first love- min yoongi of bts. piano cover by smyang piano.

~YOUR POV~

Since that night, you and Yoongi tried to fall into a new rhythm of normal. He made it clear to you that if the two of you wanted this to work, it was going to have to be an active effort. You both would have to get creative on ways to spend time with one another. Luckily, since Youth & Impulse reopened you were always guaranteed those nights with him. You couldn't even explain how badly you had missed those simple work nights with him, even though the two of you weren't physically beside each other for the entire time. Those nights would always be special to both you and him; the simplicity of that time spent together not only refreshed the two of you to be able to handle the times that you were apart, but it also reminded you of where and how it all began. It made you both appreciate how far you had come. Times at Youth & Impulse were always good times.

As far as spending time together outside of Youth & Impulse, it was anything but consistent. Some Friday nights he was free to spend with you, but others he would stay late in the gym, or in the studio working on writing with Namjoon and the others. Yoongi always had classes on Saturdays, and while those days were always severely draining for him, the two of you still spent time together during those evenings. And even though those evenings never consisted of anything more than a movie and some cuddles, it was still time with him. And that was something you were always grateful for.

He'd been spending Sundays in the studio with the boys, working on writing and producing new songs. Bang PD was keeping a watchful over them after their previous screw-ups. He'd only brought in one more person after Jin, a younger boy by the name of Park Jimin, but he was chatting about soon bringing in another, Kim Taehyung. And even though the worked through the morning on Sundays, by the afternoon, he'd usually invite you to come hang out with them in the studio. Sometimes you would review whatever new sound they were working with and offer your opinion. Others, you would just sit and admire them as they worked. And others, you would read or work on finding a job.

So even though not all your time spent with him was completely alone, the two of you were proactively working to make sure you were around each other for a healthy amount of time. Since the fight, you almost felt closer to him. Sometimes all couples need is to have a good argument; it helps both people to understand how the other thinks and feels. And that was definitely the case with you and Yoongi.

Things were changing; things were getting better.

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"Think we could stay in tonight?" Yoongi proposed while stretching his arms after a half-hour of Youth & Impulse clean-up.

"I thought you wanted to go see a movie?"

Yoongi sighed, continuing to stretch.

"Are you feeling okay?" you asked as you collected up the last of the cleaning items to stow back in the supply closet.

"Honestly, I'm just really tired today. And sore. Dance practice with Johnson today was crazy intense. I'm just feeling a little fussy," he admitted while chuckling slightly, crossing the room, and hopping up to sit on the edge of the front counter. You were glad that he openly and outright just told you how he was feeling and what he wanted to do. If he was already in a "fussy" mood, it was better for him to stay in any way to avoid potential clashing with fans on the streets or comments from random people. Communication is always the key to a successful relationship, and you could truly tell how much Yoongi was trying to communicate more effectively with you.

"I'm down for whatever. We can stay in if you want," you agreed, "Stevens, do you care if Yoongi and I hang here for a while?" you called out as he was still in the kitchen, washing dishes. He appeared from the back room just moments later, seemingly finished with his work.

"I don't care as long as you don't burn the café down," he shrugged indifferently.

"And how would we do that?" Yoongi chuckled.

"I don't know. Just don't," Stevens ordered and Yoongi flung his hands up a defense.

"Sir, yes Sir."

"Well, I'm off-" Stevens began before you cut him off.

"Wait. Wait! Stevens...are you wearing a bowtie?!" you questioned, leaning against the counter beside where Yoongi was sitting. He was dressed up in attire that was very abnormal for his typical pattern of dress, immediately causing you to be intrigued, and slightly concerned all at the same time.

"What's it to you?" Stevens frowned.

"You weren't wearing that earlier."

"So?"

"So, why did you change? It's like 9:30 at night," you pressed, a smile creeping across your face as you uncovered the real reason Stevens was dressed up. "You have a date, don't you?"

"Um." Stevens's face flushed slightly.

"You do!" Yoongi exclaimed, pointing at Stevens's blushing face.

"Okay, fine. Yes, I do. And it's Patsy again."

"Catfish Patsy?" You raised an eyebrow. You weren't sure about that girl.

"For the last time, she's not a catfish!" Stevens glared at you, looking somewhat like an angry six-year-old. "She looks exactly like she did in her pictures!"

"Whatever," you smiled, "Have fun," you ignored Stevens's obvious pouting. You weren't sure about this Patsy girl, but if she made Stevens happy, then you supported it 100 percent. He deserved to find another companion that understood him and made him happy. Even though he probably wouldn't admit the extent of it, you had always been able to tell how lonely Stevens seemed after the loss of his wife.

"I will," Stevens smirked then, sassily spinning around and walking out the door.

