Yukiko's Pov

Guess what? I'm recovering and composing again. I guess you can say life is back to normal, except the fact that my dad isn't here physically but here in our hearts. I got closer to the boys as well, but Suga and I mostly hang out together before or after school. Some of the boys including Namjoon follows us to the music room, to do their thing in there to get extra practice. Say I'm pretty impressed in what they all can do. They can sing, rap, and dance, well some of them. I know a lot about them, but they don't know anything about me besides I play the piano and guitar. My dad passing and that's it.

Namjoon knows I compose but never really looked into my composing because, I didn't let him and told him to keep it a secret. My voice is recovering, that means my surgical appointment is near, a couple more days before I go and the boys know that. They're sweet, really sweet, they're going to hang out with me until I go. I make it sound like I'm dying but I'm not. I was strumming the guitar trying to get the cords in the correct place, "Hey!" The familiar voice that always send shivers up my spine, made me look up. "Hey," I said back looking at the neck of the guitar.

He watched me strum the guitar, I didn't feel awkward or uncomfortable with him staring at me. I mean I played in front of others and they stare at me play, it's no different but just his presence feels different. Like a very comfortable presence, like my father when he watches me play. "I can't wait to sing." I kept strumming the strings as I looked at Namjoon. I smiled as he returned the same smile, showing his dimples. "Can I hear you sing?" I bit my bottom lip thinking, "If my voice recovers, sure." I went back to strumming the guitar, "D-do you want to hangout?" He whispered in a low voice, "Sure, I'd love to hang out with the boys." I kept strumming. 

Namjoon tapped the nape of his neck and let out a nervous laugh, "Th-that's not what I-I meant, heh." He stuttered, I stopped strumming giving him full attention, "what do you mean?" I emphasized you, "Well.... you me, I mean you and me hangout tomorrow..." he swallowed his saliva and continued, "Alone." He ended quickly, a smile crept up my, "Are you asking me on a date?" I squint my eyes, "N-no, it's more like a friendly hangout. But with you and me only." I chuckled, "Sure." I smiled strumming the guitar again. 

"Wonderful, um I'll pick you up tomorrow at your place." I nodded, "Do you need my address?" Namjoon quickly nod his head, "That'd be wonderful actually." We both chuckled and I gave him my address. "Thanks, see you tomorrow." Namjoon waved the slip of paper and left the room with Jin. 

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The next morning I woke up to get ready, I slipped on an over sized turtle neck sweater and a long black cardigan over it. I wore black ripped jeans at the knees and black ankle boots. I left my hair down and curled the ends of my hair, lightly applying very light makeup to make me look alive, I finished the look for today. I grabbed my purse and my phone heading downstairs. "Going somewhere?" Mom peeked through the kitchen when I walked down the steps, "Just going to hangout with a friend." I commented walking to the study room, where the piano is sitting. 

"A friend huh." Mom had suspicion in her voice, "It's just Namjoon, mom," I sat in front of the piano and played a little while waiting for Namjoon. "Uh huh," I playfully rolled my eyes shaking my head while playing. I was in my own world playing the piano, I sunk in with the music as I played putting all my emotion into the piano. A knock interrupted messing me up, I shot my head up shocked to see Namjoon standing there. "Namjoon, I didn't know you were here already." I stood up as Namjoon walked in, "Your mom told me to come in."

My face heated up, "Oh," I mumbled, "If you're ready, we can go." Namjoon smiled showing the way out as if it was his house. "I'm ready." Namjoon allowed me to go first as we walked to the door. Mom peered over from the kitchen, "Enjoy your morning you two!" Mom bid, I rolled my eyes again, "Thanks mom, we will!" I pushed Namjoon from the back and closed the door.

"Sorry about my mom," I chuckled facing Namjoon. He shook his head as we walked, I stuck my hands in my pockets of my cardigan. The walk was quiet, "So, what are we doing today?" I asked. "Maybe get a cup of coffee at the café to warm up." Namjoon said, the weather was getting cold, "That sounds wonderful." We smiled at each other. Namjoon was wearing a thick white sweater with blue jeans, black and white converse high, with a black beanie.

