I woke up to the sun setting, orange hues lighting the music room.

I blinked a few times trying to focus my vision on the glass shefls in front of me.

My hands rubbed my eyes and I slowly sat up, remembering the events before my short slumber.

I noticed a sweater that wasn't mine covering my torso.

A small chuckled pulled at my lips as I assumed his owner had already left, leaving me with his sweater.

I swung my legs over the couch, before noticing a small box over my bag.

I squinted my eyes before smiling.

Band aids.

I shook my head and took the box, bringing my feet on my knee and placing a bandaid over my blister.

I stood up, packing my things and dropping the band aids in my bag, pulling the sweater over my shoulders.

It smelled good.

A perfect mix of fresh laundry and cologne.

I smiled to myself.

This is so cheesy.

Min Yoongi wasn't that taller than me, my forhead probably reaching his his eyes, yet his sweater's sleeves went passed my hands.

Then again, mind did too.

But something about the fact it was his made it different.

As I stood up, I sowly walked to the dusty shelves and reached for the violin.

After further inspection and a little tuning, it seemed pretty decent.

I placed it under my chin, the instrument bringing back old memories.

I chuckled and started playing.

I got half the song wrong.

Damn I should probably practice more.

I tried again, getting a lot more keys in tune but still missing some parts.

Of course I hadn't really started with the easiest piece but it was my favourite one.

After failing miserably for the fifth time, I decided to call it a day and walk away.

Leaving the empty music room and going back to my emty house.

***

You're cute when you sleep.