𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℙ𝕚𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝘛𝘢𝘦𝘑𝘰𝘰𝘯

20

Morning came quickly and as I stirred awake, I felt an immense pain behind my eyes. Sitting upright with a groan, I cupped my palm over my forehead, begging for forgiveness. The pain however, wasn't willing to listen.

I pushed myself upright, opening one eye to peer at the alarm clock at the side of the bed. Luckily I'd woken up with more than enough time to get ready and become presentable. Taking another look at the nightstand, I saw a glass of water and a couple of pills lied beside it. What would I ever do without Namjoon?

Placing them on my tongue, I washed them down with water before rising from bed to start my morning.

After a long shower, I dried my hair and applied some makeup to cover over my hungover appearance. I covered my imperfections and made myself presentable before dressing nicely and applying some cologne.

As I exited the bathroom and made my way into the kitchen, I looked over at my phone where it rested on the counter. Picking it up, I read the several messages Yoongi had left for me. Oddly enough I have no recollection of messaging him in the first place.

"Have you chosen a song you'd prefer to learn first?"

"Once you enter the building, find your badge and put it on. The woman at the front office should have it for you. After then, go upstairs and through the double doors, and at the end of the hall, that's where the music room is."

"Need any help just let me know."

"Be here at ten, by the way."

I gasped at the fact I'd missed an hour's worth of messages. With an apology, I respond hastily before glancing to the clock on the stove. I had half an hour to get to the agency, and pick a song to practice.

Mentally cursing myself for having drank last night, I skimmed through the list on my phone and picked the one with the most enticing name. With that, I decided I would listen to it as I walked to the agency.

Before I left however, I went back into the bedroom where Namjoon was resting, and pecked his lips softly, while brushing his hair from his forehead with my hand. He was at such peace, and I couldn't help but bask in it for a quick moment before reluctantly turning to leave.

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I had listened to the song on repeat as I walked to the agency, taking in the notes and low thum of a drum to track the beat. The walk there wasn't long luckily, and as I arrived, I walked straight to the desk for my badge as Yoongi had instructed me.

"Good morning," I bowed, rising up with a smile, "My name is Kim Taehyung, and I'm here to begin my lessons with Mr. Min. I was told you'd have my badge?"

"Oh yes!" The woman at the desk nodded, reaching down into a drawer before handing out a lanyard for me to take. "This is your form of identification. Press the back of it where the barcode is to the padlock at the top of the stairs. That will open the double doors for you. I hope you study well Mr. Kim!" She smiled sweetly toward me whilst motioning toward the stairs behind her.

I held the lanyard in my hand, and with every step I drew closer to where Yoongi was. The anxiety I had suppressed was seeping through to the surface. As I approached the top of the stairs, I peered at the frosted glass on the doors. This was the moment I had been waiting for. This is my moment of truth. From the second I step in here, I am an apprentice; I am here to learn. I am here to train to become as good a pianist as Yoongi hyung is.

Flashing my lanyard up to the monitor, the doors opened after a loud beep. They swung open, and I stepped inside slowly, admiring all the windows on the walls. The city looked beautiful from so high up.

I strode down the hallway, squinting at the lettering upon the glass door ahead of me. As I approached it and was able to read what it said, I brought my hand up to the handle dubiously. Through these doors lies my future. I need to do the best I can, for Namjoon. For myself.

Easing away my anxiety with reassurances, I brought down the handle, opening the door hesitantly. I peeked in, seeing nobody at first.

"Yoongi hyung?" I called out, listening as my voice echoed loudly back at me.