Shadow Dancing | K.TH

Bonus: Yoongi's Pianist

"Did Yoongi hyung just leave the house?" Hoseok asks in disbelief as the door swings shut. "Yoongi hyung. As in the Yoongi hyung who refuses to move from his beanbag chair even if the house went up in flames."

"Did he say why?" Jin questions, fiddling over another explosive design he was working on. "Who knows, maybe he went to buy another beanbag chair."

When Hoseok shakes his head, his eyes narrow in confusion. "That's odd. What else would he leave the house for? There isn't an assignment today, either."

"Where's Jungkook? I thought he was gone to buy chicken."

Namjoon lets out an incredulous sigh as Jin asks, his voice playful.

"Hyung, you really didn't think that he leaves the house to do that? He obviously goes to see Hyacinth—I'm betting V's knives that they're going to get married by the end of this month."

Throughout their discussion, mine and V's eyes meet briefly. It's obvious that we're thinking the same things, the same plan.

I act first, pulling V's sleeve as I stand up to grab a light jacket.

"Um, me and V are going out for a walk." The moment I say that, V nods in approval at me as he disappears out the door. I'm quick to follow, but I still catch Hoseok's last words as the door swings shut behind me.

"Look at the maknaes, all gone somewhere with their girls. We really need to up our game."

That was the problem.

One of the hyungs might've already made their move.

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"You're thinking what I'm thinking, right?"

V gives me a brief nod as he leads me down the street, his eyes never leaving Yoongi's distant figure. He's careful not to let the older man notice, always having us fall back whenever we got too close.

"I'm certain. There's no way that hyung would leave the house for any other reason." V tells me, eyes sparking a youthful excitement.

"I can't believe this," I exclaim, my lips stretching into a vicious smile. "Yoongi. The same Yoongi I know, has a girl he's leaving the house to see. I can't wait to meet her."

All of a sudden, V's arm wraps around my waist. When my eyes find his in surprise, I realize that his own is fixed at something a distance away.

Yoongi just went inside an apartment.

A disappointed sigh escapes my lips as he disappears out of view, but V's intelligent gaze sparks childishly as he motions for me to follow.

He takes me around the structure of the apartment and parks us right in front of an open window, the billowing curtains on the other side obscuring us from their view.

V pulls my body close to his chest, one hand wrapped around my right shoulder as he carefully leans over to get a look inside.

"Wait," I whisper. "Isn't this technically stalking—"

"This is Yoongi hyung we're talking about, Tzuyu."

"......."

Good point.

We both fall silent when a chair scrapes on the wooden floor, and Yoongi's voice spills through the window. Somehow, his tone has nothing of the sarcasm he used to show. Instead, it contains something like...