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Y/N
After waving off Hoseok and deciding that it would be best for Tae to come over another night prior to him falling into a coma, I woke up YoonGi, not saying anything to him and rushing into the house.
It was almost 12:00 am but with the uncanny lack of sleep bedtime was still several hours away.
I slipped into some loose shorts and a baggy hoodie, now sitting in the study by the piano, writing a song trying my best to clear my mind of YoonGi and the weirdly comforting events earlier.
Me and this kid who used to live opposite my house would create little songs together and planned our future career as a duo on them; he was the violinist and I played piano accompaniment. When he moved cities, he took all the sheet music with him and goodness knows where he is now. Song writing was just a hobby I continued to keep me stress free.
My fingers hovered over the keys when YoonGi's unbearably close face appeared in my mind again and I face planet the keys, producing a not-so-nice sound.
I hadn't meant for it to happen. It just did. I didn't realize YoonGi didn't want to kiss me, either. Holy mackerel was that embarrassing?
Grimacing and doing some weird hand dance, I shook my head like it would shake out these repetitive thoughts. I stared at the infilled sheet music resting on the piano stand. It stared back at me.
"What do you want from me?"
Yes. I was talking to a blank sheet of paper.
I laughed at myself when there was no response and wiped the foolish smile off my face, proceeding to hit random chords in hopes of making a new melody.
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YoonGi
My eyes squinted open to the distant sound of a weight lift being dropped onto a bunch of piano keys.
I was reminded of an article that Jungkook had sent me some time ago about ghosts and their haunting during the night coming with creepy piano sounds.
Holy shit... piano ghosts are real.
Waiting for my eyes to grow accustomed to the darkness of the room until I could just about make out the shape of Y/N's wardrobe, I scanned the room from underneath the duvet, feeling extremely on edge. Nothing was there. I was brought to the astonishing conclusion that piano ghosts are not an actual thing and they do not haunt Y/N's house. Also, that I'm an idiot.
Groaning, I rolled over and clumsily felt about for my phone. Bingo. I checked the time. 4:07 am.
What the heck is Y/N doing up at this time smashing a piano?
I debated on whether I should check on her or not for a little while. A part of me still feeling nauseous from what I accidentally said to her after the kiss. I felt a weird empty pit of dissatisfaction in my gut. I groaned at myself again and buried my face in the bend of my elbow.
