𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮 | втѕ ƒƒ

Chapter 44 | Not yet

Narrator POV

"Yoongi-Hyung," Namjoon greeted his Hyung while Mia yeeted herself in the opposite direction to hide her cherry red face.

Yoongi looked as unbothered as ever.

"Meet me at the piano room in 10," he said, then walked straight back out the door.

"Okay...?" Namjoon looked puzzled.

They both collected themselves while avoiding each other.

"Um, so they still aren't here yet?"

"No, sorry Mia this won't be long," he gestured for her to follow.

She nodded and they did as Yoongi asked.

When they arrived at the piano room, Yoongi was already at the piano writing on several pieces of paper.

"We're here Hyung,"

Hiding her tiny figure behind Namjoon, she poked her head up at him and mouthed, "where do I go?"

He pointed to some chairs off to the side.

"I'm scared," she mouthed again.

He chuckled, "fine."

He walked towards the chairs, grabbed 1 and put it by the piano.

Namjoon sat next to Yoongi and they spent what felt like an hour exchanging, writing, and conversing, but never played the piano. While they were doing that, Mia was dozing off, she must've fallen asleep at least 3 times by now.

Someone's phone rang, and that is when her eyes shot wide open.

"Hello?" Namjoon answered.

"Oh really? Okay I'll be down in a sec."

And he hung up.

"I have to go somewhere with PD-nim, can we finish later?"

"Yeah that's fine,"

He gathered his stuff and was almost on his way until: "wait— what about—"

"I have to go sorry Mia, hang out with Suga-Hyung for now."

"But—"

And the door slammed shut.

She sighed, then it became silent.

But after a while, soft piano music started to play.

Mia looked up, "wow." She mouthed.

The keys were playing lightly and the melody was super sweet and relaxing, she was definitely ready to take a nap then.

But in a heartbeat, the tempo dropped making the room feel heavier and uneasy. That's when Mia stood up and went towards Yoongi.

He felt her presence behind and came to a stop.

She stood there in silence for a second before she spoke up, "...why don't you take a break?" She suggested.

His ears tingled to the sound of her voice. As much as he wanted to turn around and look at her restless face, he didn't.

He scoffed and continued playing, "I don't take breaks."

"Well, you should."

Silence.

She went and sat next to him, back facing the piano. "What good will you be if something bad happens to you? Rest."

Then, she got up and was on her way to the door.

He gathered all of his courage and finally spoke up. "Wait,"

She stopped in her tracks, "yes?"

"Where are you going?"