The Business Place | k.nj + k.sj

⋆ 삼십사⋆

≪Seokjin's P.O.V.≫
≪Guitar≫

"How come I've never heard you sing?"

It was a shocking question that Namjoon brought up one day during dinner. At the time I choked on my chicken before giving him a side glance, but the more I thought about it, he was right. Not like I wanted to sing in front of him, but the most he's even heard from me was humming or tapping my pen against my desk.

The only reason I kept thinking about it was because now Namjoon begged me every morning, afternoon, and night for him to listen to me sing. No matter what I said no and it made him wilt like a scolded puppy.

"Come on, Seokjin," he pleaded, holding onto my arm as I stirred the stew in a pot on the stove, "just sing me a lullaby tonight, please. Just this once?"

"Namjoon," I sighed, petting his cheek, "how many times do I have to tell you no until you stop asking me? I don't sing, never have, and never will."

A whine left his throat, "But I'm the owner of the biggest music empire in Korea!"

"Even more reason for me not to sing to you-"

"Please, Seokjin!" Namjoon begged on his knees. "Please, please, please!"

"No, Joonie," I chuckled, taking the pot off the burner before he bumped into it. "I can play you the guitar, or the piano, and maybe the violin if I remember, but singing is not on the list - and it never will be."

"So if I find you a violin, you'll play?" his eyes lit up.

"Sure-"

"Be right back!" he grinned, jetting off somewhere on the main floor.

"Joonie! Dinner's ready!" I yelled after him, confused on where he went.

There's no way...

Here he comes back, holding a white violin in his hands. I gave him an incredulous look as he shoved it in my hands. He looked at me with a large grin, taking his seat on the island in front of me, hands cupping his face.

"I can't-" I sighed, rubbing my eyes with my fingers, "Joonie, I'm not even sure I remember how the tune goes-"

"It doesn't matter, just play something," he pouted, "you said you would if I found you a violin."

"Never make promises with a music dude," I grunted, putting the edge of the violin under my jaw. 

He looked at me with heart eyes before I even began. I took a deep breath and put the bow against the strings, praying that the things was at least tuned properly. I tried to remember a song, tried being the key word. Apparently my fingers and hand had insane muscle memory that even I was impressed by and they fleeted across the strings like they were used to about four years ago.

I could only play a little before I ended up actually forgetting the next notes, but I surprised myself with how much I really did remember. I dared to look at Namjoon who was staring at me with hearts in his eyes and a hefty sigh leaving his lips.

"Tchaikovsky," he muttered. "Violin Concerto in D Major, good choice."

"It was my Sophomore solo song," I chuckled, setting the beauty of the violin on the island. "You are looking at the first chair for the violins for Gwacheon's local high school afterall!"