RaeJae's POV:

Aish... I've made things awkward again.

Instead of explaining to the boys the full extent of the situation I only gave them a mere simple answer. It mostly consisted of "its personal" and "don't worry about it", because I care too much to get them involved in any of my problems.

Actually, That is my problem.

I care too much.

Before coming here I barely cared about anything. I lived in my own, worked on my own, ate on my own... I did everything on my own! But now I have seven other people who have been nothing but nice to me.

How am I not supposed to care about them?

I continue to look at the small sliver of city visible from my window, attempting to rid my mind of the cringe worthy walk home from the studio. We didn't talk much, only J-Hope did as he tried to lighten the mood.

It didn't really help though... I'm pretty sure Taehyung is mad at me for trying to quit and the others didn't look too happy about it either. I would tell them about Manager Hobeom but I don't want to drag them into trouble with him.

This is their dream, I can't just ruin it.

A sudden knock at my door wakes me from my thoughts. Slowly, I turn my head to look as I find myself not wanting to answer. I don't think I can handle anymore human interaction for today.

Despite my rude feelings I silently peer through the peep hole to see Yoongi holding a long object in his right arm. It's quite difficult to see through the small opening so I allow my curiosity to take over, opening the door.

"I need to store this here," He states, referring to the large piano keyboard in his hands.

"E-excuse me?" I stutter at his strange request.

He grunts in response, pushing me aside so that he can enter my dorm. What the heck is he doing?

"Why is it so dark in here? Looks lonely,"

"Well, I am the only living in here..." I laugh, only to trail off at how depressing that just sounded.

"Anyways, you don't mind if I leave this with you, right? There isn't that much room in my dorm and the boys keep playing with it. Sooner or later Namjoon is going to destroy it," He breaths out.

I watch his actions carefully in order to figure out this situation. I'm pretty sure that there is plenty of room for him to store his keyboard in his dorm... and Namjoon and the boys would gladly leave it alone if Yoongi asks.

I mean everyone listens to Yoongi.

He stares at me for a moment before reluctantly asking, "You aren't quitting, right? I mean you've already made it this far so-"

"I'm not," I cut him off, "I signed a contract, remember?"

He nods his head slightly, a small smile showing on his pale face, "Could you do me a favor?"

"A favor?"

"Yeah,"

"Um... I guess so,"

He flashes me one of his award winning gummy smiles, "Teach me that piece you played the first time we ate out,"

"Butterfly?" I raise my eyebrows at him, "It's kind of difficult..."

"RaeJae-Ssi, I've played Piano since I was like five,"

My eyes widen, even though that wasn't quite what I meant I had no idea that a tough, rapper like Suga could play something as delicate is the piano.

"No, I mean I can't read or write music. I only made up that piece and just have it in my mind... it's hard to explain," I sigh, walking over to the keyboard.

"You mean to tell me that you composed that without knowing how to read music?"

I laugh a little, "That is what I just said,"

"What if you forget it?" He says as if it would be the end of the world if I forgot.

I slightly smile at him, already playing the piece in my mind, "Trust me, it's been engraved in my brain so that I don't,"

He nods his head, biting his lip out of concentration. It looks like he's contemplating something but I'm not sure what.

"What's wrong?" I tilt my head in his direction. He replies by tapping he spot next to him which I think means he wants me to sit there.

Yoongi then points to the keyboard saying, "Play the first melody, but a bit slower please," he nonchalantly pulls a pencil and small notepad with writing scribbled all over it. I try to see what it reads but he flips the page too fast, drawing a music staff before looking at me.

"R-right now?" I stutter idiotically. Of course he means right now, RaeJae! He laughs a little while nodding his head.

I awardly shift my body to face the keyboard and run my fingers across the keys. It's a bit smaller than what I'm used to playing, but I'm able to adjust fairly quickly once I start to play.

After about 5 minutes Yoongi continuously has to remind me to slow down for sleep deprivation seems to be winning over anything else at the moment. My fingers stubbornly refuse to obey my mind, running lazily over the keys. Even me keeping my eyes open becomes a chore and I find myself struggling to hold my head up.

