Man in Black || myg

𝐕𝐈𝐈. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡

Park Soomi

I squinted in confusion at the bright yellow sticky note attached to the papers on my keyboard.

I took a shot at making some changes to the song. -Yoongi

When did he work on this? I vaguely remembered him here last night, but there was no way he had time for this. Unless the sleep deprivation was distorting my memory.

No, that can't be it. I creased my eyebrows. Just the thought of anyone else in this personal space of mine made my skin crawl.

And yet, I couldn't help the curiosity that crept in as well. I found myself settling onto the seat, hovering my fingers over the keys in anticipation. Music soon filled the room.

And I was amazed. It wasn't too different, but somehow the little changes to the melody, the tempo, and texture gave it that little extra something it was missing.

As my fingers came to a halt, I grew guilty about how much I snapped at Yoongi yesterday. I was just stressed out and upset.

Because of Taehyung.

I went to check my phone, staring at the still unread messages.

Hey Tae, did something happen? Why did you leave so suddenly?

Please talk to me.

I'm sorry I've been so busy. Can we please see each other?

I didn't have the chance to dwell on these messages for long though as the door behind me swung open. I turned around, surprised to see Yoongi.

"You just went to sleep a few hours ago. Why are you already up?" Yoongi questioned, but it sounded more like a father scolding a misbehaving kid.

"I couldn't sleep. Also, what did I tell you about coming in here?"

"You didn't have a problem with it last night," he remarked. I pursed my lips, accepting defeat.

"Well, anyway, the changes you made were awesome! And you should be thankful they are or else I would've beaten your ass for being in here without me."

"You like it?"

"Yeah, I do."

He seemed surprised, failing miserably at hiding a beaming smile. It was nice seeing a happy Yoongi, a glimpse of the guy I thought I met back in the café. The moment was short-lived, however, when he forced out a cough and reverted to his typical blank disposition.

"Does Hoseok have anything to do with you being up right now?" His question came out of nowhere. "I saw him leave your room earlier."

"Oh, I didn't realize you were up."

"Well, I wasn't until you slammed the door."

"Shit sorry..."

"You two weren't?" he questioned with his eyebrow raised. My eyes widened at his insinuation.

"God, no. I would never," I hastily corrected him.

He narrowed his eyes at my hurried denial. I was both amused and in disbelief that he could even think I would do something with Hoseok.

You know, a little fun never hurt anyone.

"And gosh, I'm hurt. You know I have a boyfriend. What do you take me for, a cheater?" Though I was messing with him, he didn't seem to catch on.