beauty the richest of foreign masterpieces, attitude the hardest of stone, heart the softest of cotton.
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yet again it was midnight as yoongi swiftly pressed keys on the polished piano, sat in the middle of the room as lamps surrounded all around on the ebony wood. jimin stood behind the piano, crossed arms resting on top as he watched the concentrated elder's face.
never had he seen such beauty before.
the devilishly handsome male ended the song with proud beaming from onyx eyes, confidence leaving his fingertips as the last key was pressed. a quiet chorus of claps filled the now quiet room, the source being an impressed jimin.
"that was..." don't lie don't lie don't lie. "beautiful, hyung. very well done."
yoongi smirked, his dark lustre shining through but the gratitude spoke a different tale. "thank you jimin."
it was too heated.
the elder annoyed jimin, he really did, scaring him a little too. he didn't know why since he hadn't seen him do anything violent. there was just something about this black haired man screaming that he belonged in the depths of hell.
and not to mention jimin just wanted to do something a little more than kissing to this piece of artwork.
worst part?
yoongi felt the exact same way. he was supposed to be cold hearted and only strive after addictions when he was bored, but this younger pretty brunet made his heart soft and mind cloud.
he didn't know he was capable of such emotions before.
i'm a liar, i can't get involved with something that could just end with both of us getting hurt, jimin mentally sighed to himself.
