The Way We Speak Through Music

Chapter 17

Yoongi's POV

Piano, what a gorgeous instrument giving you a classy image. The ability to master it is connected to being a prodigy or wealthy, but what does it take to be a piano prodigy then? A music prodigy? Every key is a sound for itself, when you press it down it's even hard to memorize it how weak it sounds. Nothing special. Then your finger reaches out to press another key, still nothing sounds clear. It could be anything at this point, but you continue anyway. Isn't it beautiful how the piano appreciates persistence and undying will? That's how I fell in love, by feeling the music flow both ways. No matter how many times I left without looking behind, how many times I refused to do my best, it will always wait at the same spot. It will always greet my focus and hard work with lovely music.

Why do I feel the same about Y/N? You know that tingly feeling in your chest you wish to shake off? It makes my hands shaky but placing them on the cold piano keys helps me take control over them again and create something. That's why I'm sitting at my piano right now and playing whatever my hands create, it doesn't have to make sense now, maybe it never will. But what's important is that the person I love the most is finally safe and sleeping in my bed, and Holly sitting in my lap, watching carefully what my next move will be. 

I don't know

I quit playing and stared at the puppy in my lap. She begged me to pet her and so I did, a smile creeped up on my face when I thought of Y/N trusting me enough to bless me with this responsibility. I wouldn't even call it a responsibility anymore, it's simply being kind because that someone deserves it. We turned around when Y/N winced in her sleep, Holly ran over to her and I followed. Drops of sweat covered her shiny skin, I like to call it golden and her cheeks rose gold, what a perfect combination. She is nothing but pure gold, maybe even a diamond due to the pressure but still she looks stunning and is unbreakable. Well, I read something about diamonds having one breaking point inside them which is hard to find, but once you do, it falls apart. I shook the thought away. No, I won't let her shatter or break. I'll keep you collected and safe, Y/N

"Oppa, stop staring at me", she mumbled and leaned on her hands

"How are you feeling?", I reached out my hand to caress her warm cheek

"Exhausted and hungry"

"Luckily enough, Jin was here and cooked your favourites"

"Jinpaca was here? Where is he now? Wait, I'm not in my bed", she looked around in confusion and rubbed her eyes as if the familiar wallpaper and room setting will suddenly appear

"We're at my place. Don't you remember what happened?"

"No idea, I just remember going down the stairs with a box in my hands", memory loss? Is it due to the hit?

"Okay, I'll call a doctor after lunch"

"Why? Did something happen to me?"

"You fell and hit your head"

"Oh... okay, sound slike something I'd do. But why am I not at my place?"

"Why don't we talk about that after you eat?"

Y/N's POV

"Miss, you're perfectly healthy"

"Thank you"

"Rest for a few days, don't eat too much at once due to the starving you've been through, stay hydrated and call me if you need anything", doctor said with a smile and sat at his computer

"What about my memory loss?"

"Most likely your brain suppressed the traumatic experience since we didn't find any damage, which is good news. I can advise you a psychologist if you want"