Caramel Macchiato | MYG

Chapter 7

Jaekyung POV

Biting my lip, I close my eyes and let my fingers glide over the strings of the guitar, making sure it's in tune before beginning to play. Strumming the guitar, I block out everything and focus on the last song I'd managed to perfect, not being dumb enough to play a song that I'm still working on.

Humming the lyrics softly to myself, I lose myself in the song like I always do, feeling myself slip away from this shitty world. Engulfing myself in the music, the feeling of my fingers hitting and plucking each string completely naturally to me as the melody flows through my hands.

Though, sadly everything has to come to an end eventually. All too soon for my liking, the song comes to an end. Pursing my lips, I reluctantly open my eyes, but don't look over at Yoongi. I don't even want to know what he thinks. I don't know why the hell I thought it'd be an okay idea to play in front of him, let alone tell him anything about myself.

Silently getting up, I pick the guitar back up and head over to the stand that I'd taken it from. Gently setting it back down, I keep my eyes on the floor as I head back towards my spot on the opposite side of the room.

"You're really good, Jae. That was really impressive." Yoongi finally speaks up, causing my head to snap over in his direction, freezing in my tracks as I look over at him.

"It wasn't that great, Yoongi. You don't need to lie." I say quietly, looking away once more as I sit back down in my original seat. He frowns over at me though, seemingly discontent with my response.

"You shouldn't put yourself down so much, Jae. You were really amazing, honestly. Truthfully, I'm kinda sad that you're not playing more because I could listen to you playing guitar and humming all day long." Yoongi says, sincerity in his voice and eyes as they stay trained on me. I just shake my head at him, not believe one bit of it.

"Your piano playing is a million times better, Yoongi. Just listen to that all day instead." I tell him, looking back down at my notebook that I've pulled out, flipping to the last page I'd been working on. The tiniest smile appears as I look down at it, the drawing on the page being my sketch of Yoongi that I'd been working on.

"Jae?" Yoongi says, his tone much softer this time. Glancing back up at him as my hand goes back to work with filling in the sketch, he's got a mildly worried look on his face much to my surprise.

"Yeah?" I ask quietly, wondering what's on his mind that would've caused his sudden mood change.

"What happened to you this morning?" He questions in a gentle tone, concern in his eyes as he purses his lips.

"What are you talking about, Yoongi?" I return with a frown, not following where he's going with this. He sighs softly, taking a moment before speaking again.

"Your cheek is only now beginning to return to a normal color, rather than a bright red. It's clear you got hit this morning. What happened?" Yoongi elaborates softly, a saddened undertone laced in his sweet voice. It really is a nice sound, just listening to him talk. Though, the appreciation of listening to him speak is short lived as the reminder of what had happened this morning is brought up.

"I'd rather not talk about that, Yoongi. You don't need to worry about it." I say quietly, looking back down to the notebook as my strokes of sketching slows.

"You can tell me not to worry about it all you want, Jae. I'm gonna worry about it. I'm going to worry about you. And I'm worried about the fact that someone hit you this morning, Jae." Yoongi tells me, not looking at all relieved by my response. I sigh quietly, closing my notebook once more and stuffing it in my pocket before standing up. Biting my lip, I walk over to him and sit on the chair closest to him.

"Will you play the piano some more? You're really good." I mumble quietly, not particularly in the mood for getting worked up over him trying to push me into talking about something that I'm not wanting to discuss.

I catch his cheeks dust a light pink color as he smiles over at me, though the sadness still sleeps into it as he nods his head.

"On one condition." Yoongi agrees, turning himself more to be better faced towards the piano keys. I smile lightly at the sight, always having loved the sound of the piano. I've always enjoyed watching others play piano, loved the sound of it. I've wanted to learn how to play for a long time now, but haven't had the chance.

"And that would be?" I question curiously, wondering what he's going to ask for in return.

"You agree to go to a café with me and hang out there for a while."