!Triggering topics ahead!

The bright yellow color of the sun settling for the day peered strongly through the curtains of room which was filled only with the voice of a teller while he laid with who he was telling it to. Not even the occasional birds chirped for they too listened intently to what was being told, to the past of this odd man who found pleasure in the oddest things.

"I'd start from the beginning but there's no fun there. It's simply, I was an accident as was my sibling to follow. I'll tell you more about that one boy. He was in my math class along with my only two friends you know about. He use to sit next to Su while Hope and I sat across from them. He also lived next to my house, his room across my sister's and diagonal to mine. Along with him lived his parents with their other four children and the sister of the mother. It was a crowded space for a small home, but that was normal in my town. One was lucky to even be living in a home, complaining was seen as greed."

It was true what Yoongi spoke of his town, Jimin knew that much. He had done intense researching of the town before deciding to visit for a better understanding from where his new patient came from. Never did Jimin reach the town for after looking into it, he didn't dare to go. It was a sad place where people lived in a loop of depression and poorness throughout generations. Some leave but few make it in other places. The suicide rate of the young was high just like that of teen pregnancies. Schools were lacking and many were employed. Really it was a town drowning in the worst possible way.

"He wasn't too smart from the rants Su use to tell me. Most of his attention went to looking at the dark sky or bouncing his skinny fingers on the cracked desk. I didn't meet him the way you'd expect me to."

Jimin wasn't sure what he was expected to think. He wiggled himself on the mattress searching for a comfortable position before asking for the meeting of the two to be told.

"I met him at the junkyard where he found the dead piano. I went there often, a lot of kids my age did. Most garbage from other places came to die there but it wasn't all trash. I was sitting on a car when he walked past me, completely unaware that he wasn't alone. His skinny knees hit the ground with a thump and he groaned at the pain it spread in his body. It was worth it though because he found himself a real prize in the pile. He found the dirty battery operated piano. He-"

"Did you just watch him then?" Jimin asked curiously, not really caring he'd interrupted the story to have his question answered. "You just sat there watching his fragile body suffer?"

Yoongi chuckled. "If you would have let me finish you'd know the answer is no. When he sat down to look at his find I said my hello. I scared him, but he said it was okay. His voice was raspy, like I was the first person he'd spoken all day despite it being late noon. He didn't want to talk no matter what I'd say. He answered me one question and that was that he was indeed my neighbor. Really I had no idea what his face looked like until then, the only reason I asked such question was because I recalled seeing his blue stripped shirt drying in the wind a few night before. It was the first thing he answered me yet he seemed frightened by me."

It needed not to be said why exactly the young boy was afraid of the mad man. Even during his teenager years Yoongi was identified as such. According the files, he was known about town as the one boy who one should be cower in fear from or to dare approach. Yoongi was aggressive, always fighting and finding any excuse to into one.

"I was bored and I asked him if he wanted to do something fun once the last group let the yard. It was nearly dark and everyone knows to be home by the time the sun is no longer up. The robbing and fights started then. K knew that too which was why he hesitant to say yes. He didn't want to anger me by saying no so he agreed to just about everything we did that night."

Yoongi didn't need to discuss in detail what those fun things they did in the junkyard. Jimin had read about them in the file as well. Never had it been mention with the boy he talked about, but K hadn't been the only one. Despite people's fearing for young Yoongi, they followed through with whatever he wished. It was like he was some new technique to hypnosis. He was handsome in those days too, however it wasn't the only contributing factor to people falling under his spell.

"Don't think me something terrible though doctor, he enjoyed it for he came to me to do it again for the longest time. A few nights after that I heard the first sound of my love. K had revived the piano. I was in my sister's room when he hit the first key by coincidence. I don't like to think of it that way. I feel as though I was destined to be there at the time. He played terribly at first but after some tries his fingers fully learned the sounds and they guided themselves in the most perfect way possible. K's performance only last about half an hour since his father awoke just as he was progressing his learning. What came after the lovely sounds were that of a screaming drunk, a hand beating down to a fragile body, and the weeping of an abused boy."

The first tear fell from Jimin's eye when silence overtook the room again. Yoongi was reflecting, probably even reliving in his head that night. The doctor could not bear to even imagine what he was most likely remembering. Just the simply thought of even being able to hear the horrific noise made Jimin's inside cringe and his heart pound painfully. The second tear fell when Yoongi went on.

"One would think that after the second time he'd learn to stop. K took beating after beating yet he went on every night to put on a performance for me. At first I thought it was for his own enjoyment but he told me one afternoon after sex that it wasn't. He knew I was in my sister's room despite my hiding. The beatings that left him with bruises, limps, and even open wounds were all endured so that I could listen to my love. I called him strong for doing that for me. It was my first mistake."

By now Jimin was more than two tears into his silent sob. He hated hearing what he was being told yet he could not find it in him to ask Yoongi to stop. His petite body had curled in the direction of the mad man as reflection was taken up again. Yoongi noticed this and attempted comforting the doctor before going on to finish his story. He placed his arm under Jimin's head as he picked up where he left off.

"He kept going. Everyday during math I'd see a new bruise on him. Su would tell us during recess how he could barely hold a pencil and had to barrow her notes so that he could attempt to write them later. I should have told him to stop playing the piano but I was too selfish. If he stopped then my greatest love would be lost and I couldn't deal with that. Even if I had I doubt he'd ever stop because although he was hurt on the outside, he seemed happy inside. Every time after I was done with him he would, without fail, asked me what I thought of his performance the night before. I'd tell him they were alright even if I thought he was getting better."

The doctor's crying stopped Yoongi from continuing his story. The wetness of the man's cheeks were now again the bare skin of Yoongi's chest. Jimin had forgotten what they were once again and took it in him to be comforted by his patient. The curling of his own body was not enough anymore to endure listening to the story. Yoongi, knowing he had caused such reaction, provided some comfort by digging his hand into Jimin's hair before going on.

"He died before I could ever tell him he his latest performance was amazing. I heard his final scream. I thought it to be like any other night and headed to bed. In the morning I saw his body be dragged out as his siblings watched and his mother beat his father. They never held a memorial for him but I made sure to see him one last time before they buried him away. Hope got me in the morgue before he was taken away so I could give my parting gift. In his hands I rest the piano that brought peace to my voices and death to him. I thought no one should dare play the instrument again because no one would they sacrifice like he had for it. Nobody else would be worthy to play it so I left my love in his hand. Not too long after I left town. I had nothing more to stay for."

The end of the story brought along the start to a waterfall of tears. Jimin stopped holding them. He left the liquid flow out of his eyes and hit the chest of who had brought them on. Yoongi did not complain, he took responsibility for his doing. He turned ever so slightly and with his free hand begain to push away those tears still staining his doctor's cheeks. He said nothing for the longest time since silence was the only other comfort he could provide.

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I was a little unsure about this chapter. It's not specifically detailed but I was worried it might bring something on for certain people. Hope it was okay for everyone.

Hope you enjoyed!

{Ciel1l}