JeonsTown | BTS TaeKook

Chapter 8. Triggered.

Jimin found the music room easily, he had followed the beautiful, soulful sound of a piano, and stepped cautiously in the doorway, to find Yoongi seated at what looked like a grand piano in a beautiful cherry walnut wood.
The witch was an exceptional pianist, and he looked so at peace as he played out the melody. Jimin stood transfixed as he watched a myriad of emotions dance and play across Yoongi's face, the witch was lost in the clear, doleful notes of the melody he was playing now, and the sight had Jimin's heart racing and he wasn't exactly sure why.

"What do you want, Jeon?" Yoongi's voice broke through Jimin's reverie and startled him a little.

"I want to talk to you," Jimin said, his dark eyes held Yoongi's as he advanced further into the room.

"We have nothing to talk about. I hate you, I hate your brother," he said flatly, his hands working up a strong, quick series of heavy notes.
"I hate your whole fucking family," he ground out, dragging his eyes from the vampires, "so you can just go fuck yourself."

"Yeah, not gonna happen," Jimin raised his voice over the loud notes as he stood at the side of the piano.

"What do you want from me, Jeon?" Yoongi angrily asked, he stopped playing abruptly.

"I want for you to stop calling me Jeon for starters," Jimin said, his elongated eyes widening a little as he smiled, "I have a name."

"I couldn't give two fucks what your name is," he told him with a poker face.
"What I do give a fuck about is the fact you're messing with my concentration," his eyes flickered up to stare at the vampire.

"This is so not going how I want this to go," Jimin sighed and Yoongi snorted in response before he resumed playing, his eyes closed in an attempt to block out the vampire in front of him.
The melody was soft and sweet and slow, and the music just flowed soft and easily from his finger tips to the gleaming black and ivory keys.

"I'm sorry," Jimin whispered softly, but the music kept playing, the melody changing from sweet to bitter sweet as the witch ignored him.
"I'm sorry for what my family did to yours," he went on softly, looking at Yoongi's fingers as they drifted naturally over the keys. "We," he whispered and bit his lip a little. "My brother and myself. We..." he tried again, drawing a breath, his heart racing a little. "We're ashamed to," his voice rose a little above the music. He had to make Yoongi hear him.

"Ashamed to be associated with that monster!" His voice echoed around the room as Yoongi had suddenly stopped playing and looked at him.

Neither boy said anything for a couple of heart beats. Yoongi was shocked to say the least. Shocked that Jimin would admit to something like that, Wonwoo is a monster, but Jeons tend to be Jeons, so...

As for Jimin, he didn't know what he was intending to say, but when he said was ashamed, it wasn't entirely a shock, because he and Jungkook had both discussed it, but it was a little surprising that he'd said it to Yoongi, knowing how much the witch hates him, knowing he could just as easily throw it back at him, saying his apology was little more than an attempt to salve his own conscience, saying he didn't mean a word of it.

"Wow," Yoongi muttered as he slowly closed over the piano lid, his eyes skimming the vampires pink dusted cheeks.

"Yeah," the vampire chuckled low, his face flushing a deeper pink. "Sucks being a Jeon. I know," he muttered and felt his heart lift at the sight of Yoongi's lips twitch as he fought a smile.

"I am sorry," Jimin repeated his eyes conveying what his heart felt. "Not that I'm blaming my mom or anything, but she never told us anything about our life, our condition?" he scratched his neck. "Our gra- Wonwoo," he muttered, correcting himself. "Asshole will never be family," he hissed under his breath. "We never knew the half of it, even when we got here," he said his eyes catching the mild interest in the witches.