i'm deciding to just say heck off writer's block!! jhope ya'll enjoy :)

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screaming. obnoxious screaming. that's one of the sounds jimin hated having to hear 5 days of the week from his fellow classmates. it kinda scared him a bit really. to think of what they were talking about, if it was about him, or some stupid party they were having at that namjoon guy's house. jimin never wondered why he wasn't popular, he wouldn't fit in anyway with his weight and body type and all. they would reject him immediately. 

shaking the thoughts away for now, jimin quickly and quietly followed the rush out the doors. but he, as always, didn't follow the others. he instead took the stairwell to his left leading to the blessed doors of his real home, the studio. 

jimin let out short interrupted sigh when his breath suddenly hitched in his throat at noise of distant footsteps below him. hopefully it was just other students leaving class a bit late. he continued walking, trying to lighten his step a bit.

there were several reasons why the pink-haired boy felt an attachment to that room. the constant flow of unaltered original voices or the sound of a light strum on a ukulele in the back. the rhythmic beats of a drum line and the melody of the trumpet. the piano drifting in and around the people in the room, so prominent the notes were almost visible to jimin's dark colored eyes. even the peace and quiet could be especially gratifying. 

new faces were not typical, or something he enjoyed about the space. he was in the middle of practicing a new piece he was composing called 'serendipity' when-

*clap clap clap clap clap*

jimin bound up from the piano bench and swiveled his head to see min yoongi, frantically applauding his unfinished performance, bearing an open mouth and a frankly gorgeous awestruck expression. he was leaning against barre in the corner near the keyboards. 

"ya know that's got to be the second most beautiful thing i've ever heard in my life!" the older exclaimed in a different voice than the deep and almost raspy one the younger was used to. it was more smooth and relaxed. 

"oh yeah? and what's the first?" jimin replied, not noticing his accelerated heartbeat, or the feeling of heat rising to his cheeks. 

"well, your voice, of course! is that piece your own?"

jimin felt a nervous grin creep it's way up to his soft lips seeing the taller still carrying astonishment on his jawline. 

"y-yeah, it is actually."

"is it finished yet?!" the twinkle in his eye shown through his whole face.

"y-yeah," jimin repeated.

"COULD YOU PLAY IT FOR ME PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEEEE?"

jimin chuckled, looking down at his now very interesting shoes. "i g-guess i could try."

he sat down once more before he carefully grazed his small fingers over the glistering keys, preparing to play for the love of his life. nervousness was the most evident emotion jimin felt as he started to play. 

  I modeungeon uyeoni anya
Geunyang, geunyang naui neukkimeuro
On sesangi eojewan dalla
Geunyang, geunyang neoui gippeumeuro
Nega nal bulleosseul ttae naneun neoui kkocceuro
Gidaryeossdeon geot cheoreom uri siridorok pyeo
Eojjeomyeon ujuui seopri geunyang geuraessdeon geoya
You know, I know neoneun na, naneun neo  

the very second jimin's hands hovered over the keys, yoongi's eyes never left those very hands. the movements were so precise, so talented. the boy was glad to know that they also shared a first love for the ivory instrument. he listened intently until the cute boy was finished.

  Neon nae pureun gompangi
Nal guwonhaejun naui cheonsa naui sesang
Nan ne samsaek goyangi neol mannareo on
Love me now
Touch me now

Just let me love you (let me, love, let me love you)
Just let me love you (let me, love, let me love you)
Ujuga cheoeum saenggyeonasseul ttaebuteo modeun geon jeonghaejin geoyeosseo
Just let me love you (let me, love, let me love you)  

yoongi needed to put a fist to his mouth to stop it from quivering. at the same time, jimin brushed a strand of fallen pink hair out of his eyes that were starting to brim with tears. 

"that-" yoongi started. "that was.. uh.. it.. it was.. that.. oh my god you know what?"

he raced over and embraced the sitting boy in a tight hug, neither one ever wanting to let go. but it did eventually, as soon as it had started. both boys rose to their feet smiling. they just... stood there for what felt like a forever. and then yoongi left again, this time leaving a startled park jimin looking down a slip of ripped paper with a number on it. 

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whoa that was a lot longer than i expected it to be! but uhhhh hey!

FLUFF! jhope ya'll enjoyed! stay safe, stay alive and eat your vegetables today! |-/

      -your proud author, kennedy   ₍₍ (ง ˙ω˙)ว ⁾⁾