Angel of Music ( TaehyungXReader)~ Phantom Of The Opera ~

Chapter 21-Like old times

Sorry to interrupt but like is this story any good??? Or weird because I dont know 😂😂

Y/n walked down the hall hand in hand, together laughing and talking amongst each other, passing by the crowded and busy workers, working on the preparations for the new year masquerade ball that will be held in a few days.

"Mama, can you and me go dress shopping?" Taeyeon asked her mother with a smile, holding her larger hand in her much smaller one " for the mas...masqer..." She fumbled on her words and pressed her tiny lips together in thought " the new year party!" She finally said.

Y/n laughed softly at her young daughter. It made her laugh how quickly she switched her words because she wasn't able to pronounce 'masquerade'. " it's pronounced, mas-quer-ade" Y/n broke apart each syllable as she responded.

"Yeah, that!" Taeyeon snapped her fingers. " can we mama?"

"Sure dear." Y/n cooed softly " you'll be the prettiest girl of the ball."

"Like Cinderella?" inquired Taeyeon with that cute childish aura she always had caped around her.

"Even better." y/n responded with a smile.

She looked up and amongst the crowds of people she saw a certain man coming towards her, full dark clothing and leather booklet in hand. Y/n bit her lip and bent down slightly to whisper to Taeyeon. "Sweetie, go to your room right now, and later on i'll take you outside to play in the snow, ok?"

Taeyeon nodded "ok mama!" she said and obediently rushed off in the direction of her room.

y/n was more comfortable and stood up straight, to be face to halfway-covered face with taehyung. He stood ahead of her shyly and hesitant. " good day." he greeted, as if they were familiar with each other for years, though it was mostly for his hesitancy to speak to y/n. He knew she was mad at him, enraged even, but he was willing to risk everything to try to regain the relationship he had way back when with her.

"What are you doing out here in the open?" she asked him, the tiniest subtle hint of concern in her voice, though you have to really pay attention to hear it. " aren't you supposed to be hidden from everyone? Being the whole mysterious manager and such?"

"Well, that'd be the case if they knew who I was" he responded with a shrug " here amongst the crowd, I'm just like everyone else."

" you have a point there." she swayed her hip and crossed her arms across her chest " what do you need from me then?"

" who said I needed anything from you?" he asked with a playful smile.

She was felt unamused and with a blank expression." well in that case if you don't need me, i'll be on my way." she took two steps before he grabbed her wrist.

"Wait!"

She turned back to him and smirked devilishly " so you did need me."

" aren't you the funny one?" taehyung muttered in sarcasm, his eyes flicked to the side, his lips in a soft pout and arms crossed across his chest like a child.

y/n laughed softly " what do you need?" she asked.

"Oh right!" he said, almost forgetting the reason he wanted to see her. " I have the aria I want you to sing at the masquerade ball." he brought out the leather folder he had and handed it to her.

"Thank you," she said and flipped the book open. She looked through the lines and measures of the music sheet. " this is the song I found on the piano in my room." she glanced up at him.

He nodded, rubbing the back of his neck "I wanted to hear you sing something I wrote."

" the title is pretty interesting." she lifted her brow at him.

"It's relatable" he merely said.

She pressed her lips and nodded her head " very."

Taehyung stared at her and bit his bottom lip gently before opening his lips, but he was stopped by the voice of y/n.

"I must go," she said, turning to walk away from him.

" wait," he called out for her. She stopped. " do you think perhaps you and I could talk?"

"Taehyung, I'm not-"

"For old times sake." he begged " please?"

She sighed softly and nodded her head.

A sigh of relief escaped his lips, and a smile formed before she left him in the hallway.

y/n walked to her bedroom, her head clouded with thoughts. Her nails dug into the leather of the folder taehyung gave her.

Stopping at the foot of her door, she sighed for the hundredth time. " I can't keep thinking about him..." she whispered to herself " y/n you idiot " she scolded herself before grabbing the door handle and stepping in.

"Hello y/n." jungkook said from inside the room, sitting on the bed, a newspaper in hand, and a half-empty cup of scotch on the table beside him.

"Jungkook." she said softly, closing the door behind her, "I thought you were going to meet a friend."

"I decided not to go," he answered. "Where did you go?" he asked her, changing the subject.

"I was still at the opera house," she said, placing the booklet down on the piano.

"What is that?" jungkook asked his attention on the leather folder.

"Its what im to sing" she responded, sitting on the piano bench, but facing him and not the piano.

"Who gave it to you?" jungkook asked, taking a sip from his scotch.

" Mister T." she responded, causing jungkook to cough on his drink. " are you alright?" she asked in alarm.

He let out a few coughs more before responding " I'm fine." he grumbled " did you say Mister T gave you the music?" he asked.

"Yes he did." y/n answered hesitantly. "He personally gave me the folder."

" Mister T." jungkook stood up from the bed and clasped his hands together " do you know who he is?"

y/n swallowed a nervous gulp and her stomach knotted. " yes... I do."

Jungkook scowled " did you know?" he rose his voice at her, getting irritated by the second " is that why you were so anxious to come back to Paris?" he accused.

"Of course not!" she bolted off the bench and rose her voice at him as well. " I didn't know until recently!"

"I hate that man." jungkook paced the ground. "We must leave. It's your fault we're here"

"We're not going anywhere." y/n said sternly. " I'm finally back home after eight years. I want to show my daughter around, I want to sing again!"

" don't you see he is trying to take you away again?" jungkook hissed, getting right in her face. " this was all part of his plan."

" Jungkook relax!" She arched her eyebrows at him, her fists shaking." we're not even staying that long! All I'm going to do is sing, to pay your debts, not mine-mind you, and leave"

Jungkook stood there, angry but silent. You could practically see the steam escaping from his ears.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to spend time with my daughter." Y/n snapped and turned away from him, opening the door, and slamming it with a loud thud.