[FINISHED] "What's wrong, hyung?", Yoongi turned the chair with a little sad smile on his face. "How do you know?", the elder asked. "The room feels dark", was Jimin's answer. "It was dark because you weren't here. It isn't any more...".
Life is, w...
Yoongi hid from his parents the entire weekend: he got out of the house early in the morning and came home very late. His parents knew it was because of the incident, so they let him be. But both Yoongi and his parents knew that he couldn't run forever.
After school, he went to Jimin's studio to do his homework. He didn't want to go home. The guys had to go to the agency to do something: he didn't know very well, he didn't listen. He was alone in there.
When he finished his homework he was going to work a bit on his new music. But the truth is, he didn't feel like it. He was thinking about his parents, «How am I going to face them now?...». The small music studio didn't have a window, so he stood up and went to the dance studio: that one had a few windows.
The sky was a very pale hue of blue to the point that the clouds could mingle in it. Sunny, but not too bright: just the perfect amount of light. Yoongi leaned against the window, making his weight be supported by his arms. He kept looking at the sky for the longest time. And his mind was focused on two places: his parents and Jimin. His mind would always linger in Jimin... Yoongi took his phone out of his pocket and texted him.
Yoongi: Can you meet me in the studio once you're done? It didn't take the younger long to replay back.
Jimin: Is everything okay? Yoongi: I need to talk to someone... But if you can't it's alright! Jimin: I'll be there in 20 minutes.
Yoongi smiled at his phone. «How sweet...», a lovely smile plastered on his face like a little fool. What were they? They didn't have anything serious; at least, they never talked about it. They act as usual: normally talk with each other, and being or very caring and sweet, or complete horny bastards when alone. Neither of them knew exactly.
The 20 minutes ran fast. Yoongi kept looking at the sky for all that time. When Jimin arrived, he turned to the music studio, but at the corner of his eye, he saw a black figure in one of the windows of the dance studio. This slim all-in-black figure that contrasted perfectly with the white walls. «Minie...», Jimin smiled remembering the nickname Yoongi gave him two days ago.
The younger approached the all-in-black figure imitating his position at the window, "Was I summoned?". "You didn't need to get out of there just because of me... I could wait, Jiminie...", "Hyung, you're always my priority. Besides, I didn't interrupt anything: the meeting was over anyway.". They were both looking at the sky. "Jiminie, I don't want to go home... I don't want to face my parents...", "What happened, hyung?".
Yoongi didn't want to say: he kept quiet while looking at the sky; he was getting nervous. "Yoongi, I don't know what happened, but you can't keep running away. Every time I want to hide from the world, you're the one who tells me to face my fears, to risk myself. I know you hid in here this weekend so you wouldn't go home...", Jimin gently pulled Yoongi to him so the elder would look at him, "So I'll tell you the same thing you tell me: stop being a pussy."
Yoongi started to smile, followed by Jimin, "Why are you smiling, hyung?". "That sounds so stupid!", Yoongi was laughing now. They both were, "It's for you to realise how stupid you sound sometimes!". They pulled each other for a kiss, a sweet one.
When they parted, Jimin looked at Yoongi in the eyes, "Go home, hyung. Take your things and go home. I'll lock everything. And if you need me, just call. I don't care about the time; just call.". Yoongi gave Jimin a long-lasting peck on the lips. "Thank you...", and he left.
So, Monday night, after talking to Jimin, Yoongi went home knowing he would have to talk to his parents. He opened the front door of the house and as soon he closed it, his mother called for him in a very soft tone. His parents were in the living room. He got in, not daring to look at them directly: he kept his gaze down. "Son, look at me.", his mother asked. He already had tears in his eyes. His throat felt constricted and tight. "Yoongi, please look at me.", she asked again. "I can't...", his voice broke: he was crying. His mother hugged him, "Eomma, I'm so sorry...". "No, son... We're the ones who have to apologize...", his father told him.
He eventually calmed down while in his mother's hold. "Yoongi, can you play a little for us? We haven't heard you play in so long...", his mother asked. Yoongi nod and sat in front of the brown piano. He opened it and looked at it. The cleaned the dry tears. He didn't know what to play. But then he thought, «Jiminie...»: the song he made for Jimin last year.
And so he played. Back slightly curved, arms bend about 90º, fingers on top of the keys, right foot on the pedal, eyes closed. At the same time that he pressed the pedal, the ring finger pressed one of the keys and so he played. Such a beautiful melody: calm, melancholic but light. Full of life, but the sensation that everything could fall at any moment. That sweet melody showed everything he was, all his suffering, all his feelings, all his heart. It showed who he was and what he wanted; what he needed.
«I need you...», he thought. Did he need his music? Did he need his piano? Did he need Jimin? He wasn't sure of which of these things he needed, but he knew he needed to be happy. And happiness involved all of these things. «I need you...», and the melody continued to be heard through the house that night.
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