Would fl3!Yoongi ever serenade oc with a pop song on the piano? 🥺 and which song would it be
teresa, you sent me this while i was out and i almost sobbed. if fl3!yoongi did do a pop song, i feel like it would go something like this:
Turning the page of your book, a thought punctured the flimsy walls of your mind, flooding your brain until everything else spilled from your ears. It was something you had to know. Immediately. You were invested.
Leaning your head back to regard Yoongi over your shoulder, your soft voice caused an abrupt stop of the hard piano keys as you asked a simple, “Question.”
“Mm.” Directing his full attention to you, Yoongi relaxed into his chair, swiveling it away from his production setup to face your overly blanketed form on the couch.
“Uhh, hold on.” The way your neck twisted was getting uncomfortable, so you repositioned yourself into a sitting state - shuffling multiple times until you deemed yourself comfy again. Yoongi stifled a grin watching you wrestle with the fluffy material, your inquiry coming out stilted in your minute distress. “Can you play, like, modern songs?”
When you finally checked him again, his soft smile had been shoved away by a frown. “Modern songs,” he repeated, as if the words were foreign on his tongue.
“Yes?” Your elongated syllable combated his attitude. “Like, from this century?”
“Have I never played any for you?” Yoongi tilted his head, his brows threatening to touch. Under his breath, you barely made out the words, “I could’ve sworn I did that on our third date.”
Shit. Did you just forget? Brushing off your lapse in memory, you just sighed, “If you did, can I hear them again?”
“More than one? Greedy,” he huffed, but the smile that appeared right after outshined any opposition he had. Spinning back toward his keyboard, he changed the settings back to standard piano. “Sure, love.”
You straightened even more in anticipation, only to roll your eyes when he announced, “Ahem, no phones or--”
“Flash photography, I know, whatever,” you whined. “Your humor is so old.”
Yoongi just threw you a pair of creased eyes over his hooded shoulder, knowing the statement held a world of meaning between you two ever since that first day you witnessed him on stage. Adoration spread like the rays of a spring sunrise on your cheeks as he started playing, and you didn’t think you could ever feel that warm in the midst of a winter storm.
