pretty girl | sope

{ six }

{ now playing : i need u, bts piano version }

pretty nails.

something caught the corner of his eye as he stared in the mirror.

nail polish. specifically white nail polish, they belonged to his mother.

yoongi inhaled shakily before extending his arm, taking the polish into his hands and glancing at the labels. he shrugged his shoulders, shaking his head. 

just test it out. yeah, see how it looks. you could just remove it if you don't like it.

he took a deep breath, you'll be fine.

so yoongi did, he applied the nail polish, and blew on them until they dried. he examined them himself, his heart beating a little faster than normal as he looked at them.

he liked it. it looked surprisingly nice on him, it made his fingers look more elegant, and it made him feel pretty.

yoongi always grew up liking more feminine things. he knew he had the urge to paint his nails, and wear the make up his mother did, yet he never had the courage to actually go and try it.

he finally did it. and it felt right. 

'pretty nails,'  hoseok's words rang in his ears. 

yoongi had pretty nails. 

and he liked the way they looked and felt on him. 

would hoseok like them? 

he didn't know, and frankly, he cared. 

he didn't want to care, but he did. 

he cared about what hoseok thought because he was hoseok. he liked hoseok. he wanted hoseok to like him back. 

yoongi sighed, he shouldn't be thinking about that now, he knew that. 

hoseok didn't like him, and he never would.

but that didn't change how he felt. 

- - -    |    - - - 

finally it was fucking saturday. 

10:30 

yoongi glared as the sun shining from the window seemed to blind him as it bounced off his eyes. he groaned, shaking his head as he sat up. 

he brought his hands to his face, smiling to himself as he looked at his nails, then got off from his bed and went to the bathroom to freshen up.

yoongi yawned, walking out of the bathroom, and to his room, it'd been like ten minutes and he was already tired. 

he sighed, he was already awake, better just to waste time. he eyed his keyboard for a few seconds, then smiled. 

 he kept his keyboard stationed in his room, it felt more him if it was in his room. it felt like it was a part of him. and his keyboard was pretty important to him, it was nothing compared to his old piano, but playing piano was the only way he was able to let out his emotions. 

he sat down on the bench, placing his hands loosely on the keyboard, playing simple chords as he felt himself smile as he looked at his nails. 

they were so pretty. 

before he knew it, his fingers were playing with a mind of their own, a beautiful melody left the keyboard as his fingers sprung with each note, each chord. he felt alive. 

"oh damn, that's really pretty." 

yoongi's hands jumped then slammed down on the keyboard, the notes becoming a scattered mess as the beautiful melody from before was put to an abrupt stop. he looked behind him with furrowed brows and a pounding heart.