The Way We Speak Through Music

Chapter 1

Many years ago, I met my first, one and only, true love of my life. It sounds surreal and impossible because I was only a child, but trust me, it's very real. The consequences of such love were visible on my skin, soon enough, it left marks on my mental health. 

Yes, I am madly in love with music.

Before I could even say mum or dad I picked up many different instruments and instead of communicating with other children and my own family through speech, I'd speak through music. Even though it was pure harmless love, my parents didn't approve of it, and somehow nothing could fix that. No matter how many ballads I played or wrote, no matter how many keys I pressed on a piano, I missed a parent's figure in my life. I was so thankful to my older brother, Seok-jin, for always being on my side and supporting me, not behind their back, but proudly before their furious eyes. What a classic example of overambitious parents disappointed in their child because it has chosen the path of an artist. But this story didn't seem like it could have a happy ending where they eventually accept their child and end up being in a concert hall, proudly clapping after its' magnificent performance. This is not that story.

Not to mention that their way of treating me pushed everyone away from us, so I was a lonely child. No one was really fond of my passion, kids from the neighbourhood thought it was weird and not so interesting. Well, there was this boy who approached me while I was sobbing and hugging my broken violin. I still remember it clearly, him being confused at first because to him it was just a material thing that could be easily replaced but meant the world to me. After explaining how my parents were furious because of bad grades and skipping class they took the matter in their own hands, literally. Even so, I couldn't hate them. I got used to writing ballads, music with a sad melody, sometimes even lyrics, but that night I wrote the happiest song of my life. Min Yoongi, what have you done to my world? 

"Hey, Y/N, I'm back", immediately I made my way downstairs and jumped on Jin to wrap my legs around his waist

"Big bro!", he hugged me tightly and gently pet my hair

"How have you been? I hope mum and dad weren't too strict", everything was obvious when I tightened the hug and let the silence speak for itself. Before he could complain I took one of the two suitcases and carried it upstairs to his room. It was clean and had no traces of me snooping around. Jin took his time talking to parents so I jumped on my bed and decided to text someone

You: oi, bro just got home, wanna come over and play games?

I didn't have to put it aside and wait for his response

Yoongi<3: omw

was all he said. Good, he knows how I can be when I have to wait.

As I finally threw my phone away someone knocked on the door

"May I?"

"Since when do you knock?", Jin rolled his eyes and sat next to me

"They went shopping... I'm all ears now", suddenly the atmosphere was so serious and my enthusiasm about seeing my brother after three months disappeared. In that period of time I was basically locked away, only being able to go to school but had to run home the moment the bell rang. I'm so glad he is finally back

"I tried to convince them to let me work so I can buy my own instruments or fix the old one, but they're not so supportive about it", Yoongi could be here any moment and I was curious about his trip so naturally I put my feelings aside and set another topic as Jin put his warm hand on my shoulder