♡ Keys ♡ → myg | pjm

♡One♡

"Mr. Min, sir, please. Allow me to go out for you so you can continue working." The young maid blocking the front door had stopped the blonde male, who looked quite displeased with the interruption.

"Please, Jisoo. I appreciate the thought but I can run my own errands." He shook his head. "The shopping center isn't far, and it's a Sunday afternoon. I'll be fine."

"But the media has been obsessed with you recently, especially after you announced the release of your newest piece is pushed back another month!" Jisoo worries, her hands nervously linking together.

"I'm aware. I'll be careful and if I'm caught by somebody, I'll be polite this time." Yoongi teased lightly as he threw on a light coat. "Now will you please let me leave? I just need some more pens. I've run my others dry."

Jisoo frowned a little. "Still no luck with composing that piece?"
"I don't even know where to begin... my inspiration has just run so dry." The blonde male sighed heavily. "It'll come to me, I'm sure. A walk to the store will do me good."

The maid sighed and reluctantly stepped out of the way. "If you insist." 

Yoongi smiled at her. "Don't be so hesitant, Jisoo. I'll be fine."

And with that, the blonde haired man wearing glasses and a turtleneck left the expensive home. 
He did as he intended, and that was take a walk to the shopping mall that was not that far from where he lived. However even taking walks these days was getting to be difficult.

In the past few years, his fame as a pianist and composer had only risen, although it seemed to be mainly within Daegu. Yoongi wasn't complaining, if anything he preferred it that way. Thinking that he could escape from the chaos of fame was a comforting though.

And he may just have to do that soon, now with all of the press he's been getting. If Yoongi had known he'd get his privacy invaded constantly, then he never would have pursued piano playing or composing. He had begun this simply to live out his passion, but now his inspiration had run dry and the media had sucked the fun from his work. 

He had been promising new material to be showcased by the end of the year, and it was almost November. He had no new music, no new pieces, nothing. Not even an inkling of where to go.

Right now what Yoongi felt he needed was a change of pace, a break from his life style and a new set of surroundings. Maybe he could plan a few weeks vacation to aid in reviving his creativity. But that was a task for another time.

Aimlessly, Yoongi wandered into the small shopping mall. All he really needed was a new set of pens, and maybe some more tea.

He didn't know why he had chosen to write his works out in pen, since now more than ever he was tossing papers left and right. It was to the point where there was a pile of crumpled and ripped pieces of paper, an assortment of works started but never finished.

While the idea of still using pens was a bit absurd, tea still sounded good.

So after getting some pens, he went in search of the mall's tea store, pleased to find that it was open and hardly busy at all. He entered and browsed the selection that was offered, his gaze fixated on the display of tea options. 

"Hey, watch out!" A voice called and Yoongi startled, looking just in time to see that he had almost walked right into a tea set display. 

When he looked to see who it was, he saw a brunette boy, arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed. 

"That's expensive and my friend is borrowing it from me for the season. Watch out and don't break it, got it?" 

The brunette glared at Yoongi, who in any other circumstance would have been apologetic immediately, but something about this other male made him... amused.

"My bad, I wasn't paying attention." Yoongi smiled apologetically and adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

The brunette snorted, as if to say 'yeah right,' but he left it at that. His gaze softened and became curious. 

"You look like you live in a study full of old philosophy books and live off of tea, y'know. That turtleneck and the glasses, with the jacket? Sorry, but, how do people take you seriously." The boy shook his head.

Yoongi's eyes widened a bit, taken aback. He wasn't sure if that was meant as an insult or...?

"Um-"
"It's cool. You do you. I'm Jimin, by the way." 

Yoongi stared at him. Did this Jimin not know who he was? Not that Yoongi was upset, just... surprised. It was rare that someone didn't at least recognize his face.

"Um, I'm-"

"Jimin! Can you help me do inventory?" A voice from somewhere behind the main counter called the brunette boy, who in turn rolled his eyes with an amused smile.

"Duty calls. See you around, turtle."
"Turtle?"

"Yeah. No time to complete introductions and you looked like a turtle." Jimin grinned and disappeared into the back, leaving Yoongi to stand there dumbfounded. 

Turtle?

Yoongi decided he'd skip buying tea and went home instead. Somewhere inside of him, a spark had ignited and it was all thanks to that brunette boy. 

The spark managed to transform into a partial piece of work, which Yoongi was quite satisfied with. He played it over and over, thin fingers dancing across the smooth keys of the piano like it was all he knew how to do.

He tipped his head back and closed his eyes as he allowed his heart to spill onto the keys, gushing until there was nothing left to spill and all that remained was the remainder of the curious spark inside of him. 

The spark that the curious brunette stranger... Jimin. 

Yoongi loved that name. 

A/N: I've never written YoonMin before bear with me pls