Brown Piano

Bown Piano Part 2

Part Two:

Y/N's Perspective:

It was about five months after Yoongi found the piano, while things weren't going as well, as he used almost all of our savings for the instrument. We needed money for food, and to pay rent, so I decided to go to the local hospital in our neighborhood, and sing there for patients as a job. That afternoon, I went to visit the hospital, and offer them what I have had come up with. I had heard that there was another person there that would go there and sing for fun, but mainly for the elderly. I knew that they would also let me sing too, as it wouldn't do any harm, and it would make their hospital have a happier vibe. I decided to bring my guitar that I had since I was 14 years old too, in case I could start my job directly that afternoon. Even though I already work at Hope's supermarket in the mornings, I knew that I should get another job, as Yoongi is still working as hard as he can on his music. I didn't want him to stop doing what he loves, so another job wouldn't be as bad as seeing Yoongi unhappy.

When I finally arrived, I checked myself out in the bathroom mirror inside the hospital, just to make sure that I looked presentable. I slowly made my way to the information desk, to ask if I could apply for a job there. "Good morning." I started to greet the woman there with a happy smile. "Yes? How can I help you?" she replied to me with the same type of smile I had on. I told her my plans about working here in the afternoons singing for the patients, and with just a simple nod, and a single finger held up as a sign of "One second", she started typing numbers quickly into a phone, and called somebody. When the person on the other line picked up, the woman greeted a "sir" person real politely, making me curious in who she was talking to.

After a couple of minutes into their boring but polite conversation, the woman I had talked to was telling "sir" that I, "a woman" wanted to apply for a job, singing in the afternoons for their patients. After a couple of her nodding to "sir" (even though the person isn't able to see her numerous nods), and always agreeing with "sir", she hung up, looked at me. And gave me some news from "sir", "I just called the head of the hospital's son, as the head of the hospital went on vacations." I chuckled a little bit as she said that. I couldn't imagine it, Parrapio, the head of the hospital that always wears suites and always formal, wearing swimming suits and floral shirts in Hawaii. "And he wants to let you know he would like to meet you tomorrow at 2:30 sharp for an audition." she continued. I almost burst out laughing to what she has just said. Tomorrow at 2:30 sharp I repeated in my head. I could feel my eyes tearing up, as I would have had ever predicted that Jin, Parrapio's son, would say such a thing. He doesn't act his age. He acts like he is 18, when he is actually is 26. But when he tries to be his age, he acts like he is over 30 years old.

You might be wondering why I know all this information about Jin, so let me explain. Jin and Yoongi went to the same university of arts, and were roommates for the whole time Jin was attending the university. Of course, they became friends during the three years of being roommates, and they became pretty close. Jin was studying about the art of acting, to pursue his dream of becoming a famous actor some day. Occasionally, Yoongi would call Jin to come to our studio apartment to rate our music, and help make it even better. Those days, he would also try to impress Yoongi with his cooking skills, but like always, Yoongi would complain about how bad it was, but never compliment how good it was.

After I calmed myself down from all the laughter I was hiding, I left the hospital after a simple nod and a farewell, ready to go back to Yoongi and tell him about the great news.

Yoongi's Perspective:

"Y/N! Where are you?" I started to scream one afternoon, panicking a little bit. I had just woken up from my afternoon nap like I almost always do, in order to work on my things even better, to satisfy myself more with my music. What if she left me for some other guy? I asked myself. She must have had left me, leaving me alone. With almost no money. Just you.