Sope One Shots

Piano

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The evening was slowly creeping across Queen Victoria High, and Hoseok's deep focus was interrupted by a voice.

"The library's closing, please pack up your stuff and get out."

He started. Was it really 8 o'clock already? He packed up his things quickly and headed out the door, kissing goodnight to stiff-lipped Ms Jones, the security guard. Hoseok had really been in the zone tonight; he finally felt like differentiations weren't written in a foreign language.

He strolled along the hall, delighting in the vaguely creepy atmosphere a usually busy place always evokes when it is empty. The florescent lights twitching in the windowless long corridors and the squeaky linoleum floors only added to the sense of being in a horror video game. And... and the music...

Hoseok stopped. Music..?

He listened closely. Someone was playing piano. The music sounded like waves as Hoseok was drawn towards it, towards the music room by the drama hall. He hardly noticed himself creep up to the doorway. Inside, a boy sat at the piano, his black hair brushing against his closed eyes making his skin look ethereally luminous in its natural pallor.

The song ended with waves of movement from the boy's pale hands and a delicate flourish. He opened his eyes and fixed Hoseok with a hard stare.

"Hello, Hoseok."

"Yoongi. What are you still doing here?"

"Practising. You?"

"Studying. I think I'm finally starting to make sense of differentiation."

"Great." Yoongi said flatly. He picked out the first few notes of the song he'd just been playing.

"What was that you were playing just now?" Hoseok said, walking towards the huge, dark grand piano.

"Alexander Borodin's Petite Suite Number 7, Nocturne."

"That's quite a mouthful."

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, still looking at the keys.

"Well, I'm gonna head home now, I can give you a ride if you want?" Hoseok said hesitantly.

"No, I'm gonna stay here a while longer."

"It's already 8..."

"I know."

Hoseok paused. He didn't know how to say this, without sounding like a total asshole.

"I'm sorry about your Dad." The words hung in the air, high up in the sky and heavy, waiting for Yoongi's reaction to see how quickly they would plummet.

Yoongi stayed silent.

"How's your Mom?"

Yoongi sighed."Worse."

Hoseok noticed the slight bruise flowering at the base of Yoongi's neck.  Yoongi's father had suicided 2 months ago. Hoseok guessed now his Mom had one less punching bag Yoongi was taking the brunt.

"I'm sorry." Hoseok paused and watched Yoongi.

"You know, I could take you to mine for a while... I know my Mom misses you, you could have some dinner with us..."

"Why did you stop talking to me?" Yoongi asked, looking straight into Hoseok's eyes, cuttingly, as though he might find the answer in them.

"What?"

"2 years ago.  You stopped talking to me. You'd smile at me in the halls, you'd answer my Facebook messages, eventually at least, but for all intents and purposes, it was like trying to be best friends with a wall. So I gave up. Why did you do that?"

Hoseok's breath caught in his throat. "I'm sorry." He choked.

"You knew how much I needed a friend. Where were you?"

"I - I didn't want to hurt you -"

Yoongi snickered. "Good job."

Hoseok sighed. "Do you really want to know why?"

Yoongi nodded once. Hoseok sat down next to him on the piano stool and took a deep breath.

"I stopped talking to you, because I realised I liked you."

Yoongi's head shot up in surprise.

"What?" He sputtered.

"I realised I liked you. Like, like liked. And I couldn't deal with it. Number one, this is a small town, and I didn't know how people would react. Number two, I don't imagine your Mom would've been too thrilled with her son having a girlfriend, let alone a boyfriend, and I didn't want to give her another reason to... I didn't wanna make your life any harder. And number three, I was terrified we wouldn't be friends any more if you didn't like me back."

Yoongi's eyebrows furrowed. "So you decided to just go ahead and stop being friends... like a pre-emptive strike?"

"No, I mean... I thought if we stopped talking for a while, I'd get over it and we could be friends again. But... it just got harder and weirder and I... well I fucked it, basically. And I'm really, really, sorry."

"You should be." Yoongi was silent for a while. "I wish you'd told me."

"Why, because you liked me back?" Hoseok teased, looking up at Yoongi for the first time since taking a seat next to him. Yoongi's eyes flashed up to his, searching them. And then, without warning, he took Hoseok by the back of the neck and kissed him.

The kiss was almost painful with passion, both boys letting themselves finally explore the feelings they'd kept repressed for the past 2 years, hoping their lips would communicate better without words. Hoseok wrapped his arms around Yoongi and drew him stiflingly close, kissing his cheek, jaw,  neck, and down to the bruise peeking out above his shoulder blade.

He whipsered against that purple flesh: "I'm not gonna let you go again, okay? Not this time."