Yoongi's POV:

I was completely lost in the beautiful melody filling my ears when a stray note brought me back to reality. RaeJae's usually graceful fingers seem to be having quite a hard time considering the amount of mistakes she's made just now.

Her playing was absolutely breath taking at first... but this just seems like child's play.

"Slow down a bit?" I mumble for like the fifteenth time, seeing her head bob to the side.

For a second I thought she was doing it out of annoyance, but now I can clearly tell that she's falling asleep. Aish... this girl.

Before I know it her fingers stop playing completely, her small figure somehow finding a way to fall asleep upright. Geez, she must be completely exhausted to pull that off... I mean I've for sure done that before but I'm Min Yoongi; the wannabe rock in his next life.

"Yah, RaeJae-Ssi," I gently tap her shoulder but she refuses to move. Despite our slight age gap, I still feel like I'm on the same level as her. She seems very mature for her age which may be the reason why I feel the need to protect her so much.

She's still a kid, she should be enjoying her youth while it lasts.

I let out a long sigh before debating what to do with the sleeping girl. Should I just lay her down here or take her to her bedroom? Aish, I'm lazy I think right here is just fine.

"Sweet dreams," I whisper, slowly laying her down and throwing a blanket over top. Just as I'm about to leave I hear here mumble something that I couldn't quite catch, "are you awake?"

When she doesn't answer I proceed to my dorm room.

Taehyung's POV:

I promise I didn't mean to end up here!

I was only curious!

I wasn't trying to eavesdrop!

Please don't kill me Yoongi!

Aish, which excuse is going to work best?

As I sit on the bathroom floor of RaeJae's dorm room I find myself worried for my own fate. If Yoongi finds me here he's going to think the worst... alls I wanted to do was apologize to RaeJae-Ssi!

After we game back to our dorms I did a lot of thinking. In a way, I understand RaeJae's moment of panic. I mean we all are a bit stressed! Right?

After coming in here to see Yoongi I was going to leave right away but then she started to play the piano and one the lead to another and I almost fell asleep and then Yoongi got up and.... I should stop rambling.

"Sweet dreams," I hear Yoongi whisper before Raejae mumble, "Don't leave me,"

My eyes widen, curiosity begging to be fulfilled once again when I peer down the hallway into the living area. I see Yoongi turn around, asking, "are you awake?"

She doesn't answer so both Yoongi and I come to the conclusion that she's just sleep talking. But still... who does she not want to leave her?

What if she's lonely?

I quickly put my hand over my mouth and scoot to the far corner of the bathroom when Yoongi leaves. Thank the heavens he didn't catch me or I think I would've been dead meat.

Slowly, I make my way into the living area to see a sleeping RaeJae. However, she doesn't look peaceful like she should look... instead she looks distressed; eyebrows furrowed with a sheen of sweat covering her forehead.

She looks... scared.

"D-don't," She whispers, shivering, "No one owns me,"

A small frown forms on my face, wondering what she possible could be dreaming about. It seems that nightmares are a common occurrence for her. I wish there was something I could do to help.

I watch has she tosses and turns, almost falling off the clutch but I catch her small body in my arms. Maybe I could help by taking her to her bed. With that in mind, I make my way to her dark bedroom, placing her gently on her bed. Afterwards, I tuck her in as if she were a child.

Just as I'm bout to leave she makes a small whining sound, my conscience telling me it'd be wrong to just leave her. I let out a small sigh and start for the bed opposite hers but a hand on my arm stops me. It startles me a bit, enough for me almost to scream but luckily I'm able to contain myself. My eyes slowly trail down my arm to see RaeJae gripping it tightly, still sleeping.

Her eyebrows continue to furrow as if she's struggling to solve a difficult math equation. Sighing, I slide under her covers convincing myself that she and I are like brother and sister... so that makes this okay, right? I pull her close into a hug so that she stops shaking, falling into a peaceful sleep along with her.

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