A mistake.
Then, a crash of notes.
Jimin is frustrated.
For the past hour, he's been practicing the song he made for Yoongi, wanting to have it down perfectly before he plays it for the man.
But, he can't seem to properly get this one part – and it frustrates him more than ever because he made it, and he still has trouble.
Annoyed, he continues to practice, not wanting to leave the seat until he's got the first part so well engraved in his brain, that his fingers just play it without needing to think.
He wants to have the whole song ready in his hands, to be able to play perfectly each time.
To be able to hold his feelings towards Yoongi in his hands and the piano forever.
🎼🎹
When he finally gets the whole song tattooed in the blood vessels of his hands and fingers, he plays it over and over again, just to hear the sounds, and drown in the feeling of love all over again each time.
Every time he finishes, he bursts into fits of joyous giggles, face glowing in a smile that the piano itself feels it in its soul, embracing Jimin's love for the music and how much passion he's putting into it.
It was like they were dancing together, graceful and ethereal. Not the sight, but the magical aura created by feelings and harmony.
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Symphony of Beauty | m.yg + p.jm
FanfictionThe story of our love is almost like a lovely spring melody dancing around the keys of white and black. Except more beautiful. [yoonmin] highest rank: #101 on 10 February 2018 JUNE 2017 NO TRANSLATIONS ALLOWED
