𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℙ𝕚𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝘛𝘢𝘦𝘑𝘰𝘰𝘯

24

Practice was awkward once again with Yoongi, except it wasn't because of me. He sat uneasy beside me unlike yesterday. I played the music over and over, and in my peripheral watched as he scratched the backs to his hands.

I tried not to judge without fully understanding his situation, but I couldn't help but feel under pressure in some way to ask what was bothering him. Even though, I wasn't able to gather the courage to actually ask, so instead we sat in uncomfortable silence for the whole of the lesson.

Once it came around noon and we were allowed to separate to eat, I went to grab the sandwich in my bag, but felt a cold hand rest against my wrist gently. I looked up hesitantly to see Yoongi looking down at me, a small smile against his cheek. It was tight looking, and I could tell it was unnatural.

"What is it Hyung?" I hummed out, bringing myself back upright to face the man. He retracted his hand from my wrist and scratched the back of his neck with it. "You can go ahead and go home, I'm cutting practice short today. I don't feel good, I'm sorry."

I tilted my head as he spoke, and observed his features. He did look paler than usual, but he hadn't coughed or sneezed, or nonetheless anything like such. I nodded my head sympathetically and reached down to grab my bag before I slung it over my shoulder. "Okay hyung, I understand. Before I go though... could you tell me where the Piano Academy is at? Namjoon works there and I want to visit him."

Yoongi nodded his head and brought out his phone, texting me the whereabout of the building. "It's a large building, so it shouldn't be hard to miss. Anyway I'm sorry again for closing shop early..." He pulled the collar to his sweater up before doing the same with the mask that rested about his chin.

Raising a brow slightly to his behavior, I shook it off for the moment and left the music room hastily.

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"That whole confrontation was awkward. I really wanna know what's going on..." I whispered to myself between bites of sandwich as I walked down the paved pathway beside the busy Seoul street. "Jimin coming home early, Yoongi dismissing me awkwardly," I downed the last bite and shook my hands free of any remaining crumbs, "They both seemed like they had something to hide."

I rounded the final corner and approached the large doors to the academy. I swung them open and walked in, leaving my thoughts at the door.

I searched around the main lobby for the room marked with Namjoon's name, and once I did, I strode toward the purple door, swinging down the handle to enter the room.

In the center sat a grand piano. The walls were a lavender color, and the floor a reflective hardwood. The ceiling was a giant glass dome with refracted light around the room beautifully. I smiled, taking a moment to appreciate the beauty I had walked into.

Setting my bag down at the wall, I brought out the sheet music from earlier that I had been practicing. Going over to the piano, I set everything up how I usually would, and invited myself right into the piano's grasp. It didn't matter to me that nobody was here, or that Namjoon wasn't in the room. The thought of playing the piano, and only in Namjoon's vicinity, made my heart flutter.

I tilted my head, closing my eyes and allowing the melody to control my energy. I channeled everything I had into making sure the music sounded beautiful. No matter where I practiced, I didn't want to ever curse a room with ugly noises.

As I pushed onto one of the pedals and listened to the note string out, I felt a pair of hands lie on my waist before gently easing me upright. I gasped, startled, and turned around quickly only to be met with the same soft chestnut eyes I'd fallen in love with years ago.

A small sigh escaped my lips as I gave way into Namjoon's grasp, easing against his hands. "Joonie you scared me," I chuckled softly, to which he kissed the top of my head in response to before taking place beside me on the skinny bench.

"I'm sorry baby. Anyway, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with Yoongi?" He inquired, wrapping an arm around my side and giving me a gentle squeeze. I couldn't help but to return the gesture before leaning against his side and resting my hand to his chest.

"Yoongi said he wasn't feeling well and let me go, so I came here to visit you," I grinned softly, gazing upward toward Namjoon who brushed his thumb to the apple of my cheek. "I really miss spending so much time with you Namjoonie. I almost want it to go back to the way it was before Seoul..." I trailed my voice off as thoughts rushed to the surface of my mind.

Did I regret moving here to Seoul? Was this a mistake? I shook my head softly and allowed another sigh to escape my lips. Namjoon's grasp was firm around me, and his body warmth was comforting. His fingers rubbed soothing circles into my sides and we sat together in silence, reflecting.

"You know baby..." Namjoon's deep voice echoed throughout the corridor, " you don't have to be underneath Yoongi's wing."

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