Music In the Dark (Suga Kookie -or- Yoonkook) BTS Fanfic by @_serendipityy_

{ Behind The Scenes }

Jungkook's POV
Jungkook decided that he would stay over at Tae's house for a bit since he had some stuff to get off his chest. It had been a couple days since the whole Suga thing and sometimes during lunch he would look up to see him playing all by himself in the art room. The lights were always dim and he imagined being by the guy's side, arm over his neck and singing to his songs but he could never hear them. All he could do was watch his hands move so smoothly and his head move to it, as if he was sucked into the music. Lately Jungkook felt lonely with Tae talking about his crushes all the time and Jimin telling about his experiences in his cafe where he would get to flirt with almost everyone. "You should try talking to him at lunch to be honest...but you know that song called Dear No One?" Taehyung asked, pulling his phone out. "Yeah. Not sure I know all the words though" "You should sing it and post it on the media. Do you have him on there?" V(Tae) got out his phone and searched up 'Min Yoongi' to quickly find him with ease. He added him and then gave the phone to Jungkook, using another phone to play the background music. He broke out into song, the words describing how he needed someone who could hold his hand and someone to give him their jacket, Be his man. He couldn't help but smile as he thought of Suga who seemed just as lonely as him since he never saw any girl in their while he practiced. He once saw him in the hallway with a tall male who was handsome. His face was super proportional and his smile was nice. They were laughing about something and when he saw Suga laugh his heart raced, and he felt as if he couldn't move. It was adorable. The way his eyes squinted a bit and his lips curled. Every little detail mattered. Nothing really happened after posting that video and everything was the same but he knew he would have to make a conversation with the guy. Eventually he made it all the way to the door, creaking it open and he froze. His presence was so close and he was unable to breathe, not needing to but he couldn't move any closer. All that mattered at that point was the fact that he could hear his beautiful music that once again gave him chills. He just ended up watching, leaning against the side of the door so he wasn't spotted. Suga's back was toward him and it was like that for several days. He never got the nerve to actually walk up to him, his body wouldn't let him. It was more confusing than ever. One day, he had to come into the art room after school to finish his paper mache that he was working on earlier in the day. He had to paint it and everything still and it was due the next day. He found himself dazing off as he did so, singing songs to get rid of the quietness. It really was quiet in here, wishing for the piano beside him to be playing with a certain someone sitting there.