Putting my key into the knob, I turned it, thus opening the door and groaning tiredly. Closing the door behind myself, I tossed off my shoes and was quick to embrace the couch. My poor back throbbed in pain due to the tension I held in it today.
I rolled onto my side, resting my head against the armrest of the sofa, which smelt like Jimin. I grabbed the blanket atop the couch and slung it over myself, easing into comfort. I finally relaxed my muscles and yawned; I was happy to be home.
I closed my eyes to catch a quick nap before Namjoon got home from work, and was met abruptly with an explosion of pain throughout my body as Jimin slammed against me excitedly.
"Taehyungie!" He cooed animatedly, squeezing me tightly before rolling off of me and squirming to get beneath the blanket. I rolled my eyes and lifted the blanket, allowing for him to snuggle up against me.
"Why'd you have to body slam me? Hyung it really hurt. My back is pulsating..." I exhaled deeply, resting my chin on top of Jimin's head. The boy pulled back quickly and looked toward me with worry.
"Why does your back hurt? Do you need some medicine?"
"No, it's fine. I just need to relax my muscles. I've been pent up all day because I was nervous around Yoongi hyung. I had no reason to be really, considering he was just as lenient a teacher as Namjoon is." I rubbed my eyes with closed fists, struggling to keep my exhaustion at bay.
Jimin let out a small 'oh', before giving a mischievous smile. I knew exactly where this was going.
"Sooo~ Tell me, how'd he look today? How does he teach? Is he gentle? Does he touch you to correct your mistakes?" His cheeks flushed, and I could tell he was imagining himself getting help from Yoongi. I scrunched my nose, flicking his forehead with a quick, "no," before turning over on the couch and facing the back of it.
"I'm going to sleep, Jimin. Wake me up when Joonie's home." My voice trailed into a mumble as I closed my eyes. I could feel the latter shuffling off the couch and scurrying into another room. Once I knew I was free of his distractions, I let go and allowed myself to nap.
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Bright, colored lights obscured his vision. A large roar overtook his hearing as he fell, slumped against the dull colored keys. The room was a ruse of puppets, dangling by strings. In their hands were held paper stars, which crumpled and burnt with each key hit wrong.
He jerked back in pain, fingers alight with pain from each mistake. He heaved a breath, trying to correct himself, but every plunk of the keys meant another burning sensation.
He gasped, trying to get away from the instrument. Each ease of his back to slip down, the larger the distance between he and the ground became. Succumbing under the pressure, he began to scream.
"Kim Taehyung!" Voices called out maliciously. The voices grew louder, and closer. His ears began to split as-
"Kim Taehyung! Wake up!" A deep voice worried called out. I opened my eyes in a haze, squinting at the lights above my head. Was it all a dream? Or am I living it?
"Oh thank god!" I was yanked into a tight hug by Namjoon. I sighed into his chest, relaxing in his grasp. Finally, I was safe. I wrapped my arms tightly around him best I could, and refused to let go. I needed this silent confirmation that I was okay.
My mind raced as I had flashbacks to the nightmare. Memories of my fingers burning and my body being limp and useless against the piano. I brought my head up, surfacing from my thoughts, and I wriggled my fingers. There wasn't any pain, and to that a massive rush of relief hit me.
"Joonie..." I cooed into his ear, resting my lips against his neck as I nuzzled against him. I could feel his chest vibrate as he hummed in response. "I was really scared...I had a nightmare..."
"I know Taehyungie. You were crying and drenched in sweat while asleep. I came home a little while ago and you wouldn't wake up..." His voice trailed off as he planted a soft kiss to the top of my head.
"Are you okay baby boy? Do you want to talk about it?"
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Fanfiction{discontinued...sorry} [Vmon] Taehyung is a pianist, his instructor/lover is Namjoon. Invited to the nation's annual gala, he practiced night and day. Where will this performance take him to?