Tune || Yoonmin || Soulmate AU || ONGOING

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A throbbing headache enveloped the minds of two strangers, both of them being teenage boys. Neither of them understood where the sudden burst of pain came from, equally confusing both of them. The pain was pounding in the back of their minds and blurring their vision. It was virtually unbearable for one of the two, while the other teen had already been accustomed to a painful environment, having to deal with one at home. So, Min Yoongi remained unbothered. 

I suggest that you try not to worry too much about Yoongi's "painful environment", as for you will be faced with the reality of his situation sooner or later. Yoongi was a fairly quiet 17 year old, and he was known as the 'silent kid in the back of the class'. To be honest, I take that back, Yoongi wasn't known for anything. Most of his peers forgot about his existence which always lingered behind them like a shadow. 

Yoongi's long dark bangs always covered his round and deep eyes, and his constant trend of wearing long sleeved apparel helped cover up his bruises, (and the occasional cuts that his arms bore). Let me clear up that last sentence for you, Yoongi was 'self-diagnosed' with depression. Honestly, more like 'buzzfeed quiz diagnosed', and had an intense case of social anxiety. I'm not going to go too far into depth about Yoongi, you'll be finding out a lot more about him in the future. 

Now, let's hastily switch the spotlight onto Jimin. Park Jimin, Chim for short. Jimin was the type of person who always made sure to look on the bright side of things, which tended to make him vulnerable to the dangers of this cruel society. His loving family had recently broken apart after a series of arguments from his parents. They decided to divorce, forcing Jimin to have to move to Daegu from his home place Busan.

 Of course this whole fiasco was hurting Jimin in the inside, but as I stated earlier, he's optimistic. He looked at this situation as a fun opportunity to explore a new city and make new friends. There's not much to say about sweet little ChimChim, other than that he's a softy, and was not ready for the forthcoming situation. 

Back to the main point of interest, the headache that struck both boys. Poor Jimin was "hit" the moment when he stepped out of his dad's old Toyota, feeling the soft turf of Daegu underneath his feet for the first time. Right when the sole of his shoe hit the ground below him, he stumbled from sudden dizziness and the intense headache. His dad briefly eyed him as he opened the trunk to retrieve the suitcases.

"Chimpanzee, you good?" Mr. Park curiously asked, accentuating the pronunciation of Chim as he spoke his son's traditional nickname.

"Do I look good?" Jimin's delirious state caused him to sarcastically snap at his father

"For Christ's sake, Jimin,"

"I'm sorry, Dad. My head hurts like a bi-"

Mr. Park cut off his son's swear with a sigh, and began rummaging through his bag for an Advil. While his dad was looking, Jimin took a seat on the curb in front of his petite new house. Although it was much smaller than his previous home, Jimin was in too much pain to complain, or even notice the size. The poor boy's head was throbbing! Still waiting for his father to find the pain-killing medicine, Jimin reposed his forehead onto his knees, hugging them close to his chest. Jimin's stance worried Mr. Park further, as he internally debated whether to call the hospital.

Ever since he was little, Jimin had a thing for music. In order to improve his vocals he taught himself a bit of piano, which helped him match his voice properly to the different keys. Music seemed like a distraction, an escape from the pain and stress that Jimin encountered. And right now a distraction was exactly what Jimin needed. So, he blindly lie his fingers down on the gravel beneath the curb.

His fingers began moving on command as Jimin tried to envision the melody in his pained mind. His hands formed a D Minor chord, pressing down on the solid ground intensely. His fingers started individually playing different notes at once, assembling a small tune starting with a high E flat, the notes quickly cascading down to an A flat and B flat, played after one another. Jimin was so focused on a specific pair of the reoccurring quadruplets that he hadn't noticed his father tapping his back, holding a small pill and an almost-empty water bottle. 

By the time Jimin had turned back to look at his father, Jimin had realized, much to his delight, that the pulsing headache had disappeared. It had been replaced by the little melody he had formed earlier, interminably playing over and over. But, it was just a small song stuck in his head, no biggie... right? Jimin denied the Advil, as for he didn't have any reason to take it anymore. He began vigorously apologizing as his father swore incoherently about how he took 10 minutes looking for 'the damn drug'.

Jimin and his father both grabbed their small suitcases from the car's trunk, locking the doors. The father and son made their way up the front lawn and disappeared behind the wooden doors to their new house in Daegu.

On the other hand, unlike Jimin, Yoongi payed no mind to the small and meaningless headache. It was just another experience of pain, not even as bad as the pain he suffered from daily. Yoongi just simply assumed that the pain was from the exhaustion and stress that his mother put him through daily, or maybe from the blow his father gave him last night. 

Yoongi encountered the headache at the exact same time as Jimin, right when Jimin took his first steps in the same city as Yoongi. This was around 8:00 pm and Yoongi was in the run-down studio that he rented out once a week, writing and recording music. He brushed off the iota of pain as he continued studying the lyrics he had poured his heart and soul into, trying to find the perfect melody to fit the meaningful words. 

As he was about to draw out the treble clef symbol on his lined paper, the headache that Yoongi was managing intensified greatly. Yoongi dropped his pencil and his hands shot up to his forehead. He started massaging his temple, until the pain slowly vanished. When he had recovered,  Yoongi took a small breather, and continued his music-writing. 

Abruptly, Yoongi had come up with the perfect rhythm. He felt like such a fool, not coming up with this melody sooner. It fitted his lyrics perfectly, and sounded quite heavenly. He began to settle his fingers down on the keyboard, starting with an E flat, playing every other note down for three notes, and hitting the note one higher, then repeating the process only one note lower. Eventually this snippet of the song concluded with an A flat and a B flat, ending everything on a perfect note. 

Ending on a perfect note may be the way the song ends, but it is not the way this story ends.