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"I'm nervous."
"Same."
"You're nervous?" Yoongi looked up at him.
"There's a lot of people..." Namjoon looked at the crowd. "Your parents are here."
"Wh-What?" The older looked over, widening his eyes. "They are here..."
"Hyung," Namjoon looked down at him, placing his hands on Yoongi's shoulders. "Don't focus on your parents, anyone or anything else that's negative. Focus on where you think you are—your happy place, mostly."
Yoongi nodded. "Okay."
"What's your happy place?"
You. You're my happy place. "Y-Your bed."
Namjoon chuckled. "Okay, think yourself sitting on my bed and practicing. Remember when you were playing my Appa's piano when I was around? Think of that, not messing up at all, soft focus."
"What about Coach Chen?"
"We'll stop him from letting Youngjae out on the stage."
"Okay." Yoongi looked around, trying to find Mr.Chen. "He's right there." He pointed at the male.
"C'mon, before Youngjae goes on." Namjoon grabbed the older's hand and walked towards Mr.Chen.
"C-Coach Chen!" Yoongi yelled for him.
Mr.Chen turned around and saw Yoongi and Namjoon running up to them, the older still limping on the boot.
"What are you doing here? You're supposed to be at home!"
"I deserve to be here, Youngjae doesn't." Yoongi spoke up.
"Youngjae just wants to get the money from the performance. He's not doing it to become a pianist." Namjoon slightly explained.
"Youngjae is a responsible student." Mr.Chen said.
"Youngjae has been bullying me to get my part." Yoongi tightened his fists. "I-I know he wasn't involved in my accident but he bullied me since I came back, mocking that he's going to do better than me."
"Mr.Chen, listen;" Namjoon spoke up. "Yoongi has been practicing for months for this day, Youngjae practiced for just a couple of weeks. Yoongi deserves to be playing on that stage—his parents are disrespectful for him and they're here in this building. They want him to fail, they're removing him from this city and pushing him to Seoul if he fails, to succeed there. This male right beside me is using the money for something important, like college. Youngjae is just wasting the money on food and clothes. You are an idiot for replacing Yoongi."
Mr.Chen just stared at Namjoon. Yoongi also stared, blown away and amazed.
"Now," Namjoon began again. "Stop Youngjae because you have someone better than him. If you don't, we just wasted our time being here."
"Youngjae!" Mr.Chen suddenly yelled.
Youngjae suddenly appeared in front of the teacher. "Yes?"
"You can go home." He put his hands behind his back.
"What?"
"Yoongi," He looked at the male. "Did you practice before you got here?"
"Yes, Coach Chen." Yoongi bowed.
"You're letting him play!?" Youngjae was pissed, pointing at Yoongi.
"Yes, I am. Go home or watch." Mr.Chen growled at the boy.
