don't expect a meaningful apology my love, because i never was one to express emotions properly.
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it was a beautiful sound and he got drawn in once more like he had done many times before. no other sound was as melodic and elegant, as the music min yoongi created with just his fingertips nimbly running along ivory keys. each and every time it drew jimin in, and he didn't even care.
he should be upset that yoongi didn't want to 'show him off'. but at this point, he was simply used to being used over and over again for some petty source of entertainment.
"come here, baby. come in." yoongi spoke from the piano, finishing the song abruptly as the familiar scent of the younger swirled in his mind. cinnamon and a slight trace of fresh cotton.
jimin stared down at his feet as they moved across floorboards, moving slow as his steps stopped near the piano. yoongi sighed and grabbed his thick thighs, pulling him into a warm embrace as the brunet shivered from immediate change in temperature.
"y–yoongi..." jimin sobbed into a denim cladded shoulder, short arms hooking around a pale neck as his legs were wound around the elder's waist.
"jimin..." yoongi stared at the end of fraying bandages poking out from the t–shirt cuffs, some strands dried scarlet. "don't you ever do that again. you don't need to ruin your beautiful skin anymore."
but it makes me feel better. "i–i know hy–hyung. i d–don't like it eit–either."
