3 week time skipAfter the events in the piano room I barely saw anyone, most of the time they were busy and I myself was busy. Whether it was in the studio practicing the songs with my producer or in the studio figuring out the dances. Occasionally Hobi came and hung out in my room with me and over the couple weeks I'd been living in the apartment we'd become closer. The others avoided me like the plague although Yoongi seemed less cold towards me now occasionally knocking on my door for me to come get dinner, we never sat together most of the time we all ate in our rooms. My schedule continued to be busy which was another reason I'd not had much chance to get to know anyone, my brothers turned up a few times throwing me in the back of their car and delivering me wherever I needed to go. I had a feeling they were watching me 24/7 in case I tried to run away and the thought made me jumpy and cautious.
Eventually Jin started knocking on my door when it was just me and him at home asking for piano lessons and that's what we had been doing today until he'd decided it was time for my 'handsome' lessons as he called them.
"Looks it's not hard, just raise the corner of your mouth slightly and look up" I tried copying what Jin was showing me but he just huffed throwing his hands up in the air in defeat.
"I told you I'm a lost cause, I just cant smile properly" I got up pacing around the room "I just don't know how" I dropped with a thump to the floor laying on my back looking up at the ceiling of the music room.
"There must be something that makes you smile, a memory of a friend or your parents?" I sucked in a breath when he said the word parents the only parents I'd ever known where either dead or couldn't even be classified as a parent. "I think of fishing with my father" he was trying to help but instead the idea made it worse I felt a lump in my throat, I'd tried to forget all my memories of my father to stop the pain I felt every time, but now they came flooding back, sure I'd had my moment when playing the piano but even that hadn't come without tears. "Arin?" I finally caught on to Jin saying my name and I could sense he was staring at me as I stared blankly upwards.
"My father died." I said it bluntly hoping it would end the conversation. Saying it out loud though released something, I wanted to talk about it, maybe not everything but I wanted to talk to someone about who he was before he was gone. "He never took me fishing, but he taught me to play the piano" I looked over to see Jin staring at me he looked sad, thoughtful almost and he nodded for me to continue.
"I remember when he got me my own piano, a brown one like the one over there, it was the happiest moment of my life"
The memory was a good one I wonder why I'd forgotten it, it was Christmas and mother was away in Korea with my brothers so it was just me and him, I was nine. I came running down the stairs almost tripping over my too big Pajama bottoms to find him sat in his old red chair staring at the fireplace. He turns and smiles this huge smile at me and I smile back bouncing on my feet, I don't remember what he said but whatever it was made me even more excited. Then he lead me across the room and there sat the piano, my piano the last thing he'd ever given to me, before everything was gone.
I felt the smile I'd had on my face faulter and turned to look over at Jin embarrassed by my momentary lapse in reality but he was smiling at me kindly as he leaned on his knees.
"The smile you had on you face" he rose from his sitting position and came and stood over me looking down "it was beautiful whatever that memory was, remember that" he then stepped over me and left me laying there confused. Did he just help me through something? Are we friends now? I don't understand these guys one bit.
Sitting up I looked over at the empty doorway were he'd just left. Shaking my head to clear it of the negative thoughts that had started to fill it and then stood making my way over to the piano. The memory had stirred up a lot of feelings in me, it felt like a new weight on my heart but I couldn't quite call it a bad feeling. I gently smoothed my fingers over the the keys before gently lowering the fallboard.
"Your so gentle with it" I turned startled by the sudden voice behind me and found Yoongi leaning against the doorframe. "I'm the same, it's my piano" I looked between him and the piano unsure if he was telling me not to touch it anymore, I cautiously took my hands off of it stepping away.
"I'm sorry, I won't touch it anymore it just-" I looked down "reminds me of someone" I shuffled trying to figure out what to say next.
"Me too" I looked up and he was now stood next to me hand on the top caressing it gently, lovingly almost. He stared at it the same way I did like it had all the answers. "Someone gifted it to me, once I used it for hours everyday, recently though I've been too busy to play it, I don't mind you using it, just remember to be gentle with it" he turned and looked me in the eye and I understood clearly what he felt towards it, I nodded.
"These things keep our memories alive, to destroy it would only hurt those memories and eventually they'd disappear" I saw a slight blush cross over his cheeks before he quickly looked away and coughed awkwardly. He continued shuffling on his feet in front of me, he was cute actually small and pale with pretty looks, his mint hair made him stand out from everyone else but otherwise his quiet demeanour made him disappear in the backgrounds sometimes.
He saw me staring at him and looked almost insulted scrunching his nose up "this doesn't mean where friends......not yet" he turned quickly and stormed off stopping just before the door to stare at a smirking me "but....your alright I might have been wrong about you, just.....don't tell the others I said that" then he was gone blush and all.
What a tsundare. I liked him though he reminded me of a friend I'd had back in America, the thought made me wonder about him, how he was.
I'd have to text him soon.
A/N So I'm feeling super inspired right now so lots of updates, the other reason however is because of uni the updates will slow down even more so I wanted to give the people who read my book more chapters to enjoy. This ones only a short one but we're finally starting to get there with all the members, plus a little of Arins background. Also what do you guys think of tsundare Yoongi?
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