Brown Piano

Brown Piano Part 5

Part Five:

Yoongi's Perspective:

It was the night after I got Jungkook's call. I was walking with Y/N after eating at a Thai restaurant. "It's not your fault that happened. You shouldn't blame yourself" and "It was his fault. He even said that himself." she kept on telling me that night. My head was full of thoughts about the party from months ago, always ending at the conclusion of the actions were to blame on me.

After about ten minutes after we ate, we were crossing a street. Of course, like it was at night, every corner of the street was dark. "It wasn't even your fault!" Y/N continued, making me even more fed up with myself, and her words. Making feel even worse about the situation, "Why are you even trying to forgi-" I swung my arm she was clinging on away from her, cutting her off, and exchanging it with a face of surprize, and worry on her face. "LEAVE ME ALONE!" I ordered. I could see her face getting more worried, and her eyes sparkling under the street lamps. I knew she was about to cry. "Could you move back to your apartment for some time? I'll need some time alone. I need to think things through." I told her. Space. I needed space. I have had always loved my own space, ever since I was a little boy. I leaned forward, hugging her with all my heart, both my of my arms wrapped around her. "It'll just be a week or two, or just even a couple of days. Ok?" I assured her, but I felt drips of water making my neck wet. Tears. She was crying. I hugged her even tighter for some seconds, finally letting go. "I'll help you pack up some of your things, so you can leave tomorrow." I tell her, trying to look into her eyes, but her face was faced to the ground, I could see her sparkling tears still falling onto her cheeks. "Okay?" I ask her, finally nodding in agreement with me. "Now. Could you stop crying for me, please. You're making me feel even worse." I tell her, "If not I'll cry too, and you know I never cry."

I take her chin between my two fingers, lifting her face, to face mine.

Y/N's Perspective:

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" he shouted at me. We were about two meters away from each other now. LEAVE ME ALONE! I repeat his words in my head. I felt everything around us melting away, my eyes starting burn. Was he breaking up with me? I ask myself, worried. I heard his voice, but all I could hear was "Could you move back to your apartment for some time?" before I started to panic even more than before. Everything was moving to fast. The next thing I felt happening was his arms being wrapped around me, hugging me. I didn't know what was happening, so I just hugged him back, digging my face into her neck, letting my tears flow out onto the world, and him. Is he going to apologize? That he didn't mean what he said? But no. "I'll help you pack up some of your things, so you can leave tomorrow." he said, pulling away from the hug. I didn't know to react, so I just stared at the ground, still letting my tears flow into the world, but now, instead of also Yoongi's neck, it's just my cheeks. "Okay?" he asks me, trying to get an answer from me. I didn't know what to do, so I just nodded my head, agreeing to what he has asked for.

"Now. Could you stop crying for me, please. You're making me feel even worse." I ignored him, the man who made me like this. Yeh. You should feel bad! I wanted to answer, but didn't have the power for. "If not I'll cry too, and you know I never cry." he said, still trying to stop me tears.

I suddenly felt his warm fingers on my chin, tilting it up, so I would facing him. This gave me chills down my body. There, with beautiful eyes, he was leaning into me.

Yoongi's Perspective:

I leaned forward, into the crying girl in front of me, with my fingers brushing into her hair, and finally kissing her wet lips from her crying.

Y/N's Perspective:

Didn't he just break up with me? I ask myself confused with the situation. This thought immediately disappeared when he pulled away, looking into my eyes deeply whispering, "We're not breaking up." leaving me with a sigh of relief, feeling a little better, as he answered my question. We're not breaking up I repeat in my head, finally starting to stop my tears from flowing down my hot cheeks. I nodded at him, while a smile started to form on my face.

He took my hand, and started to walk back to his studio apartment. When we got there, he immediately fell asleep with his clothes still on. I laughed at him, seeing how adorable his sleeping face was. I could tell he had been really tired and stressed today, making me feel bad about what I've done minutes ago.

I decided to take a shower before going to sleep. This could even be the last shower I take here I thought to myself, still doubting he was going to break up with me during our time apart. After I finished blow drying my hair, trying not to make any sound, I tiptoed to the bed Yoongi was sleeping in. I glanced at the clock on the nightstand 12:03 a.m. I read. I sighed, looking at him sleeping again, and smiled while getting in with the peacefully sleeping boy.

***

The next morning I woke up to the sight of Yoongi still sleeping like last night. I have had been staring at him sleep for almost two hours last night, thinking about things; our past, how we met, our first date. In that time, I also decided to go sing in the hospital whenever I had free time, drawing smile on patient's faces, and hanging out with V, as I wouldn't have anything to do at my apartment, away from him.

Yoongi's Perspective:

I woke up the next morning, to the sizzling sound that came from the kitchen, while I could smell waffles in the air, making me jump to my feet, and wash myself, to get ready for breakfast. I walked into the dining room, finding Y/N placing plates of waffles, scrambled eggs and fruit on the table. I went into the kitchen, helping her get the utensils, later the honey, and whipped cream, while she got the chocolate.

When I finally sat down, she nodded at me, giving me the permission to start eating, as I for sure had a hungry and desperate face on me. I finally took a waffle, placed it on my plate, piling fruits, honey, and whipped cream on it. Y/N stared at me, satisfied with what she saw, as I poked my fork into the fluffy waffle, cutting a piece off, and finally eating it. I knew I had a really happy, and joyful smile, as she chuckled at me, and started to eat her own.

Y/N's Perspective:

When we finished cleaning the dishes and tidying the kitchen and dining room, I knew I had to start packing up some of my things, as I was asked to move out for some time. I walked into our room, and to the closet. "Well, I guess I should start packing now..." I told myself, followed by a disappointed sigh. When my backpack was half full of things, I felt a hand on my shoulder, making me flinch a little, as I was lost in my mind seconds ago. "I'll help." he said, looking down at my dark eyes, like his. I smiled, letting him some space to get to the closet. I have had already picked things out from the closet that I wanted to take with me, so he would know what to put in my backpack.