Prompt: In which Yoongi is a musician, Jungkook is homeless and they both play piano.
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His hands ran over the the keys one more time ending the soft but sensual tune. He moved his gaze up, almost blinded by the lights. Full house as usual. He stood up bowing, a knowing half smile playing on his lips. As he exited the stage, sounds of applause echoed in his ears. He pulled at the top button of his shirt, loosening the tie. He made his way out the back entrance. The cold bitterness of winter air cooling his skin. Time to start his walk home. Tomorrow would be another day of practice.

His hands ran over the keys one more time ending the gentle lullaby. He moved his gaze up meeting the eyes of the shop assistant, smiling sympathetically at him. It was closing time. He bowed in thanks, an appreciative smile on his lips. As he exited, the sound of shop doors closing for the night filled the empty street. He wrapped his arms around himself, attempting to protect himself from the cold winter air. However the light sweater and old jeans he owned didn't do much. He made his way to the nearby park, head ducked down. He had to find a bed to sleep on.

Yoongi rubbed his hands together. His stomach rumbled as he waited for his order. He bowed to the male behind the counter who had made his sandwich and coffee. He walked down to street aimlessly. The park was good a place as any to eat his lunch. He halted when a simple melody floated through the air. He hadn't heard someone play the piano with such gentleness in a long time. He followed the music to an old music shop. Looking through the window his eyes found a boy, eyes closed, playing the piano. Yoongi took in his features. Dark brown hair, shadows under his eyes, traces of baby fat  still on his cheeks. He was a tad too skinny. His clothes were old and torn. Yoongi made a face at the dirt on the boy's clothing. From where he was standing he could see the dirt residing under the boy's fingernails. His phone beeped breaking his observations. He sighed knowing it was his manager calling to ask where the hell was he. He made his way back to the music practice room, lunch in his bag forgotten. It was late when he left the practice room. The cold air made him take in a sharp breath. He put his hands in his pockets and made his way home. He passed through the park. It created a shortcut to his home. He stopped curiously as he found the boy from before. He was sitting cross legged patting a dog's head in affection. He was feeding him a piece of bread. His voice was raspy, as though he rarely used it, "Here little guy. It's not much but it's all I have. It's gonna be a cold night so save your energy. You can share my bed if you want. It's the third bench from the north entrance." Yoongi tilted his head. The boy was homeless. That explained the torn clothes. The only food he had and he was giving it away. Was the boy stupid? The dog licked the boy causing a small giggle to escape his lips. As the dog trotted away Yoongi made his way to the boy, "You should take your own advice. Save your energy." The boy looked up in shock at someone conversing with him. Usually people pretended he was invisible. He bit his lip, "He was starving. It's the least I could do." Yoongi stepped closer handing him the sandwich from earlier that he forgot was in his bag, "Here. It's the least I can do. I heard you earlier. You have talent. What's your name kid?" The boy's cheeks flushed. It was the first time he had received a compliment, "J-Jeon Jungkook. Excuse me s-sir but are you the famous pianist Min Suga." Yoongi was surprised the boy knew of him. He nodded in agreement. The boy's eyes seemed to light up, "Wow. I used to listen to your work whenever I was feeling sad. Helped me a lot. U-um I mean." Yoongi chuckled, "Call me Yoongi. Look kid I'm not usually nice but I have a couch that's a lot more comfortable than a bench, a shower and some spare clothes you can change into. Also a fridge. I'll help you get on your feet. Find a job and begin a fresh life. I have a piano that you can practice on too." This seemed to help the boy come to a decision. He led Jungkook to his apartment showing him to the shower first. He placed fresh clothes on the toilet seat and left to prepare dinner. The boy came back out in his sweater and tracksuit pants. There were a bit large in his small body but they'd do for now. His hair was now more curly and soft. His skin glowed. Yoongi was almost taken back at his beauty. He placed two bowls of kimchi and rice on the counter. Both males ate in peace. Yoongi decided to break the silence, "So kid how old actually are you?" Jungkook looked up at him cheeks full of food. He swallowed quickly, "E-Eighteen. Y-Yoongi hyung?" Yoongi raised an eyebrow, "No need for the honorifics. Just call me Yoongi, continue." Jungkook averted his eyes, "Yoongi-ah can I ask why you let me stay?" Yoongi put down his chopsticks, "You remind me of myself when I first started out on my own. It was hard and often times I slept on doorsteps or couches of friends. Now enough talk of that, you should get some rest. Tomorrow I'll take you to my workplace. Once you get used to it maybe we can play together sometimes."
Jungkook made his way to the couch after cleaning the dishes. Yoongi appeared with a blanket and pillow. Jungkook took them from his hands. He paused before turning to Yoongi. His voice came out as a whisper, "Thank you Yoongi-ah." Yoongi smiled at him, "Sleep tight Kookie." Just as he was exiting something soft pressed against his cheek. He froze. Jungkook had kissed his cheek. How was it possible for someone to have such soft lips. He glanced at Kookie to see him shuffling awkwardly, cheeks pink. Yoongi placed a hand on his shoulder trying to keep his own cheeks from heating up, "You're welcome here as long as you need. Goodnight Kookie. Sweet dreams." He turned making his way to his own room before thing became even more awkward.