Yoongi is in the middle of playing a Beethoven piece (finally, he gets to play classical for a gig) when the curator of the museum makes a beeline towards the corner of the minimalist white room he's in. Abstract art lines every wall, and he can't help but to glance around while he plays, avoiding eye contact with the approaching man. Not once has anything good come out of their talks.
"Min?"
"Yes, Mr. Jeon?" he responds, stopping after he finishes the line.
"I'll be going out for the rest of the night. I've assigned my son to take my place while I'm gone. Please report to him at the end of the night for your pay." Jeon declares, unamused. He swiftly turns on his heel and leaves without another word.
Yoongi, slightly confused, shakes the disturbance off. Beethoven is waiting.
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Read My Lips || Yoonmin || {COMPLETED}
FanfictionYoongi knows that not a whole lot of people appreciate his piano music. He doesn't expect a deaf boy to become his biggest fan.
