Unsung Melodies | ♡ Completed ♡

Chapter Thirty One

Yoongi opened the door. He lead me in and asked me to make myself at home. I anyway did not have a home in Seoul, so maybe Yoongi's home in Daegu would be my home.

"I dunno what to show in my place because you have already been here, but until I make you a cup of coffee, do anything you like." Yoongi said and left.

Well, there was nothing to do, so I strolled around the living room. There was a photo album on a rack next to a heap of old newspapers and I thought of going through that to kill the time.

Most of the baby pictures of Yoongi were there; he was with another elder boy in some, a couple of family photos were there, then there were elementary school pictures, teenage pictures and so on. The baby pictures seemed to have been taken by one of Yoongi's parents. He was such a bundle of adorableness even then.

Teenage Yoongi looked audacious than the elementary Yoongi. His hair was styled and he was wearing a big black wristwatch. It seemed that his attitudes took a huge turn when he was a teen. I wondered what had been the reason.

The rest of the pictures had been either taken by friends or were selcas. Only the baby pictures had his parents and the rest of the photo album did not even profess that Yoongi had his parents or that he had a brother.

At the end of the photo album was a pasted picture.

That was a picture of a girl who seemed to be about 14 years or so.

That was a picture of old me.

Probably he cut this off a yearbook. I won the creative writing prize in 2010, so I was featured in the yearbook that year.

He had really thought about me so much. Silly Yoongi.

"Here is your ...." Yoongi said as he made his way to the living room and was shocked to see me with the photo album, looking at the grinning face of mine.

He blushed furiously.

"I mean coffee.. here is yours."

"Min Yoongi, tell me why you pasted a picture of me in a family photo album of yours?"

"Umm- well, I liked you even then. There was no way to get a picture of you after you left so, I found an old yearbook at Namjoon's home and brought it home and cut it out. Don't worry, I got Namjoon's permission. I just wanted to remember you somehow. I wanted to find you again and quite by luck you came back."

He smiled.

I sipped the coffee. It was so nice to have coffee in autumn.

"Shall I show you my room?"

"Yeah sure?"

He took my hand brought me to a small room with a small bed and with a small brown piano.

It was fairly clean and modest. His study desk looked messy just like mine, but it was good.

"Do you play the piano Yooongi?"

"I used to play when I was a kid. Mom used to teach me."

"Play something for me? Please??"

"I can't even remember the notations."

"Just try."

I dragged the piano stool and opened the cover of the piano.

If pianos could rust, this would have rusted.

It was so dusty due to rare usage.

He asked me to hold his mug. He sat on the stool and cracked his fingers. It seemed to me that he was doing his warm-up session.

He then closed his eyes and lightly touched the keys and at once started playing.

The whole house seemed to echo the music back at us. His playing was powerful, yet what he played was so sad. I sat on the floor beside him, totally enchanted.

The way his long thin fingers glided on the ebony and marble keys was aesthetic. His music was piercing my heart and soul and filling me with such an amount of calm enthrallment.

May be this would be the Yoongi Effect on me.

Strong and calm.

He finished his piece and I was unaware of the fact that I was actually staring at him. I had rested my head on my hand and was half dreaming.

"Kristene," he smiled, "Why are you always staring at me?"

"That was beautiful... I have never listened to a piece beautiful as that Oppa."

"Silly girl, come here." He beckoned me to come and sit beside on the stool.

"Music had been one of my passions for a long time. Apart from loving you, music was my favourite escapade from reality. I just can express myself with every touch I have on the keys and I have never found a stronger self expression like music."

"Mhm... I see. I wish I could play something like you. But unfortunately I am only good in writing."

"Writing is your way of self expression. It changes. Anyway, you wanna have a go at the piano?"

Yoongi smiled and asked me.

"Yeah sure, why not?" I grinned and pressed my index finger on one key and it gave a horrible sound as if I were actually playing a notation composed by Dracula for Halloween.

"What's with that distorted look?"

"My playing is horrible Oppa."

"Let me help. Whenever you need me, or whenever even when you don't need me I will always be on look out for you. Just in case when you need me, call me from your heart and I'll be there."

He was really good at these cheesy explanations.

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A/N:

I don't own the pics. Credits go to the original uploaders. I only made a collage.