♡ Keys ♡ → myg | pjm

♡Ten♡

It was mornings like these that Yoongi questioned why he didn't block Taehyung's number. 

And "mornings like these" happened way too often. 

"You're dating Jimin?! My Jiminnie?!" Taehyung's voice pierced through the phone lines, sharp and alert despite it being 7 in the morning. 

Yoongi was definitely not alert. 

"Your Jiminnie...? What? No, no Taehyung, I'm not." Yoongi grumbled, rubbing his face with his free hand. 

Taehyung scoffed. "All of Daegu's tabloids say otherwise!" 

Yoongi's eyes shot open from their previously half-open state and his mind began to turn gears. "Oh... Oh shit, Tae, listen you- you can't let him see those, any of those when he's in Daegu for his dance recital." He sat up in his bed. 

"That would require me to steer him clear of literally anywhere that sells magazines... You're the most famous musician here and now that people see you're potentially dating-"

"But I'm not!"

"-somebody, they won't shut up for ages! How did they even hear about this?!" Taehyung demanded again and Yoongi held the phone away from his ear briefly. 

Yoongi put his hand against his forehead. "Jimin and I were going to lunch and that crazy lady- I don't bother to learn her name- stopped us and I may or may not have lied to Jimin and said she was a clingy ex? So he-"

"You... lied to Jimin? What the hell, Yoongi?" 

"He doesn't know who I am, Taehyung! I didn't want to spoil this... I mean, yeah, in hindsight I should have told him earlier, but I will tell him. I promise." Yoongi sighed. 

Taehyung sighed as well. "Fine." There was some shuffling, and Yoongi figured Taehyung was probably shifting the phone over to his other ear. "So... Then, you're not dating him. Do you want to?" 

Yoongi almost choked on his own saliva. "Do I- No! I mean, I don't know? Maybe, it's too early for that kind of conversation, Taehyung, Jesus." He sank back into his bed. "I mean... he's cute and super sweet but- I don't... I don't know?"

Taehyung hummed on the other end of the line and there was some more shuffling. Yoongi furrowed his brows. 

"What are you doing over there?"

"Getting ready for work. I own a tea shop, remember?" Taehyung laughed. "Wake up at 6:30, out the door by 7:30, open the shop at 8:00."

Yoongi wrinkled his nose at the thought. "That sucks."

"Not everyone lives the luxurious life, Yoongi." Taehyung sang, although Yoongi knew Taehyung really didn't care. That boy was content with anything. "I gotta go now. Keep me updated on this Jimin thing, and I promise I won't spill the beans."

Yoongi grumbled a groggy goodbye and hung up, tossing the phone somewhere on the bed. He fell back asleep with ease, momentarily forgetting about the mildly stressful conversation.

-

"Jimin! I thought I'd find you here." A very cheery male burst into the practice room later that evening, a duffle bag slipped over one shoulder. His bright red hair was hardly as bright as the presence he seemed to carry into the room. 

Jimin nearly tripped mid-spin, caught off guard by his friend. "Hoseok, what are you doing?" He said between pants, trying to catch his breath. "I thought you didn't practice in the evenings because of work." 

Hoseok smiled. "Got the night off." He beamed triumphantly. "I wanted to stop by and see how your piece is coming along! You got an accompanist, right?"

Jimin stared at him blankly for a few moments before registering that the two of them hadn't talked since Yoongi came into the picture. They had such conflicting schedules that they hardly had anything more than brief small-talk. 

"Yes!" He smiled finally. "He actually-"

"Is this place ever going to fix that paper towel dispenser? I swear it's been jammed for- Oh. Hello." Yoongi stopped as the door closed behind him, in the middle of drying his hands off on his black jeans, and stared at Hoseok in mild confusion. "Are you a friend of Jimin's?" 

Hoseok's smile faltered as he stared at the blonde, who stood wearing black skinny jeans, a white tee-shirt and a black sweater with the sleeves pushed up. He looked too familiar. 

"You?! You're Jimin's accompanist?! No way!" Hoseok's smile returned and he ran over to shook his hand. "Jung Hoseok. It's a pleasure to finally meet you-"

"Uh, you know him?" Jimin stared at the interaction with a perplexed expression as he made his way over to join the two. 

Hoseok nodded, but Yoongi's face remained confused. 

"I saw him play in Daegu when I went last summer on vacation! He's so good, dude! You're so lucky to have scored him for this, wow." Hoseok gushed, shaking Yoongi's hand and bowing out of respect. "I'll leave you two to practice." 

Jimin nodded, and Yoongi waved awkwardly, as the red-head left the practice room, leaving them in an odd silence. 

"So..." Jimin folded his arms, a bit more than perplexed now. "Where do you play in Daegu?"

Yoongi scratched the back of his neck as he walked over to the piano. "Ah, y'know. Here and there. Sometimes I'll just play around in music shops, other times it's on a keyboard around the city, the subway, anywhere I can sit and just play, y'know?" That wasn't a total lie. Every great musician has to start somewhere. Not even a degree from the highest ranked music school would automatically land you success and wealth. No, Yoongi had to work for that. It was never a goal of his to be wealthy and famous, per say, but the thought was never a bad one, he supposed. Truthfully he just wanted to support himself by making his music. He started off playing in the streets and subway stations, that sort of thing until people started to notice him, offer him gigs, etc. So, no, he wasn't totally lying to Jimin. He did do those things in the past, and still did occasionally when he felt the desire, but, no, Hoseok had probably seen him at a seasonal event Yoongi had played in. That was where the lie was. Yoongi sat down on the piano bench and shrugged. "He must've been around one of those places while I was there. He seems cool."

Jimin nodded, following him. "He seemed pretty stoked to see you. You must have really knocked his socks off." He teased with a light chuckle, and Yoongi turned just to see that gorgeous eye smile that Jimin always seemed to display. If he weren't, well, himself then he'd be fine admitting that it always made his heart skip a few beats. But since he was who he was, he continued to brush it aside. 

"Why don't you ever play around Busan, then? I'm sure lots of people would love it!" Jimin encouraged, putting his hands on both of Yoongi's shoulders from behind. 

Yoongi internally grimaced but he smiled nonetheless. "I didn't come to Busan to invade your streets and subway stations with an old keyboard."

Jimin hummed thoughtfully. "But you're here right now playing piano for me every afternoon and evening." 

"Maybe I want to save my talents for the show." Yoongi teased and Jimin let go of his shoulders, gracefully starting to take his position away from the piano where he'd start the dance. 

Before Yoongi started playing, Jimin spoke again. "Why did you come to Busan, anyways?"

Yoongi kept his gaze on his fingers that hovered over the white and black keys. 

"I told you, didn't I? A friend of mine lives here. He was begging me to come visit." Yoongi chuckled. 

Now that was a bit more than half of a lie. 

"Alright, you ready?" 

Jimin nodded with a smile, and within moments the music filled the room.

He was completely unaware of the guilt that weighed heavy in Yoongi's chest.