A Deepness of Feeling | TaeGi [COMPLETED]

Measure 1

The snow crunched underneath Taehyung's boots with every quick step he made. His hot breath left puffs of white in the air as he panted, trying to breathe through the cold winter air.

The soft melodies of Mozart's Piano Quartet No. 1 in G Minor that were playing through his earphones, didn't quite mesh up with his pace as he zipped between his schoolmates. Every now and again he would mutter out an "Excuse me/Pardon me." Or a "Sorry."

Finally, after about fifteen minutes of running, he made it into the warm building. He quickly knocked his boots against the wall next to the door to get the caked on snow off the bottoms before he ran inside and towards his class. Taehyung only stopped when he got to the door.

He breathed out heavily as he glanced inside and saw that they had already started. Taehyung cursed under his breath as he didn't want to interrupt class and have everyone's eyes on him. But, he had no choice. Taehyung took a deep breath before he forced the door open.

Immediately, the music stopped and everyone was looking at him. Taehyung sheepishly walked over to his seat and set his things down, taking off his coat and draping it over the back of his chair. His teacher cleared her throat and nodded at him after he had finished.

"Nice of you to join us, Mr. Kim. Late for the second day in a row? Shall we keep record?" She asked him.

Taehyung bowed a bit and muttered out an apology before he quickly got his violin out and his sheet music. "No ma'am. I'm very sorry. It won't happen again, for real this time." Taehyung said.

His teacher scoffed and shook her head. "I'm sure plenty of your classmates would love to do your part. Be late again, Mr. Kim, and I'll have no choice but to give it away." Taehyung gulped before he nodded and bowed again, apologizing once again.

"Now, everyone turn to page two, we'll start from there." She said as she resumed class.

—

After class, Taehyung's teacher asked for him to stay behind. Taehyung grabbed his coat and slung it over his arm before he gather the rest of his things. Taehyung patiently waited in front of her desk, waiting for her to look up at him.

"Mr. Kim... why were you late again?" She asked before she glanced up at him.

Taehyung blushed and looked away. He had a hard time looking at her, for her intense stare shook him a bit, but also because she was a fairly beautiful woman.

"Mr. Kim?" She asked again, making the younger boy look at her. Taehyung gulped and wetted his dry lips before he looked down again. "I... I overslept, ma'am." He said shyly. His teacher sighed and shook her head.

"Taehyung," she said in more of a sweeter tone, almost like a mother talking to her son. "You know you are my brightest student, yes?" She asked.

Taehyung nodded and kept his eyes down. "I need you to try harder. Start acting like you want to be first chair, like you deserve it. Because as of now, I'm not sure if you want it. If you can not handle it, let me know now before I introduce our pianist. You'll have to be able to keep up with him. He is a prodigy after all."

Taehyung sighed and nodded. "I can do it. I'll try harder, I promise."

His teacher gave him a small smile before she nodded and looked back at her work. "I expect to see you tomorrow, on time." She said.

Taehyung nodded once more. "You will!" Taehyung said before he started to head towards the door. Taehyung stopped and turned towards his teacher. "Ma'am?" He asked.

She lifted her head and looked at him. "Yes, dear?" She asked.

Taehyung looked around the classroom before he looked back at her. "Whose the pianist? Is he famous? Like Seong-Jin Cho? Or Yekwon Sunwoo? Yiruma?!"

His teacher chuckled and shook her head. "No, dear. Our pianist has never been heard of before."

Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows. "Then how do you know he's a prodigy?" Taehyung asked with a slight tilt of his head. Taehyung's teacher smiled widely, her eyes disappearing for a moment before she spoke again.

"Because, Mr. Kim, he's my son."

—

"This is so fucking stupid." Yoongi said as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Yoongi's father sighed next to him as he drove the scenic route towards the university his mother taught at. "Yoongi, you were expelled from three other schools, you're lucky your mother's school was willing to take you in!"

Yoongi rolled his eyes. "Probably only cause mom bragged about my musical skills. I thought I told the both of you that I had quit, five years ago." Yoongi said.

His father glanced at him before he looked back at the road. "And we let you take a break for two years, now it's time to get back to it. You use to love to play, Yoongi."

Yoongi slouched down in the passenger's seat and pouted. "It was the only thing you two could agree on. The only thing that would shut you two up." Yoongi mumbled.

Yoongi's father reached over and gently smacked Yoongi's thigh, causing the boy to jump. "Do not blame your mother's and I's divorce for you not wanting to play anymore. You've just gotten lazy. You just need to practice until that passion comes back. Maybe you'll make some older, more mature, friends who will help your passion return to you." His father said as the classical music playing in the background, that Yoongi had drowned out, suddenly got louder.

Annoyed and pissed about everything in his life, Yoongi aggressively shut the music off.

"No! I won't make any friends, I don't want to! I like my old friends! I won't be happy, Dad. You're literally ruining my life right now! Just because I fucking stuck up for myself to a old, close-minded idiot, I have to get punished?!"

"YOU GOT EXPELLED YOONGI! What fucking school or university is going to want a troublesome, loud-mouth, know-it-all student?! None! Except for your mother's university! Now, quit complaining and don't touch my fucking stereo!" His father said angrily as he flipped the music back on.

Yoongi slammed his back into his seat and looked out the windows at the beautiful white mountain tops being coated in another white blanket as Bach's Concerto in D Minor blared through the speakers of his father's car.