Yoongi
"Who taught you piano?"
I closed my eyes and thought of the memories. Back when she was still alive.
"It must be perfect."
"Every single note must be perfect or else I can't call you my son."
"Play it better!"
"Play it faster!"
I tried. I tried so hard. But it wasn't the way she wanted it.
I just wanted to play for fun.
She slapped me.
I deserved it.
I wanted to stop.
But I couldn't.
This was the only way she could get better.
I thought.
I thought she would get better.
I didn't realise I was crying so hard until I felt a pair of arms wrapped around me. I snapped back into reality.
"I don't know why you're crying, but it's okay." He said in a soothing voice.
"You can tell me when you're ready."
I held on to him tight.
He felt so warm.
His scent was so nice.
"Thank you, Hoseok."
