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It was a few days later that Jimin woke up to the sun shining in his window. It was Saturday, so he didn't have to open shop until 12. Smiling to himself, he sat up in bed, yawning and stretching his arms above his head. The boy shook his brown hair out of his eyes, feeling awfully refreshed at the amazing sleep he had gotten the night before. Somewhat lazily, the brunette got ready for the day and went downstairs. He pushed his round glasses up his nose as he walked cheerily to the outlet that he plugged his lights into, plugging in his fairy lights and bringing warmth and comfort to his shop. The boy smiled to himself, satisfied with what he had built for himself, his nice simple life. Although, The boy had always thought it would be nice to have something more complicated. Brushing off the thought, he went and situated himself behind the counter with a book.

It was a few customers later when Jimin finally decided to do something about the worn-down piano in the corner of his shop. It had been there since the day he had rented out the storefront, and not once had he played it. He hadn't ever learned how, so why would he? Jimin chuckled to himself, glad he was in such a good mood for once. He ran his fingers once through his soft brown hair and walked over to the piano, inspecting it. There were fairy lights draped over it's wooden figure, and there was absolutely no way Jimin was going to be able to move that thing by himself.

"Why not ask Yoongi?" The boy thought aloud, smiling at the chance to see his new friend again. He was so odd, that Min Yoongi. Jimin wanted to know more about him, his stony exterior and his half-lidded fox eyes simply never stopped drawing the poor boy in. The brunette the sighed, realizing he had never gotten the raven-haired boy's number. Speak of the devil, however, because Jimin then heard a knock on his still-locked shop door. He looked over to see Yoongi's face, cheeks and nose red with cold, smiling slightly outside his door. Laughing, Jimin ran over to the door, unlocking and opening it for the black-haired boy.

"Yoongi, I was just thinking about you," Jimin teased, a giggle laced between his words.

"Oh were you?"

"Yes, actually- I wanted help moving this piano outside," Jimin spoke with a bright smile, motioning to the old piano in the corner of his shop, "I'm thinking of selling it, mainly because I never use it."

Yoongi slightly gasped, seemingly offended that Jimin wanted to sell the piano. "Wait, don't sell it, Jimin. I'll fix it up for you. I love the piano..." Yoongi's sentance trailed off as he seemed to get lost in his own thoughts for a moment. He was quickly brought back to reality, however, when Jimin started speaking again. His voice was so nice, like it's own kind of music. Yoongi could tell he was becoming more and more a attached to the brunette.

"Well, with that in mind, I won't sell it~ Do you want to play something now Yoongi?"

Yoongi simply nodded, his continuously half-lidded eyes glancing over at the piano as he walked over to the wooden instrument. He gently lifted up the keyboard cover, brushing the dust off with his pale hand. Jimin had never seen the boy act this gently with any object before. He hadn't known him for long, but Jimin could tell Yoongi was harsh and cold, not treating a great number of things with respect or care. The brunette watched intensely as Yoongi carefully sat down on the decrepit wooden bench, it creaking softly as it hadn't held a person's body weight in so long. The other boy pushed his glasses up his nose as he quietly crept over to where Yoongi was sitting in front of the piano. He stood behind the raven-haired boy, who appeared as if he was preparing to play.

Jimin was suddenly taken aback as the music began to resonate throughout his small shop. He watched as Yoongi's hands seemed to glide themselves gently yet strongly over the keys of the old piano. The piece resembled something of great pain, with a small, sad, major melody shadowed by the greatness of the minor chords Yoongi played fiercely with his left hand. The two boys stayed like that for a moment, Yoongi filling the emptiness of the store with awe-inducing music as he sat simply on the wooden bench, and Jimin standing behind him, closing his eyes and swaying slightly in rhythm with the sad melody. The music was so powerful that brown-haired boy felt as if he could feel each and every bad thing that had ever happened in the world through the vibrations and sounds that came from the old piano.

As the piece came to an end, the last chord resonating for at least another measure before it was silenced, Jimin slowly opened his eyes and let out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding. Yoongi looked up at the boy standing behind him, a small smile on his face. Jimin spoke as he sat down next to the black-haired boy, still caught up in wonder at the beautiful song the other had produced.

"Yoongi.. That was beautiful." Jimin's voice was light, with a breathy and awe-struck undertone caused by the music.

Yoongi chuckled a small bit, happy that he had made Jimin so affected just by his music. "Thank you, Jimin. I.. I composed it a bit ago, but I hadn't ever had someone to perform it for..." Yoongi let a small laugh trickle in through his words before continuing, "That is, before now." He smiled gently at Jimin, his eyes losing their usual coldness as he let a small bit of emotion show through.

