“holy flying chickens”
his fingers danced across the piano, each note filling the quiet practice room. his face was filled with passion, rage, and regret as the memories came flooding back from the familiar tune. his fingers moved gracefully across the instrument, not playing but caressing the piano with such delicate touch.
sweat beads dripped down the sides of his temples, his breathe hitching slightly as he quickly moved his body forward, emphasize the dramatic note of the familiar tune. he carefully hummed the lyrics of the self-written song, voice raspy from the emotional quick pace raps.
“i remember the end of my teens you burned it all together with me, it was a time when i couldn’t see an inch before me, i cried and laughed because i was together with you, even those moments are pleasant memories i grabbed onto my shattered shoulder and said i really can’t go on whenever i wanted to give up you said to me by my side,”
the climax of the song soon came to a closing, yoongi throwing his head up to feel the music, his slouched posture becoming a straight, strong one. he thrusted the pads of his fingers deeper against each key, ending the song on a serious, gloomy note.
“holy flying chickens, that was beautiful,”
yoongi snapped his head to the familiar voice, eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. oh my god. how long had hoseok been standing there?
“hobi! how did you- i- uh, what-”
“you never told me you could plAy the piAnO!”
i’m legit wheezing, this idea was so cute and fluffy. bless your soul @miraculously-trashy-carmine. send in some more requests and asks everyone!
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