We walked a couple miles finding the closest café. Namjoon held the door open for me, "Thanks," Namjoon nod his head once as a reply. We ordered our drink and found a seat, "So how you've been?" Namjoon asked, filling the awkwardness, "Great, wishing to sing." I smiled looking down at the table. "How about you?" I asked looking up, "Busy, with all the idol thing." He chuckled lightly as our coffee was being served. We thanked the waitress and sat in silence, taking in small sips of our coffee.

"So why did you want to hang out? With me specifically." I rest my hands on my lap, Namjoon didn't say anything as I saw light pink forming on his cheeks. "Um..." he looked down at his coffee and tapped the nape of his neck,  "Just because... I want to... know more about you." He stuttered. "Oh, well what do you want to know?" I questioned. "Your favorite.... color?" I chuckled a little, "That's the typical question everyone ask, that's fine, I love the color pink. I used to hate it, blue was my favorite but now, I adore pink. What about you? What's your favorite color." I took a sip of my coffee, blowing it before I drink.

"Black, because black goes with anything. It also gives this soulful feeling in a good way, it also gives a classic feeling like the old black and white TV days, people think black signifies death or something bad, but I find black an appealing color and positive color." Namjoon said, as he was in his own world explaining why black is a beautiful color to adore. "I never seen black that way, I always thought it was dark and mean. I mean... I almost lived in the dark and it scares me." I mumbled the last part, soft enough for me to hear.

"Why would you say that?" Namjoon said out loud, I looked at him. I sighed, "It's... complicated," I stuttered, "Forget what I said, what else do you want to know?"

"What made you become interested in music?" I smiled looking down at my cup of coffee, "It was because of my dad, he played the piano when my mom was pregnant with me. When I was born he would play the piano and put me to sleep, at the age of four I listened to my dad play the piano. I started playing the piano just from hearing him play."

I looked up, "Wait so you were four when you played the piano? By ear?!" Namjoon exclaimed, I nodded, "Yeah, and because I was interested in playing, my dad taught me how to read cords and properly learn my fingerings," I said as if my dad taught me just yesterday. "I'm amazed, were you interested in singing too?" Namjoon asked, I nodded my head. "I was musically interested," I chuckled. "People call me music prodigy, because I can play by ear and compose my own music," I added.

"Maybe you can compose me a song," Namjoon joked, making us laugh, "Maybe, my dream is to be a music artist," Namjoon was surprised, "Really!? You can come to the company and compose your own music, and debut there." Namjoon explained.

I smiled widely, excited to hear that, "I can't wait to get my voice back, then," I happily said. After talking and finishing our cup of coffee, we headed out to do some other stuff. "I know a place we can go, follow me." I was curious to where we were going, so I followed next to Namjoon closely.

We took a bus to the destination we were heading, "Are you going to tell me where we are going?" I asked, as I sat next to Namjoon, at the back of the bus. "It's a surprise," he said, giving me his deep dimple smile. I pouted, "Alright," I looked out the window. I didn't know how long we hung out, but the sun was already setting. The bright blue sky has turned salmon pink and purple at the horizon, while the dark blue is coming on a close to the salmon pink and purple.

It hasn't been five minutes and my head was bobbing left to right, and front to back. My eyes would close on me and when my head bobs I open them like nothing happened. Yukiko was getting tired as the bus rocked, Namjoon played on his phone when Yukiko's head landed on Namjoon's shoulder. Namjoon's body tensed as he carefully peek, to look at Yukiko's face.

Her long dark eyelashes, her small button nose, her chest heaving up and down, and her long hair covering her face. Namjoon naturally moved a piece of hair strand out of her face, 'she looks peaceful,' Namjoon thought. 'Being with you, makes my world different.' Namjoon caressed Yukiko's cheek softly, as she slightly stirred in her little sleep.

Yukiko opened her eyes as Namjoon quickly pulled his hand away, "Are we there yet?" Yukiko mumbled rubbing her eyes. Namjoon shyly look down at his lap, tapping the nape of his neck nervously, "Almost, just... A couple more stops," Yukiko nodded as she covered her mouth while she yawned.

After a couple more stops, they got off the bus. "Are you going to tell me where we are going now?" I asked. Namjoon shook his head, "It's a surprise," Namjoon gave a cheeky smile when he looked down at me.

I frowned and quietly followed. We walked a couple miles more and stopped at a building. We stood in front of it, "What are we doing?" I asked. "We're going to sneak in," Namjoon whispered.

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TBC!!

Where are they, and why are they sneaking in? Namjoon what are you up to?

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