Club D.T |MYG ✔️

10

No matter how long we chatted for, it still felt unreal to me. I still couldn't believe I finally got to see him act so normal. Except for the occasional blushing and turning away that I didn't understand.

"Can you play the keyboards?" I asked Yoongi, pointing to the piano keyboards sitting on the table behind him.

"Yeah, I do" He smiled. "I'm not the greatest, though."

"Can you play for me?" I suggested and to my surprise, he didn't argue.

He walked to the table and stood in front of the keyboards, gently placing his fingers on the keys, I decided to go stand next to him and watch closely.

He started playing a beautiful piece that I didn't recognize and I kept staring at his fingers that elegantly moved to play one tone after the other.

I wondered how tough-looking tattooed hands could produce such gentle tones, and I enjoyed every second of his melody.

I looked up at him the moment he finished playing and his eyes met mine. I just realized how close we were standing next to each other, but neither of us moved.

"That was beautiful," I said, my voice barely over a whisper. "Did you write it?"

He slowly nodded at me, and I noticed his face was slowly coming closer to mine.

My heart skipped a beat and I tried to convince myself that I was just imagining that, but being too close to him didn't help.

I stood there, studying his face, memorizing every inch of it, and when I made my way back to his eyes, I felt like staring into them forever.

I noticed he was doing the same, but his eyes seemed to move further down and study my body as well and I silently cursed myself for wearing shorts.

"It's getting late," He finally said, his eyes once again locked into mine, his face still close to mine, and his cheeks were a light shade of red. "You should get some rest."

I gulped, feeling as if there was a rock stuck in my throat, but I forced myself to snap out of my frozen state and slowly nodded.

"Sleep well," My tone as low as his, then walked out after a few more seconds of staring.

I hastily made my way to my room and lay in bed, a smile creeping into my face.

Damn, I like him.

I must be crazy for liking someone I barely know after two days, but these two days seemed just as crazy.

I finally closed my eyes ready to sleep and tried to stop thinking about him, about the little moment we just had.

I woke up to a knock on my door and a smile on my face.

"Wakey wakey!" I heard Jimin's voice through my door and I was thankful he didn't barge in. "Breakfast is almost ready."

"I'm up!" I replied to him and got out of bed to get ready for the day.

I walked out once I was ready and found the boys sitting at the kitchen table as Seokjin placed a plate on it.

"Morning!" I greeted them as I took the empty seat next to Jimin.

"Someone sounds overly cheerful" He teased me. "Why?"

I elbowed him, careful not to draw attention to my action and ignored his question.

"The food looks so good, Thank you Jin" I smiled and we began to eat.

I kept glancing at Yoongi as I chatted with the rest but he stayed silent, looking tired and I felt a little guilty for keeping him up late at night.