"God, I wish having sex was more like basketball."
"What do you mean?" Yoongi looks at me, a mix of confusion and curiosity on his face.
"Like a physical act, two people should be able to have sex like they're playing basketball. Noone feels the nee...
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"Your wrists don't hurt too much, do they?" Yoongi asks me, carefully examining the red marks on my hands.
"No, don't worry" I assure him "I told you I like it"
He giggles at my response "Yeah, you did. I can't lie, I did too, you looked great"
Oddly enough, his comment makes me blush. Noone's ever complimented me for the way I look during sex before. "Thank you"
He softly pushes me off him and gets up from the bed "I'm gonna go get water, do you want some?"
"Sure, thanks!"
While he's gone I take a good look at his bedroom. It's decorated with the same red and black colour palette as the rest of his apartment, his bed has a black quilted headboard and red pillows and there's a large painting hanging over it. The nightlife light pours in from the large windows on the right, illuminating his desk and I notice there's something next to it that I've never heard him mention before: a microphone. It has a noise muffler on it and it looks to be plugged into his computer.
"Hey, what's that microphone on your desk for?" I ask him as soon as he walks into the room again.
"Oh, that" He sets one glass of water on his bedside table and hands me the other one "I use it sometimes, it's no big deal"
"Well, yeah, but what for? Please don't tell me you have a podcast" I take a sip and set the glass on my nightstand.
He laughs "No, no. I, um, I record music sometimes"
I almost spit water out my mouth. There's no way I heard that right.
"As in, you write and record your own songs?"
"Yeah, kinda" He's looking at the ground as if he's embarrassed that I found out about his seemingly secret hobby
I excitedly jump off the bed and sit on his office chair "Play me something"
"What?"
"One of your songs" I motion to his computer "play it"
"Oh, no, no, no" he shakes his head and rushes over to me before I can press any buttons on his keyboard "they're not very good and I-"
"I didn't ask whether they were good or not, I asked you to play them" I interrupt him.
"I've never played them for anyone before, though"
"Well, that's another first for tonight, then"
He stares at me with what I think is confusion and astonishment "You really wanna listen? Like, I'm not a professional or anything, it's just something I do for fun"
"Yes! Come on, I promise I won't judge you if that's what you're worried about"
"No, it's just" He takes a deep breath and exhales "okay, fine, I'll play you one. But just one!" I grin excitedly in response and he logs into his computer, searching through his files and choosing one to click on.
"This one's called People"
He watches me intently and a soft xylophone-like melody starts playing through the speakers, his voice following through with an indescribably natural flow and rhythm to it. I try to pay attention to the lyrics, and before I know it I'm completely absorbed in the song.
Who said people are animals of wisdom? For me, obviously, we are animals of regret People change, just as I've changed There is nothing permanent in the world Everything is just a happening passing through
The track finishes playing and the silence in the room becomes overwhelmingly disappointing. Yoongi is still standing there, looking at me, in silence.
"That was-"
"Not very good, I know, I need to touch up a few bits and add some adlibs and-" he rubs the back of his neck and his gaze looks for anything but my face.
"Amazing. I was going to say amazing"
"Wait, really?" He shifts his attention to me, in disbelief of the words that just left my mouth.
"Like, really amazing. Can you download it onto my phone?"
"What for?" He's even more confused now.
Does this boy really not know? He's not aware that he's immensely gifted?
"To listen to it, dummy" I roll my eyes "I loved it, I want to add it to my playlist"
"Mia, if you're fucking with me right now, I swear-"
"I'm not!" I exclaim, getting off the chair and shaking him by his shoulders "Min Yoongi that was incredible and you are unbelievably talented, now PLEASE download that onto my phone"
I watch as the biggest smile spreads across his face and he looks at me relieved "Okay, okay, I will. Thank you"
I grab my phone from the pile of clothes on the floor and give it to him, sitting on the bed while he's focused on the screen in front of him "So you've never released any music then? Not even on soundcloud?"
"No. I told you I only do this as a hobby"
"That doesn't mean you can't let your work be known"
"I don't want to, Mia, that's it" he asserts, unplugging my phone and throwing it on the bed.
"Okay, sorry, I just wanted to encourage you" I coyly say.
"I don't need you to encourage me" his mood has shifted in a matter of seconds and now I regret ever asking him to share his talent with the world "my music is fine as it is, I don't want nor need other people to listen to it"
"Okay, okay, sorry"
He lays on the bed next to me and doesn't say a word.
"I think you're very talented, Yoongi" he turns around to face me "I mean it"
"Thank you" we stare at each other and he tucks a piece of hair behind my ear "It's in your phone now so just don't show it to anyone else, please"
"I won't, don't worry"
The faint sound of cars driving by outside and the moonlight coming in through his bedroom window eventually drift us both into sleep.
