Min Yoon-Gi
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Note: The illness being described in the story is not real, not that I know of. I didn't do any research
(Please play music in the media throughout the one shot to get a deeper feeling, if you wish that is)
Italics - is your thoughts or you doing sign language
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(y/n) - your name
(h/l) - hair length
(h/c) - hair colour
(e/c) - eye colour
Living life on a regular basis is difficult by itself, but it becomes more difficult when you look after yourself with an incurable illness. Especially with all the medication and the constant checkups. Being born with weak lungs and undeveloped voice box is hard. You can't put yourself in risky situations that cause your heartbeat to rise or the fact that you can't talk so much that you end up in a coughing fit. It's hard, but you learn to overcome this and be happy with the way things are. And you're ok. A bright smiling girl, with (h/l) (h/c) hair, happy (e/c) eyes and a kind heart. A hard worker like yourself earned the respect of those around you, even being an early graduate from college at the age of 22 challenging with something all your life.
You have worked with a music production, earning your love of music. Though you could not sing, you could play any instrument just from listening, your senses more heightened allowed you this gift. Your favourite instrument was the grand piano. Your favourite song, I Need You by BTS or Bangtan Sonyeondan. Your heart could understand any emotion emanating from any instrument, feel the hard work and the effort. The raw talent and emotion that was held within the melody and the harmony of any piece of music. You understood better than any musician themselves, and you were applauded for that.
BTS was the group that had helped you find your love of music. Being hospitalized for more than half your life, you had nothing better to do. But once catching a tune of this band and you were eager to learn an instrument. Eager to try and replicate the raw emotion that these songs held. BTS was your role model and your saviour. If you had never heard of them, you wouldn't be as successful as you are now in life. And you were grateful to them, being a hidden ARMY and supporting them along the way. You were thankful for the life they had given you. Only if there was a way for them to know this. Especially Min Yoongi.
Your heart first leapt when you heard him sing, when you head him rap, when you saw him dance. You could see and feel his love of music and his hard work. And that's what you fell in love with him about. His dedication, the hard work, the time he puts into his songs and the emotion. The first song you ever learned was I Need You on the Grand Piano, falling in love with the melody and the harmony. The song was so strong and heartfelt, this song being your escape from reality when times got tough. And at times, it did get tougher than you expected them to be.
You were running some errands for your manager, swiftly moving down the tight corridor and slipping past people. The important documents in hand and your new recorded song in your pocket. People greet you and you smile back, waving timidly as your mind was set to deliver the papers. Arriving at your boss's door, you knock twice before entering. Carefully placing the documents on the table, you were about to head out before you heard your name get called.
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BTS Oneshots [Discontinued]
Fanfic~Like it says in the title ^^ ~I write anything that comes to mind, either angst, fluff or lemon ~I don't do requests, not yet anyway