#he was quick to deescalate any worries big man seemed to have ; he even offered him an office space and ideas to turn the expansion around

[wolfylch]

Later :

Some shots of a scene from our AU that will live rent free in my brain forever ✨️

[justoneday-namjoonii]

Di piano e forte 02

pt. 1 ↠  pt. 2  ↠ pt. 3

↠Summary: Piano; A keyboard of cypress, played with soft and loud. Was it the ivory and onyx keys that let you escape from your reality…Or was it the man with sable hair and ivory skin.

↠Genre: Angst, fluff.

↠Warnings: This fic contains domestic and verbal abuse as well as mature things.

author’s note: Updates for this series on Thursday or Friday, enjoy!

The middle aged professor with fuzzy brown hair in a low bun continued to lecture the class and you were trying your best to take notes but she didn’t bother to slow down his speech. You were struggling to keep your notes organized as he went on and on for an hour or so before finally dismissing the class. You sighed in relief as he went to his desk to pack up and your fellow classmates booked it out the door. Anxious to get out of here as well you put your books in your bag and held your note book against your chest as you scurried out of the class room. 

As you walked down the university's spacious hallway you thought about the message you received a few days ago. Sometime in the night Yoongi had texted you, and at the end of the conversation he told you to take care of yourself. A single text message has brought upon thought provoking questions as to why he would send something so small yet impactful. The two lessons you've received were good and you've learned some interesting things.

“Don't forget the meeting next week Y/N!” You looked back to see Lisa heading downstairs.

“Ok, I won't.” You were half way walking backwards, not paying much attention to what you might be running into. “Ah!-” You turned around and immediately slammed into someone, making a few pens fall out of your note book and the liquid in there hand spilled on you and them, more on you though. “Are you ok? Sorry,-” Before you even saw who you bumped into you started apologizing even though a freezing cold liquid was making your shirt stick to your skin. You looked up with apologetic eyes and an uneasy smile to see Yoongi holding the cup away from him with little coffee remaining in it. “Oh, Yoongi- sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going-”

He cut you off. “Why are you apologizing? I'm the one who spilled coffee on you.”

“Oh, yeah...” You sort of let out a nervous giggle at the set of circumstances, you couldn’t help your instinctive response to deescalate a situation even if you were drenched in coffee. He tossed the cup in a near by trash as he watched you try to pull the shirt from your sticking to you.

“Sorry about your shirt, I have a flannel in my car if you need it.” Yoongi bent down to pick up your pens and handed them to you. 

You slipped the pens in your backpack before swinging it back over your shoulders. “Don't worry about it, I brought an extra shirt so I can just change, thank you though." You looked down at your shirt. "I didn't know you took early morning classes, do you take science with Mr. Laneige? I just started his class a few weeks ago.”

“I did last semester, he was ok, I've had better professors.” 

“Yeah, I've noticed he's pretty long winded so taking notes is literally harder than the exams themselves.” 

“Yeah? Well if you ever need any help studying I used to be pretty good in that class, I don't mind helping you out.” Your cheeks couldn't help but redden at the casual offer, you could really use a study buddy and Yoongi seemed like the perfect match.

“Aw, that's so nice of you Yoongi, thank you, I'll definitely keep that in mind.” You forgot you were still holding your slightly wet folder so you started fanning it.

“About your lesson tomorrow, I had a slight change of plans so we can have practice in room 213.” 

“Oh, ok,” You immediately took out your phone so you could put this in your reminders, “what time?” 

“Same time as last time.” By this time he had already grabbed some napkins from somewhere and handed them to you before wiping his own hands and dabbing at the wet spots on his shirt.

“Well, um, I have some studying to do, do you want to come to the library with me?- I mean only if you want to, it's hard to do it by myself sometimes and since I don't have a lesson today...” You trailed off, looking down at your shoes in hopes to distract yourself from potential rejection. His expression actually changed, he looked sort of surprised but not opposed to your offer.

 “Hm,” He brought up his wrist to check the time, “yeah, I have a few hours to spare. I'll meet you there, I have something I need to do first.” He grinned softly making your smile wider. You nodded with a quick ‘ok’ before you were running off to the bathroom, you had almost forgotten the coffees stain was there.

