𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℙ𝕚𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝘛𝘢𝘦𝘑𝘰𝘰𝘯

Part 2 (50)

"Don't you believe that in each loss there is a triumph?"

"What makes you think messing something up makes me proud? What could I have achieved from that?"

"Knowledge."

~

"Knowledge," I whispered as I peered into my reflection, watching as the ice from the car window began to defrost, revealing my soft complexion. I stared at myself, in vain and contempt.

Several botched auditions later here I stood, contemplating our future once again. Without recitals or performances, I wasn't making any money, and with even Jungkook and Jimin's help, we were sinking financially.

I had to do something.

Two months and we'll all be out of a place to live. And the last thing I want to do is move in with another one of our friends and become a burden.

Sitting down and buckling myself in my seat, I gripped the cool steering wheel and took a deep breath to calm my nerves.

"You've got this Taehyung. Just give yourself one more chance. Remember, knowledge." I nodded my head and exhaled deeply before taking off toward what would be my last chance at redeeming myself.

~

"A mister Kim Taehyung?" The lady's stoic voice echoed throughout the empty corridor. I practically jumped up from my seat before I hastily sped over to her, bowing slightly before following her back into the audition room.

"So on your record it shows several performances such as the Golden Gala and a few other minor ones at jazz clubs. Is this true?"

"Yes ma'am it is."

"Can you explain to me these failed auditions then? Surely if you were well enough to perform the gala, then you shouldn't have these mi-"

"With all due respect ma'am, I have learnt from my mistakes. During those times I wasn't focused, and my heart was out of place. Believe me when I say I promise I will not disappoint you."

"Oh, well alright," the lady smiled tightly and opened for me the large double doors, and upon my stepping in, she let them shut and ring loudly.

Sheepishly I stepped over to the grand piano in the center of the empty room and sat down on the bench. I brushed my fingers against the keys and leveled my breathing as I waited for my cue to begin.

What felt like hours but was mere minutes passed before a husky male voice filled the expanse with a "begin".

I gasped softly before lifting my fingers and setting them accordingly along the keys. I straightened my back as Namjoon would tell me to before closing my eyes and dropping my chin.

"Proposal," I said softly, "Composed by...Namjoon."

With those words I dropped myself into the music. I allowed my fingers to glide about the keys, spilling out all my emotions into the notes. My mind was wandering as I played and all I saw were pictures of my life.

Of Namjoon, Kook, and Jimin.

Of all the little moments which lead up to the proposal, and then finally the moment itself. How elegantly and smoothly Namjoon played as he spoke. How his eyes glittered wildly as he slid the ring on my finger, followed by our passionate love later on.

Tears dropped onto my hands and the painted keys, and before I knew it, the melody had ended. Hunched over, I pressed my face into my palms and suppressed sobs.

"E-End," I whispered shakily before standing and leaving the room quickly, careful to hide my face with my hands so nobody would see me.

I bolted out to the parking lot and back into the car, which is where I allowed myself to fully break down. Tears descended quickly down my cheeks, forming small puddles on my hands which lied in my lap palm-up.