed. Perhaps you hadn't been quiet enough.

He chuckled and came closer, standing next to you in front of the grand instrument. 'You were as quiet as one person could ever get, Y/N.' The observation made you raise your brows in question. Before you could voice it, he interrupted you cleverly -

'Know how to play one?' He asked slightly louder, and you nodded your head enthusiastically, forgetting his previous dialogue instantly. He hummed.

'I would've asked you to play, but there are people sleeping,' He smiled and turned himself to face the paintings. You looked at him and followed his gaze, it landing on a portrait of a very handsome man.

'Who's that?' You asked out of sheer curiosity. Through your peripheral vision you saw him glance at you. He sighed through his nose.

'That's- that's my father. He used to run a real estate company. The rest of the portraits are the men of previous generations, who passed on the business to their sons.' He explained as he pointed around the whole room, your gaze following his finger as they crossed each painting. It was not entirely a lie - they did run a real estate company. It was taken as a supportive measure or all the Royal Red Bloods, just in case they'd ever have to spend more time than intended on Earth. And not to brag, their business absolutely flourished - if considered how rarely the Royals found themselves ascending to Earth.