This was new for him, studying with his ‘student slash classmate’. It was odd too, if it were anyone else he would've politely declined but there was something about the way you asked. Or maybe it was just you, you were kind and hardworking, naturally that's pretty desirable in a friend. And it seemed that's what you two were now, friends.

He pressed the button on the wall beside the elevator and waited. The liquid that was once damp on his shirt was pretty close to dry now so it didn't bother him anymore.

“Hyung.” His roommate came running towards him just as the elevator doors opened, “Hey.” He greeted him. Both him and Yoongi stepped inside and Namjoon panted lowly out of breath.

“Where're you headed?” He asked, pressing the third floor button and Yoongi glanced at him.

“I left my computer in the studio.” 

“Ah.” He nodded. “So who was your friend?”

He furrowed a brow. “Who?” 

“The girl you spilled your Americano on, who is she?”

“Oh yeah, that's Y/N. I teach her piano.” He cleared his throat as the elevator doors opened and he tried to get out of doge of his nosy roommate.

“I thought you called off giving lessons, you said it was too much of a burden on your schedule and the only people calling were parents for little kids.” Namjoon continued to follow him despite his Hyungs obvious disdain. 

“Well I changed my mind.” He walked into the studio where his computer and equipment was, he closed the laptop and held it between his arm and side.

“Because of her? That's sweet.” They made eye contact and Namjoon erupted in a fit of laughter at how hard he was glaring at him. 

“Don't you have a class to get to?”

“Nope. I'm gonna work on some songs for a few hours then head home.” Namjoon sat in the rolly chair put on his headphones and got into his own world.

Yoongi sighed in relief, as much as he loved his best friend he could be pretty nosy about his personal life. He could clear his mind while he decided to take the stairs to the first floor. When he got to the library it didn't take long for him to find you, you were near the window with books sprawled in front of you and the eraser of your pencil between your teeth. He walked over, silently setting his computer a few inches away from your books.

He inhaled and exhaled, taking a seat while you moved your papers closer to you so he'd have more space. And it was silent after that. You did your work and he did his, the only time you'd speak is when you ask him what time it was or something along the lines of that. It's been a few hours and you were gradually losing interest the subject. Yoongi seemed pretty focused on his work and you didn't want to disturb him, so you looked out the window with a low sigh. You rested your chin in your palm, tapped your cheek with your index finger and moved the pencil between your fingers.

Yoongi noticed your lack of focus when he saw you just stared out of the window in boredom. “So,” You looked at Yoongi who had spoke up, “do you live on campus?” 

“No, I live a little closer to the city - about twenty five minutes from here.” You noticed him close his computer, so he was planning on leaving soon.

“Do you have any roommates?” 

You shook your head briefly. “No, just my older brother. I used to room with Lisa but living off campus is cheaper and I'm not a big fan of the dorm lifestyle.” He nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, I don't live on campus either, I used to in my softmore year. I don't know if you know him but I have a studio apartment with Kim Namjoon, we've been best friends since middle school so when we got to college we figured why not get place and split the rent, right?” 

“That must be fun, living with your best friend...” There was a tug at the corner of your lips at the thought of a domestic Min Yoongi.

“Yeah, it’s something.” He chuckled before clearing his throat. “So, I take it you and your brother aren't that close?” He read it right.

You let out a heavy sigh before explaining. “He's actually not my real brother. His dad-my step dad, basically told him to let me stay with him until I can go live with my grandmother or until I can stand on my own two feet. We really don't talk much and if we do talk we're normally arguing, I really can’t stand him sometimes.” Your mood soured at the mere remembrance of what you had to go him to.

“If you don't mind me asking, what happened to your biological father? Did your parents divorce or-?” He was hesitant to ask, knowing it was most likely a sensitive subject but he was just curious. You twiddled with your fingers and press your lips in a straight line. Maybe that wasn't the best question to ask, he felt bad for bringing it up now. “Hey, I'm sorry, I know that's personal-”

“No, no it's ok.” You reassured him with a less than convincing grin. “He um- He died in a car accident, I was eight at the time and in the back seat when it happened...” You licked your dry lips and continued. “It was raining and the other car didn't see us...My mother and I got out with little injuries but the car t-boned his side of the car.” Yoongi was listening to your every word and his heart strings tugged at what you've been through. “He was a great musician, that's where my love of music came from; but ever since that day I lost the passion.” You felt your nose start to burn and your eyes wanted to water but you wiped any trace of tears away, weren't gonna cry. You're a grown woman now and you know that life happens, even if you hated that time in your life you had to embrace the fact that it happened.