At this, Jimin turned to face the other boy. It was then that he realized just how captivating the other's eyes were. When he wasn't trying to look bored all the time, Yoongi's eyes sparked in a way Jimin had never noticed before. Yoongi appeared truly happy for the first time since Jimin had met him, and that fact is what made Jimin feel a calm sense of peacefulness. Jimin was soon brought out of his trance as the other boy spoke, his voice sending yet another wave of the strange peaceful feeling.

"Jimin? You alright?" The other questioned, slightly tilting his head to the side in a curious manner.

"Ah- Sorry Yoongi! I was just... thinking about some things." The brunette's face flushed red, embarrassed that he had been silently thinking affectionately of the boy right in front of him. "It's just that, your eyes are really really pretty." With each word, it seemed, Jimin's face grew redder.

Yoongi as well blushed, but only slightly, to the point that it looked like his cheeks were just dusted with a pastel pink. Jimin found this cute, before mentally slapping himself.
'What is up with me? I've never felt like this before... he's so cute.'
Thoughts much similar to this one ran through Jimin's head, the brunette smiling again at the black-haired boy.

"I don't exactly agree, but thank you Jimin," Yoongi half-whispered, a small smile on his face. The "moment" of sorts was interrupted by Jimin suddenly grinning widely as he thought of the perfect question to ask the other.

"Yoongi! How old are you?" Jimin asked enthusiastically, his eyes twinkling with the reflection of the yellow fairy lights within them.

Yoongi chuckled at the brunette, the boy's smile bringing him happiness. "24," He answered simply, looking at Jimin's bright smile.

"Oh! That means you're my hyung.. I'm only 22," The boy nearly chirped as he spoke, his happiness seeping through his words. If it had been anyone else instead of Jimin, the sweetness of the boy would've made Yoongi sick, but apparently this wasn't ordinary. Yoongi smiled, genuinely enjoying the younger boy's smiles. The boys continued to talk, Jimin replacing Yoongi's name with "hyung" every so often. Every time the brunette did this, Yoongi smiled slightly, enjoying the nickname.

Their conversations were cut off, however, when the bells on the door rang, signaling someone had entered the shop. Jimin stood up, bowing slightly to Yoongi as he whispered, "Excuse me, just one moment hyung." Walking around the corner of the aisle to a place that the front door was in clear view, Jimin smiled. His best friend, Jungkook, had walked through the door and was smiling, holding a cup of coffee in one hand and his phone in the other.

"Jungkook-ah! How have you been? It's been a few days~" Jimin greeted, nearly shouting as he ran up to the boy.

"Hyung-! Watch out, you're gonna make me spill my coffee, geez," The younger boy responded with false anger, despite the smile amidst his features.

Jimin laughed at his friend, pushing his glasses up his nose as he gestured for Jungkook to follow him. "C'mere, Jungkook, I've got someone for you to meet." Jimin lead the boy to the piano in the back, where Yoongi sat silently, playing on his phone.

"Yoongi hyung!" Jimin smiled excitedly, making the black-haired boy look up.

Jungkook pointed towards the black-haired boy sitting on the piano bench, innocently asking, "Jimin, who's this?"

Jimin smiled, grabbing Yoongi's hand, which caused the ravenette to stand up. "Hyung, introduce yourself~"

A sigh came out of the older's mouth, as if it was too hard to use the energy to speak. "I'm Yoongi, and I'm assuming I'm your hyung, since I heard you call Jimin hyung and I'm his... if that makes sense." Yoongi let out a small laugh towards the new boy, though it didn't compare to the smiles he had directed towards Jimin just a few moments earlier.

"Well, hello Yoongi! I'm Jungkook and I'm also Jimin's best friend," He said, smiling.

Jimin sighed, smiling at the childlike attitude of the boy. "God, Jungkook, you're such a kid-" The brunette pushed his glasses up his nose, then turned towards Yoongi, giving a small and somewhat sad smile to the older.

Eventually, the youngest boy, Jungkook, had to go home, and Yoongi decided to leave shortly after. He had things to do as well. Jimin smiled to himself as he saw Yoongi's figure walk towards the door. "Yoongi!" He half-shouted, causing the ravenette to turn around out of surprise.

"Hm?" Yoongi hummed in response, facing Jimin and walking back to the angelic brown-haired boy.

"I just wanted to say that I'm glad you came by today. It was really fun, and... I'm glad we're friends." Jimin smiled at Yoongi, the sincerity of his expression touching the older boy, causing him to smile slightly as well.

"Me too, Jimin." The older stated before smiling again and turning to leave the dimly lit shop.

Later that night, as Jimin was laying in bed, he couldn't stop thinking about Yoongi's behavior that day. The black-haired boy had seemed so much more warm and comfortable around him, and he laughed. God, his laugh. Jimin loved the boy's laugh, it seemed so pure, so undeserving of pain. Jimin smiled to himself as one final thought ran through his mind before he drifted off to sleep.

'What if I'm falling for him?'

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