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"Right. Then it's the black key next, and the white one down after that," Yoongi instructed you, his voice quiet and soothing. Soft lighting lit the cafe as the two of you sat side by side on the piano bench, legs touching each other. Somehow, the two of you had gone from cracking jokes at the front counter to Yoongi teaching you how to play one of his songs on the piano. The setting and mood were strikingly intimate; the reason behind this was unidentifiable.

Perhaps it was because Yoongi was sharing something that was so close to his heart with you in such a personal a way. Or perhaps looking at him in the dim lighting as his tired eyes lit up at you with every right key that you pressed made your heart ache with simple love for him.

Maybe it was both of those reasons put together, but you'd never know for sure. All you were sure of was that this moment was incredibly special and that you were overwhelmed with love for Min Yoongi. And he was overwhelmed with love for you too.

You played the keys in the order that he told you to and then recognized that the tune you were playing was the very basic beginning of one of his songs.

"Ah, Yoon...Is this First Love?" you inquired, momentarily looking away from the keys to look at him. He nodded, soft smiles forming on his face. "You know, I think this is my favorite song of yours."

"Why is that?"

"The lyrics are just so real. I know how much this song means to you, so it means a lot to me too." You both had turned, facing each other now.

"It does mean a lot to me...Thank you for saying that," his eyes looked tired but they still glimmered at yours, leaving your heart hurting and hopelessly full of emotion. He could change your mood, your feelings in an instant. All it took was one look or one word, one movement to move you. Min Yoongi had you wrapped right around his finger. But, fortunately, you had him wrapped right around yours as well.

"You never told me much, you know...About your teen years," you inquired carefully, not wanting to push him to talk about something that he wasn't comfortable with. You still hadn't opened up about your family situation with him, leaving you with no room to drag information out of him that he wasn't ready to reveal on his own yet.

"It was a dark time for me. I was in a place in my head that I never want to be in again," he admitted, taking his hand in yours, caressing the back of it.

"And music helped you?"

"Music saved me," his words were incredibly soft, and yet they held such deeper meanings, deeper emotions. Emotions you'd barely ever even touched the brink of. "I honestly don't know where I would be without it."

His raw honestly struck a chord in you. "That's why your dream and this job have been so important to you...right?" you asked even though you already figured what his answer would be. He brought his lips to the back of your hand for a moment, pressing soft kisses to you before finally answering.

"...Yes."

"Well, Min Yoongi, I have some good news for you." He met your eyes then, those same beautifully tired eyes sending waves of affection through you. "You've made your dream come true. You have a lot to show for your hard work. And your bare talent it what got you there...Congratulations," you smiled, gently squeezing his hands that were still intertwined with yours.

"I love you," he murmured, leaning in, his forehead resting against yours. You were slightly caught off guard by the sudden act of affection, but you welcomed it nonetheless. The two of you remained that way for several moments, Yoongi's even and steady breathing calming you and filling with a rare sense of ease.

"I love you too." It amazed you how easily those words rolled off your tongue when they were directed at him. Before Yoongi, you had never openly said those words to anyone that wasn't in your family. Maybe you were a bit guarded before, or shy, or perhaps awkward about admitting your feelings. But, when you were with Yoongi...His presence was intoxicating and easily wiped away all of those prior reservations you may have had about being honest with someone.

"But I love you more," he whispered lazily, pulling back just slightly to place a kiss on the tip of your nose, looking at you after he did so.

"You're cute," you giggled softly, reaching out to fix a piece of his hair that was sticking out at a strange angle.

"But you're cuter," he argued, swatting your hands away gently so that he could pull you against him. He leaned against you, his arms snugly around you, sighing. "I've never been so comfortable in my life," he mumbled against your neck. You could tell he was getting to be overtired; the day's demanding activity finally catching up with him.

"Min Yoongi," you said, your voice turning a bit stern.

"Mm?"

"Don't you dare fall asleep on me."

"Why not? You're warm and comfortable," he complained, his words beginning to slur with exhaustion.

"Because we're sitting on a piano bench and I can't support your weight like this," you chuckled at his pleas and complaints, not bothered by them because he was so hopelessly adorable.

"But Y/N," he began, but then his words suddenly came to a stop, and his body weight suddenly felt a lot heavier against you.

You knew you would have to wake him eventually, and you couldn't just hold him while he slept on that piano bench for the entirety of the night, no matter how badly you wished you could.
You would have to end this sweet night eventually. You would have to interrupt his rest.

But, not quite yet. You were going to relish in those few moments where Yoongi was so easily vulnerable with you, drifting off to sleep in your arms. You were going to memorize how it felt to hold him that way before you let the moment disappear into thin air.

Eventually, your arms were going to get tired and the rest of your body would too. You'd have to wake him then.

Just a little longer, you thought. These precious moments are not something that should be taken for granted.