“So you gave up music?” He asked softly.

“For a while, yeah...” You paused. “I kind of went through a phase, I was cold to people and I didn’t talk much, to be honest I didn’t to be around anyone.” You’d be lying if you said you clearly remembered that part of your life, when you quit music it was sort of like living without a soul, there was nothing left to love.

A slight tilt of his head was what caught your attention.“You would’ve fooled me, you seem so inviting...”

Your cheeks tinted pink and you looked down bashfully. “Thanks...Um, in high school when I went to live with my grandma she convinced me to pick the guitar back up. I did and I met some of my closes friends through music, it was good and I still play guitar. But piano was my first love...” You giggled nervously, you hadn't told that to anyone in a long time, not even your step brother knew that much. It was weird, you didn’t even know Yoongi that well and being open and honest in front of him didn’t scare you like it would with anyone else, you talked and he just listened diligently.

“That must've been hard, traumatic even. You’ve been through a lot...” He commented while taking his elbows off the table and pushing his seat away from the table. You nodded, picking up your bag and doing the same. “Do you want a ride back home?”

“Um, I took the subway here and I don't want to take anymore of your time than I already have. I'll take the subway back.” You smiled, swung the backpack over your shoulder and he shook his head.

“I don't mind Y/N, it’s getting late, come on.” He gestured for you to follow him as he started walking away, you gave up insisting that you were ok and just went with it. The sun was setting and that’s when you realized how long you and Yoongi had been in the library that was now close to empty. You walked closely behind him as he walked through the parking lot, pressing the unlock button until he saw a car lights flash red. He got in the front seat and you in the passengers seat, your bag sat at your feet where he would normally sit his. Instead of trying to fit it down there with yours he tossed to on the back seat. As he drove the radio played softly in the background and you hummed softly to the lyrics of the song like you were in a whole different world.

“You like this song?” Yoongi looked to you. You realized you weren’t riding in the car by yourself like you normally would be, humming and singing along to the music in the car was always calming to you. 

“Yeah, it’s one of my favorites...” You responded with a suddenly shy voice.

He glanced at you, admiring the way you still continued to hum.“Mine too...”

A sharp pain shot through your shoulder and you winced with a pained expression. He looked to you with a concerned gleam in his eyes. “What’s wrong?” He asked calmly, looking you over for any signs of injury.

“Nothing, it’s just my shoulder...” You calmed any worry he might’ve had with a relaxed answer, like this occurred normally. You were plundering through your backpack hoping your medicine would be there and when your fingers tapped against a small bottle you knew you had found it. With the bottle in your right hand you poured two into your palm and took them dry all while Yoongi watch in curiosity. “What’re those for?” He glanced at the small bottle still in your grasp.

“I get really bad body pain and this is what my doctor prescribed.” Your eyes fell to the bottle. “She says it’s from being overly stressed and overworking...” You explained before putting up the bottle.

There were no more conversations after that, the car was once again silent aside from the music coming from his phone through the cars blue tooth. You told him where to turn the the light and he drove into the parking lot. When he pulled into a parking space you were already unhooking your seat belt, anxious to get home.

“Thank you for the ride,” He eyed you as you had gotten out of the car, “I’ll see you tomorrow-” 

He cut you off. “I’ll walk you to the door.” Before you could protest he was out of the car and standing beside you. You walked to the elevator and it took you two up to the third floor, after walking down the long outdoor hall you made it to your door. You didn’t know why you were fumbling to unlock the door but when you finally did you stood half way inside and half way out. Yoongi could see somewhat inside and he could tell your step brother was pretty well off judging by the area you lived in. 

“Thank you again for the ride, and for earlier...” You smiled tiredly, making him grin. “Goodnight.” You closed the door slowly after he spoke a low “goodnight” and that was it.

He had never sat with a girl like you and just talked the way you two did today, he knew there was something different about you that he just couldn’t stay away from. As he walked back to his car he came to a realization, he’s never felt the need to walk a girl to her door before. Not once, until tonight.

What is she doing to me?