Piano Boy

18

• Jimin •

"Hey, Jimin?"

I turn from where I'm straightening the rows of glasses, shooting Hoseok a grin. "Hey, what's up?"

"It's past two, you can leave." He leans on the bar, giving me a smile. "Good work tonight."

"Thanks. I'll just wipe down the bar, then head home." I reach for a rag and a spray bottle of cleaner, spraying down the bar, and Hoseok leans forward, lowering his voice as he tilts his head toward the corner.

"I think someone's waiting for you."

I glance in that direction, my cheeks warming as my eyes fall on the black-haired boy just sitting at the piano, his coat in his lap, eyes wandering over the now-empty bar, and as they meet mine he looks away quickly, using his sleeve to wipe invisible dust from the top of the piano, and I can't help grinning.

"I'll wipe down the bar, you two start walking," Hoseok shoots me a grin and my face warms slightly as I hand him the rag and cleaner, reaching for my coat under the bar.

"Thanks, Hoseok." I slip out from behind the bar, giving Hoseok a smile, and he nods, lowering his voice slightly.

"Between the two of us, Jimin..." He glances at Yoongi, smiling a bit, his voice affectionate. "He's really happy you two made up."

My cheeks burn as I look at the man sitting on the piano bench, and I can't help my smile, my soft voice.

"I am too."

Hoseok claps me on the shoulder, turning to the bar again. "Have a nice night."

"You too."

I walk toward Yoongi, pausing as I reach him, smiling as he turns to look up at me. "Hey, Yoon, you ready to go?"

"Yeah." He stands, slipping his coat on, and I walk with him to the door, holding it open, falling in step with the black-haired boy as we walk down the sidewalk slowly, the route familiar.

"It's getting so cold," I grin, hunching my shoulders as I slip ahead slightly, balancing ok the edge on the sidewalk, so happy my chest feels as if I could fly. "I love the cold, don't you?"

Yoongi nods slightly, his eyes on the sidewalk, and I fall into step beside him, giving him a smile. "Are you warm enough?"

"Yeah," his breath is a puff in the air and I notice the pink in his cheeks, the slight blue of his lips as he shivers slightly, hunching his shoulders against the frigid air.

"Here." I tug his arm slightly so he stops walking, and I unwind my scarf from around my neck, turning to face Yoongi as I hold it out. "I'm not cold, you need this more than I do," I give him a smile and he looks at the scarf, then me, shaking his head slightly. I give him another grin, shaking my head at him in response, reaching out to wrap the scarf around his neck carefully, tucking the ends into the collar of his jackets, and his cheeks redden, eyes meeting mine, his pale skin almost glowing in the streetlights.

"See, it looks better on you anyway," I say quietly, my eyes on his. "And you won't freeze either."

Yoongi's silent, speechless perhaps, and neither of us moves, the cold no longer a bother, the warmth radiating through my whole body from his gaze enough that I don't want to move if it means I have to look away from this perfect man, with his red cheeks and pitch black hair and dark eyes fringed with dark lashes, lips a soft pink color now that he's no longer shivering from the cold.

I lift a hand to brush a small white flake from Yoongi's hair, and he stiffens slightly, caught off guard, and my hand stills of its own volition, resting on the black locks, the silky strands smooth beneath my fingers as I study the redness now creeping down his neck, disappearing underneath the scarf, making his ears flush bright red.

"It's snowing," I say after a moment, realizing what the small white flake on Yoongi's dark hair was, and he nods wordlessly, his gaze leaving mine to look up, his head tilted to the sky, and my hand leaves his hair, falling to my side as I do the same, admiring the beauty of the silent white flakes increasing in number, drifting slowly from the blackness of the sky into the golden glow of the streetlight.

Neither of us says a word for a long moment, just admiring the silent beauty of the snow, then Yoongi shifts, looking at me again, his hair and eyelashes and shoulders now speckles with the tiny white flakes.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

He doesn't stutter. He doesn't hide form the words. He doesn't look away, flushing under my gaze but holding his steady.

"It is," I say softly, because the kind of wonder that snow brings with it warrants soft voices and warmth, and Yoongi nods, holding my gaze for a second longer before it overwhelms him, and he turns, walking again, slowly, his eyes on the ground.

I fall into step beside him, my eyes on the way his face is still flushed, his eyelashes catching snow, his steps slow despite the slight shiver of cold that runs through his body.

And I can't resist the urge anymore, my hand slipping from my coat pocket to brush my fingers with his, and then his hand slips into mine perfectly and I'm holding hands with Min Yoongi.

He doesn't look at me, doesn't say anything, doesn't react other than the slight tightening of his fingers around mine, and my chest explodes with warmth, unable to think of anything but him right now, the way we're suddenly holding hands as we walk home in this slowly-falling snow, the way he's trying to hide the shy smile that's tugging at the corners of his lips, avoiding my eyes, his blush so deep at this point that his cheeks are practically glowing with heat.

And when we reach his apartment building neither of us says a word, but I walk him inside, up the stairs to his door, and it's not until he needs to get his keys out of his pocket that I release his hand, and he turns his back to me immediately, fumbling to unlock the door, turning to meet my eyes once more when he has the door cracked open.

"Night, Jimin."

He closes the door softly after him, and a stupid grin finds it way onto my face as I can't help a breathless laugh, leaning against the doorframe for a moment, my chest so light I could fly.

He's so perfect. So incredible. So amazing.

I turn, walking down the stairs again, unable to stop grinning as I bounce down the sidewalk, just remembering the warmth of his fingers in mine.

I am so in love with Min Yoongi.

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This chapter makes me so soft, you have no idea.

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