𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℙ𝕚𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝘛𝘢𝘦𝘑𝘰𝘰𝘯

41

"So what song are you gonna teach me?" I peered over at Namjoon as we walked hand in hand, my mind bumbling with all the possibilities. He tensed his shoulders before shrugging and tilting his head toward me. "What do you wanna learn baby? It is you who has to play it after all."

I bit my lower lip as I thought, watching the many cars pass by us on the road as we strode down the sidewalk. I swayed our hands and hummed aloud, before gasping and flourishing into a smile. "Can I learn the song you did for the proposal? It's so beautiful!" I gaped, remembering the way it echoed off the bathroom walls earlier.

"Are you sure? I mean, I composed the song, and I'm not exactly a prodigy or anything li-" I flapped a hand, dismissing Namjoon's invalid argument. "Don't lie to me! I know what you did before we were a couple!" I pressed as if I actually knew, when in fact, I was just trying to see whether my suspicion about him being the pianist I saw on tv was true or not.

"Y-You know about that?" Namjoon flushed, before frowning and looking down at the sidewalk, "I wasn't that good of a player back then. I wouldn't compare myself to anything you're capable of." He sighed, lifting his head and dropping it back to look at the sky. I tilted my head, following his gaze momentarily before squeezing his hand tight.

"Namjoon, if you were nothing of a pianist, you wouldn't have played at the Golden Gala. That's every pianist's dream! And you achieved it!" I gawked, admiring the man beside me as I praised his work. His face only grew more red, and I dropped the subject before he could potentially clam up.

The rest of the walk to the studio was in comfortable silence. Neither of us spoke and instead, we listened to the sounds of autumn. The crunching of leaves and the gentle breeze, alongside the occasional sniffle kept us company as we strode.

I found myself observing Namjoon. His cheeks were rosy from the chilled air and his lips drier than usual. I grinned when he caught me staring at him, and I looked down at our hands. The gems within my ring reflected the sunlight beautifully, and also served as a reminder of our unity. I crinkled my nose as I grinned widely, thoughts travelling back to what our future could become.

We rounded the final corner and crossed the street before we arrived at the agency's doors. I quickly stepped forward, opening the door wide for Namjoon as I gestured him inside. He flushed and accepted the offer, and after he stepped in, I followed.

We approached the secretary and I flashed her my ID before continuing down the hall. She cut a snide look which I ignored, and instead smiled in return toward. Namjoon and I made our way up the stairs and through the doors to get to Yoongi's studio.

Standing in front of the frosted glass doors, I knocked loudly. There was no response, and the door was locked, so I brought out my extra key and let myself in. Upon swinging open the door, I flicked on the lights which sat above the piano and peered around the room. Empty.

"Wasn't Yoongi supposed to be here today?"

I swung around, shrugging at my lover before walking further into the studio and turning on the rest of the lights. I set my bag down along the wall before approaching the desk, which had a bright yellow sticky note stuck to it. I pulled it off the desk and read it aloud.

"Taehyung-ah, There is a studio across the hall from mine. The company cleared it out and made it yours. Feel free to practice in there or here. The key to your studio is in the top drawer on my desk. Good luck.  -Hyung"

I glanced up to Namjoon, eyes alight with wonder before I quickly opened the dop drawer of the wooden desk, snatching the key out and holding it up in awe. "Joonie look! It's the key to our studio!" I couldn't stop smiling as I picked my belongings back up and closed down Yoongi's studio. Namjoon and I crossed the hall after leaving Yoongi's studio and opened the door to our own.

With a swift push, the door swung open, and the smell of fresh varnish on wood floated about. The room was pitch black other than the single light beam from a thin window on the wall, and although eager to turn on the lights, I brought Namjoon in front of me to do so instead.

"You turn it on! This is your studio, I'm just practicing with you," I smiled warmly, placing my hand on the small of his back and nudging him forward gently. Namjoon looked overwhelmed before he turned the lights on, and once the studio was illuminated, his eyes became glossy. I cooed softly, hugging my fiance from behind tightly and resting my chin to his shoulder. "We did it, Joonie," I whispered, pecking his cheek before coming out from behind him to examine the room in its entirety.

I ventured in, the sound of my leather dress shoes clicking softly against the wood flooring. In the center of the room lied the piano, and to one wall a desk, and another a mirror and some shelving. The walls were a soft lavender, just as Namjoon would have wanted. There were numerous windows, yet they were covered by their curtains, and I didn't find that acceptable.

Walking over to the long, rectangular windows, I drew back the silky curtains, letting the natural light illuminate the studio. I gasped at how the piano seemed to shine, and melted at the sight of Namjoon's expression. It was evident we both were in a stupor while taking in our new home, and time felt slow when we stood at the piano, gazing at one another.

"Does it feel real yet?" Namjoon chuckled, his hand grazing the top of the instrument softly. I nodded my head before I sat down on the plush bench, watching as he sat beside me. When I looked over and saw those warm chestnut eyes smiling all on their own, I knew it was real.

I hooked an arm around my fiance, hugging him tightly into my side before bringing my hands up to the cover which shielded the piano's keys. I lifted it gently by the knobs, resting it away securely before brushing my fingers delicately over the ebony and ivory keys. They were cool and without indents, which was a new sensation to me. This was a brand new piano, and one that Namjoon and I would break in together.

As I positioned my fingers about the keys, I prepared to play the song I had for the gala. I lifted my head and relaxed my shoulders, straightening my back ever so slightly. As my fingers pressed into the first keys, a soft melody sang out. I could see Namjoon's face come into view in my peripheral, and I tried to focus on the notes as not to mess up.

Suddenly there was a large, slender hand sitting against my back. I peered over, raising a brow curiously toward Namjoon. A dimpled smile plastered his honey cheeks as he sang out a soft,

"Ah, Taehyungie, you need to relax your expression more."

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{a/n: Flash to the past! That last line is one of the first things Namjoon said to Taehyung in this fic. I figured it would be a cute addition, and also reminiscent <3. Anyways, you all are so amazing and I appreciate all the love you give! You all are seriously way too kind!! <3}