Non-bulletproof Boyscouts

Piano

                   

Taehyung's pov

I was confused after I opened my eyes. Apparently I had been clinging onto her in my sleep. I had to use all of my acting skills to get myself out of that mess.

I apologized, turned around and pretended to go to sleep again. But how could I sleep? My heart was racing and I could feel my ears turn red. I hoped she didn't notice.

I heard she got up, probably looking for the bathroom.  The minute I heard her going upstairs my whole body relaxed and I sighed.

Someone tapped my shoulder. I turned around and saw Jimin and Jungkook look at me. Jimin was smirking and Jungkook looked... angry?

"We saw that." Jimin said.

"what?" I asked. My eyes widened. Jimin giggled. And raised his eyebrows suggestively. Jungkook pressed his tongue against his cheek and looked away from me as he got up and walked to the kitchen.

Jimin followed him with his eyes, grinned and mumbled: "This just got a whole lot better."

Luna's pov

I helped them clean up the mess we had made before leaving.

I went home, my parents weren't there, just a note telling me to charge my phone and call them. I took my phone out of my pocket, the battery was dead indeed. I shrugged and put the phone next to the note before going upstairs and getting started on my schoolwork.

Unfortunately, I couldn't concentrate on anything so I left the house again.

I had been wandering around the city and my feet had brought me to my grandma's old café. She was too old to run it, but the building was in perfect shape. It would probably bring in a lot of money if we sold it.

However, grandma wanted to keep it until she died. She'd given me the keys a month ago. I had spent quite some time here since we came to this village. I went inside and looked around. Everything was still covered with white clothes.

The bar was on the left, the chairs and tables on the right. And in the back was the little stage with the piano. I left the front door open and walked to the back. I climbed up the stage and lifted the cloth from the piano.

I lifted the key lid so I could see the shiny white and black keys. A memory popped up in my head. I felt tears coming so I slammed the key lid to cover the keys and covered the memory at the same time.

"Hey! Stop torturing that beautiful piano!"

Startled I turned around.  Yoongi, one of Jungkook's friends, stood in the doorway. He looked so angry I apologized without noticing.

"Sorry," I mumbled: "What are you doing here?" He ignored my question and walked up to the stage, jumped on and walked past me to stand behind the keys. I turned around to face him.

He had opened the lid and was caressing the keys. I noticed he had long slender fingers, like all piano players do. "You play piano?" I asked.

He looked at me as if I just told him the earth was flat. "Of course."

I tried not to roll my eyes as he sat down and pressed some keys. I crossed my arms and asked: "How good are you?"

He glanced at me and said: "Better than you or anyone you know."

I wanted to protest when he started playing one classic after another, all linked together perfectly. I looked at him in disbelief. I felt like I was 13 again, looking at my brother having fun. Yoongi stopped playing and looked at me with a smug look on his face.