Zemblanity

Prologue: First Love

From the distance he heard the faint sound of their piano keys being pressed. One by one, playfully at first, but gradually flowing into a melodious tune. He opened his eyes slowly enchanted by the notes dancing and twirling through the air and through his ears. As he dragged his feet on the floor, he opened his door and walked towards the music.

"Umma!" He trotted up to the small piano chair and pouted out his lips while outstretching his arms. Halting her fingers, she smiled as she looked down, kissing his tiny forehead. She picked him up and sat him on top of her legs, struggling to adjust his weight on her. 

"Oh my, has our little Yoongi grown up a little since yesterday?" She flashed a bright smile snuggling her nose into his ticklish neck.

"Ah! Stop it Umma!" He giggled and cackled, "Of course I have! I'm going to grow big and strong like daddy!" He exclaimed kicking his feet with excitement. She gave a sullen smile and buried her face into his hair while stroking his head. 

"Yes you will! You're such a strong boy!" She cheered which made his gummy smile even wider, cheekbones pushing his eyes closed. He turned around and started clanking the piano keys randomly, putting all his energy into his tune. She smiled upon his eagerness and let his masterpiece flow. "Please don't grow up too soon." She whispered to herself.

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He sat against his bedroom wall and stared at the clock. The needle striking each second, and his mind drifted. 

'I have to tell them today.' His heart was pounding out of his chest, but he chose to ignore it. This angst was good. It showed proof that he was alive, and that he had passion. His passion that had just grown bigger since the day he sat in his moms lap as a four year old, mercilessly striking at the piano keys. Closing his eyes, he smirked at his fondest memory and calmed his heart. As he slowly opened them, he stood up and gripped his doorknob.  With a big puff, he barged out of his darkened room, startling his parents.

"Yoongi, what's wrong?" His mom whirled around in concern. In her hands were the rice scooper and the bowl which she was about to serve to the table. From across the room, his dad folded his newspaper with furrowed brows, clearing his throat. He also looked up, more displeased than concerned. 

"U-umma, Appa, I have something I want to tell you." He stammered as he approached the dinner table. Pulling a seat backwards, he plopped down trying to hold his shaking hands steady. "I want to seriously pursue music. I've already been working seriously with music, and you know I work for-" He started to explain, and glanced up. Big mistake.

His heart dropped seeing his mom's horrified expression, he didn't dare turn to see his fuming fathers'. 

"Musician... MUSICIAN?" His father's striking voice made him wince. "I work my ass off everyday to provide for this family, and it's not even enough. You want to make a LIVING off of music?" He retorted, his tone stabbing at Yoongi's chest, but he continued. "Don't you dare waste the years of work I have PUT IN for this family. You only think about yourself! Fucking music? BULLSHIT! WHO DO YOU THINK ARE ? YOU THINK YOU CAN BECOME A HUGE STAR? SUCCESS AND FAME IN AN INSTANT?" He shot up, knocking his chair back. His mom rushed over to calm him down. 

"Honey, please stop. I'll talk to him. Just please..." She pleaded, but he threw her aside, as she fell with a yelp onto the floor. Yoongi's eyes shot up at the sound of her hitting the floor, and he jumped over to his mother. 

"STOP THIS!" He shouted. Both his mother and father stood in utter shock. "YOU'RE RIGHT! I AM ONLY THINKING OF MYSELF, AND YES I AM GOING TO BECOME FAMOUS. BULLSHIT? WHAT'S BULLSHIT IS HOW YOU ACT WITH ME WITH MY DREAMS AND NOT ONCE TRYING TO CONSIDER IT." He sprang up, his fist moving before he could even think. "I'll make you regret those words old man. You say all you want to me, but do NOT lay a finger on her." His face was close enough to hear his dad's slight gasp. All the malicious energy leaving his body, he let go of his dad's collar. Yoongi turned his head, eyes burning, ready to run, but not before getting a glimpse of his dad's horror stricken face. He bolted up the stairs, colliding with his older brother. 

"Yah! What the fuck is all the noise?!" His brother grabbed his arm firmly, but Yoongi yanked him off. He glared up maliciously, continuing up the stairs. 

Finally opening his door, he made his way right to his closet. Chucking out a duffel bag, he unzipped it forcefully. His vision became clouded, but he kept working at stuffing his bag with all that he could fit. His brother slammed into the room, grabbing Yoongi's wrist. 

"Yah, are you fucking crazy?! A musician? What the fuck are you thinking?" He glanced over at the half full duffel bag, and the mess on his floor. "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING RIGHT NOW?" He screamed spitting into Yoongi's face. Keeping his face low, he swung his free arm, fist smacking into his brother's jaw. As he fell onto the floor, his eye widened in disbelief. Frozen on the floor, his hand shakily touched his aching cheek.

"I'm sorry, Hyung." Yoongi whispered, backed turned to him. He grabbed his bag off his bed and scurried out of the room, tears trailing behind. 

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A/N: Y'all this is my first fanfic ever soo please enjoy! This story's gonna be real hard hitting and gruesome with detail (lol sorry that's just how I write). I've put a trigger warning on the description but I'll say it again. This WILL have a lot of sensitive topics such as self-harm, violence, etc. Please read at your own discretion. Other than that, please enjoy! (I swear it will get better!)