In which a girl dreams about meeting Min Yoongi every day until she actually does...
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"...dream wherever you are, will welcome you, dream may your trials end in full bloom, dream though your beginnings...
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Reverie had taken Yoongi to her favourite music shop today. It was stocked with the most beautiful pristine instrumentsthat seemed to echo 'play me.' But the real reason why this was Reverie's favourite shop was not because of all the new instruments, but for the reason why they were sat in the far corner of the shop, hidden away.
A beautiful antique piano sat in the far corner of the shop, it's paint peeling, it's wood splintering but yet it had so much character and history that even the shopkeeper admitted to Reverie that he couldn't bring himself to get rid of it.
Reverie was sat on a small armchair next to the piano, watching Yoongi play a beautiful but haunting song. She loved watching the way his fingers ran across the piano keys so effortlessly. She loved the way his eyes closed and you could see that he was putting his whole being into the song, all his feelings, his passion, his everything.
Reverie sat contently, just watching Yoongi play. She didn'tknow how long they sat like that for. It seemed hours but yet seconds as Yoongi played song after song for her.
Ever since Reverie started listening to BTS about 3 years ago now, she had thought Yoongi was cold, that he was mean. But one day Reverie found out that Yoongi shared the same love as her for piano and that caused her to go down a rabbit hole, all Yoongi related until she realised she had the same misconception of Yoongi as most fans did. Yoongi wasn't cold or mean. He was caring, he was funny, he was witty and sarcastic and he had also been through a great deal of things and came out the other end still an amazing person even after all the pain he had been through.
"A penny for your thoughts?"
Reverie jumped. Only by the sound of Yoongi's voice bringing her out from her thoughts did she notice that the music had stopped and that Yoongi was watching her, a small almost none-exsistant smile playing on his lips.
"My thoughts are worth much more than a penny." Reverie said, feigning being offended.
"Ah," Yoongi said. "Of course, of course. But can't you humour me just this once?"
"Fine. I'll humour you." Reverie said. "I was thinking about you."
"Oh?"
"And how Iused to think you were the bad guy. So many people think you're the bad guy."
