OCTOBER 2009.
( short chapter )
it has been exactly a week ever since the incident happened. yoongi refused to come out of his room unless he needed to get food. his mother would continuously try to get him to hear her out, but she just accepted the fact that yoongi would refuse no matter how hard she tried.
while yoongi was in his room, he would play the piano located in the corner of his room. he would play with the notes, creating unique tunes.
music was always his escape from reality. it was his stress reliever, his punching bag (not literally), and a way to express whatever pain he had inside.
yoongi pushed away whatever meaningless thoughts he had, and only thought about his only friend, his true friend, alex.
gemstone, his gemstone.
he wasn't sure if she was just his friend, or more than that. they were only kids, they were just growing up. or at least that's what they thought.
but alex was special, he thought.
she wasn't just a girl he knew. she wasn't just a girl who he met by chance, she wasn't just a girl who was his only friend.
that special girl, he'd probably never see again.
if he wasn't going to see alex again, he wasn't going to see anyone again.
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as the door creaked open, alex's father peeked his head through, checking up on his daughter. she was sitting at her desk, her lamp giving the whole room light.
it looked like she was writing.
"lexi?" her father called out in a gentle voice, and her head whipped around, her ponytail almost hitting her face.
"yes, father?"
her father walked in, walking towards her desk.
"what are you up to?"
alex licked her lips, turning back in front of her desk. she looked down at her writing, as her dad stood behind her. "um, i...don't know."
he chuckled softly, "why write when you don't know what you're writing?"
alex shrugged, leaning back on her chair.
her dad went silent, as he was reading what his daughter wrote. alex didn't mind, as she tapped her fingernails on the desk.
"is this about that boy?"
alex smirked secretly, "maybe?"
she looked up at her father, as he gave her a warm smile. her father sat down on the edge of her bed, letting out a sigh.
"you know, it reminds me of something your mother and i did when we were younger."
alex tilted her head, "it does?"
her dad hummed, "yeah. we used to pass notes to each other during class," he chuckles, "and we would always get in trouble for it."
he takes out a bracelet from his pocket.
it was a silver charm bracelet, with only a single charm attached to it. the charm was in the shape of a heart, with two initials carved into it.
alex gasped, "ooh, what's that?"
"hold out your hand."
alex holds out her hand, and her dad places the bracelet into her palm, the cold material meeting her warm hands.
alex examines the bracelet, and notices the initials carved onto the heart.
"ah, N stands for Namjoon and..." a small smile spreads onto her lips. "W stands for Wonyoung!"
namjoon nods, chuckling. "yes, that's right."
"i thought it stood for north-west at first."
her father lets out a heartfelt laugh at her daughter's joke, and she giggles along with him.
"you know," their laughter dies down and namjoon stands up, placing his hands onto his daughter's shoulder, as she looks up at him.
"maybe you'll get a bracelet like this one day with that boy." her father winks, as he walks out of her room, leaving alex thinking.
she turns back to her writings and picks up her pencils. she smiles to herself, as she whispers his name.
"yoongi?"
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piano | m.yg
Fanfiction"when was the last time you played the piano?" his eyes then met mine briefly, as he chuckled lowly. "the last time i was with you."
