Piano Boy

26

• Jimin •

"I'm Taehyung's best man, did I tell you that?"

Yoongi shakes his head, his hand warm in mine, and I nod, smiling at him. "We'll have to collaborate for planning stuff. You'll have to deal with a lot of me as this wedding gets closer, I'm sorry in advance."

Yoongi grins a bit, shrugging, the light of the streetlamps illuminating his dark hair. "That's okay."

I smile at him, squeezing his fingers. "The restaurant was good, wasn't it? I loved the atmosphere of the place. Honestly, I can't believe they were open this late."

Yoongi nods, glancing at me. I release his hand to brush my hair out of my eyes, shaking it out after my fingers have ruffled it, and my eyes meet Yoongi as he watches me, and a slight flush creeps over his cheeks. I grin slightly at him, reaching out to brush my thumb against his cheek, over the pink flush high on his cheekbone. "Cute."

Yoongi's blush deepens, and he stuffs his hands in his pockets, a smile tugging at his lips, and I hesitate for only a moment before slipping my arm around him, my hand resting in the small of his back, guiding him slightly closer to me. He stiffens briefly, his cheeks turning bright red, and I smile a bit, my heart beating abnormally fast at his close proximity as well. "You looked cold."

Yoongi nods slightly, still red, and I can't help my smile, loving the way he reacts to the slightest touch, loving the warmth of his body so close to mine. "You want to come over for a bit?"

Yoongi hesitates, and I glance at my phone. "It's almost three now. We're close to my place anyway, why don't you just step inside for some tea or something?"

Yoongi glances at me, and I pretend not to notice as his eyes longer on my profile, and he gives me a small smile. "Okay."

We make our way down the street, my apartment only a couple blocks from the restaurant we ate at, and I hold the door open for Yoongi, lowering my voice. "Jamie is probably asleep by now. Well...she'd better be asleep, anyway, so we should probably try and be quiet. Actually, I don't think that will be a problem for you," I tease him gently, and he grins slightly, shaking his head, slipping his shoes off as he stands in the entryway.

I join him, slipping on a pair of house shoes, leading the way into the kitchen. Yoongi stands in the doorway, hesitant, and I give him a smile, opening a cabinet. "You want tea? I've got chamomile, earl grey, and lemon. Or if you want, I think I have beer in the fridge. Oh, and I have a bottle of wine, too? I know we drank at the restaurant, but..." I shrug, reaching into the cabinet, pulling it down from the low shelf. "It's also kind of early in the morning to drink, but we work in a bar. I think that makes it all okay."

Yoongi smiles a bit, shrugging. "Just a small glass."

I pull glasses from a cabinet, pouring us each a small glass of wine, leading the way into the living room. It's dark, with no lights on, but I leave them off, worried about waking Jamie. Yoongi sits next to me hesitantly and I hand him a glass, taking a small sip of the alcohol before I sit back, a happy sigh leaving my lips as I look at at Yoongi.

"Are you working tomorrow?"

He nods, tip of his tongue wetting his lips nervously before he replies. "Early. Four to nine."

"Me too." I grin at him, tilting my head. "It's weird, but I have this feeling that Hoseok keeps scheduling us for the same timeslots on purpose."

Yoongi's cheeks flush slightly, and he glances away, taking a small sip of wine from his glass. "He...probably is."

I pick up the wine bottle from the table, topping off his glass, and a grin pulls at my lips at how cute he is. "I wonder why." I know why, but I want to see Yoongi's cheeks turn red, and I'm not disappointed as he flushes so deeply, his ears turn red as well.

He shrugs slightly, looking away to hide his blush, and I smile slightly at him, setting my wineglass on the coffee table. Yoongi turns toward me again once he's less red, and he avoids my eyes, taking another drink of the ruby alcohol in his glass.

"Yoongi?"

"Hm," his eyes meet mine, and I reach out of some urge I've no control over to brush my finger through his hair, and he turns scarlet, his cheeks more red than the liquid in his glass.

I open my mouth to say something else, but my mind blanks, my eyes on Yoongi's blush. I reach for the remote from the edge of the sofa, trying to distract myself from the pretty pink of his cheeks, turning on whatever rom-com that Jamie left in the DVD player, and Yoongi is silent, occasionally taking a small sip from his wineglass, eyes on the TV.

He looks tired, his eyes drooping slightly as he finishes his wine, leaning forward to set the glass on the table, and as he leans back once more his eyes meet mine, holding my gaze as he realizes that I was watching him.

"Why do you watch me so much?"

The question catches me off guard, and I blink at him, the quiet question throwing me off; perhaps the wine and the drinks at Blue Sky and the restaurant loosened his tongue, or he's just been holding the question in, but it's the first time he's said anything directly about all the times he catches me staring at him.

I smile a bit, my stomach clenching nervously as I dampen my lips with the tip of my tongue, the words slipping out. "Because you're good-looking."

Yoongi blinks at the words, his blush deepening, and he nods slowly, his eyes still on mine, and I realize that the alcohol definitely has something to do with his newfound confidence.

"I know why Hoseok always schedules us together," he says quietly, and I tilt my head at him, a small smile tugging at my lips.

"Why?"

"Because he knows," Yoongi says softly, and he glances away for a moment; curiosity tugs at my chest.

"He knows what?" I prompt gently, and Yoongi just looks at me, the light from the TV screen playing across his features, and it's a long moment before he just shakes his head slightly, looking away again, lapsing into silence once more. I turn my eyes to the movie as well, my mind still on his soft words, his serious eyes.

It's only moments before Yoongi shifts closer to me, hesitant, and he just sits there for a moment, his eyes on my profile, before he leans against me, his head coming to rest on my shoulder, and a smile pulls at my lips as I glance at him, and his eyes are closed, his face peaceful.

I can't help my grin, my chest filling with warmth, and I don't move, afraid of startling him away from me, afraid he'll pull away when I want him to stay, my body warm where his side touches mine.

"I think I'm in love with you," I say softly, and Yoongi doesn't move, his breathing steady, eyes still closed.

I smile a bit, shaking my head at how sweet he is, leaning my head on his as I close my eyes, the soft voices of the movie and Yoongi's warmth lulling me to sleep in minutes.