bangtan one shots

secret violinist ⇒ min yoongi

perhaps it was the smoothness of when the hairs of the bow glides against the strings, producing the most beautiful melodies. perhaps it was the music itself, the notes and sounds that could be produced from this instrument. perhaps it was the feeling of the cool wood underneath your chin, or the feeling of its neck in your hand as your fingers pressed down on its strings.

the violin had also been a huge part of your life. it all began when your father and mother took your to a nearby thrift shop. it was more of a garage sale only without the garage. it was an old store that had been around for ages. they always carried a series of knickknacks and clothes and other necessities. it was there that you first came across a violin.

the instrument was very old them. though you were too young to notice then, the wood had been very run down, and a string was broken. you had released your father's hand to go towards it. you were fascinated by it. you had never seen it before. once you stood in front of it, out of curiosity, you gently plucked a string. a very dull sound emitted from it, because of an untuned string, and it scared you. but after the sound faded, you did it again, and again, until you were playing a random song that had no rhythm or melody. you were laughing, until your mother took your hand off it, scolding you for running off and then apologizing to the shop owner. she was an old lady, and she simply smiled, and told you that you could have it for free.

you father got it tuned somehow and from then on, years later, you played that violin. you played all throughout your school years, all the way to college. over those years, you've bought two new ones, have to upgrade sizes until they couldn't get any bigger. now, you were in college, studying music and violin. you used the ones at school to practice because they were far newer and far more beautiful than your own.

you spent a lot of your time after school practicing alone in the music room. no one ever came since typically people practiced in the mornings, that was also when classes were. you enjoyed being alone, all by yourself, just you and the violin.

you always played with a smile on your face, eyes concentrating on your fingers and then the music sheets in front of you.

tonight, however, your phone interrupted your practice session. you nearly didn't hear its ring over the sound of mozart. you gently set down the instrument and its bow before picking your phone up. it was your boyfriend, min yoongi.

you cleared your throat, your cheeks already blushing after seeing his caller id. "hello?"

"babe, do you realize how late it is?" he asked.

his voice wavered slightly, as if he was trying to make the worryness in his tone. you don't know why he tried to hide it, although it was slightly amusing.

your eyebrows furrowed. you tried to glance around, but there weren't any windows in this particular music room, which you found unusual. so, you didn't know. "no." you replied hesitantly.

you heard him sigh. "where are you? i'll come pick you up."

"i'm still at school."

"at school? what have you been doing all this time?"

"studying, doing homework, what else would i be doing?" you replied, laughing quietly. it was a lie, but it also made sense.

the truth was, you haven't told yoongi about your hobby. you were insecure about it, which you knew was silly. but, just the thought of him knowing that you liked to play the violin and even wanted to possibly make a career from it, scared you. he was one of the greatest musicians, one of the most talented people in the world. you felt that you didn't compare.

"well, i'll be there soon."

"i'll wait outside." you said and then hung out.

you sighed. you needed a break anyway. your fingers were sore already for the extensive amount of time that you've spent playing. and you already had hard, red bumps on your fingers.