Key To The Strings | Min Yoongi

Chapter Five

Jessica's POV

I was seated by the piano again, my fingers playing a tragedy that I couldn't hear. I smiled when another pair of hands appeared in my view, dancing across the keys with such adroit that I could never master. Oh, how I wished I could listen to this beautiful pair of hands play the piano. I could feel myself in this dream stop to stare at his fingers hit the keys perpetually in awe, and I withdrew my hands from the piano. I turned to look at the person beside me - it was a boy. His facial expressions seemed to match with his playing; I could tell he was pouring his emotions into the piece, and somehow I could tell from his expression exactly what piece he was playing.

As the piece ended, the boy lifted his hands gracefully from the keys of the piano. My mouth was hanging wide open by now so I shut it when the boy turned to look at me - in the dream, of course. He grinned and brought his hand up to ruffle my hair.

My palms found each other and I clapped enthusiastically.

"Waa, you're the best!! You're so good, Yoongi oppa!" I could feel the mouthing of these words.

Then the scene was fading again.

"Jessica!"

I jolted awake, only to realise that-

I was in class. Fortunately, Jimin who was my table partner had woken me up seconds before our teacher shifted his sight to me, peering through his glasses with his sharp eyes.

"...Yoongi oppa..." I muttered under my breath.

What is my relationship with that-

"Ahh-" I grabbed my head tightly to try to mitigate the pain. Jimin held my shoulder and I could hear him ask if I was okay.

My eyes shut tightly and tears squeezed out of my eyelids.

I wish this didn't happen to me

Even though my eyes were closed, I could still feel the world around me spinning and as I tried to stand up to rush to the toilet, my legs buckled beneath me and I fell.

But a pair of arms seemed to support me.

I felt myself in that pair of arms, and the person was moving, quick.

My fists were tightening as the pain got worse and I wished and wished so hard that the pain would go away.

"Y-Jimin, put me down." I called out weakly. My eyes strained to open and I saw Jimin looking down at me worriedly. I forced a smile at him and he sighed, continuing to walk.

The pain had not subsided, but I found myself rapidly getting used to it. In a while, I was placed onto a soft platform - probably a bed - gently.

"I... "

When I turned my head to Jimin, he was already staring fixedly at me.

"Kim... " He then sighed deeply, blinked and averted his gaze.

"Park... " He then turned his attention back to me and gave me a small smile. He raised his hand to my head and stroked it gently.

"Jessica ah... You... "

I looked at him expectantly.

"You should stay here to rest. I'll call your parents to fetch you home."

Somehow his eyes looked sad.

I turned away from him. "No.. I don't want to go home. " I pouted.

Jimin turned my head to look at him and caressed my cheek lightly.

• • • •

"Hyung...?"

Yoongi had burst into the infirmary panting. He scanned the place and his eyes landed on me. I immediately shot up.

"Yoongi...oppa? "

Yoongi who was originally gasping for his breath, but upon hearing my statement, his breath hitched and he stared at me. His facial expression morphed into an unreadable one.

Then he turned and left the place.

"Jae?"

I smiled at Jimin and fell back into the bed and gazed up at the ceiling. I was so confused with myself...

I didn't know why, but Jimin never stood to leave. His eyes never left me but mine never left the ceiling, even when after a few hours, the school bell rang to signal the end of school.

One of us broke the ice eventually.

"Jimin, let's go. " I said.

Jimin nodded and stood. He held my hand lightly as if to guide me to stand up, as if I would fall. Even when we were walking on the way home, his hand still held mine. Even when we entered his house - I didn't wish to step into my house because of painful piano memories - his small hand still held on to my hand firmly.

I was sleeping over for the night, after texting my mum to request for her permission. I guess she's lenient because Jimin and I had been friends since our childhood.

• • • •

"Uhm... I don't think you'll want me to sleep on the couch so... I'll sleep on this side and you can sleep on that side...? "

I didn't answer to Jimin and just laid myself comfortably on his bed. "Jalja, Jimin."

"It's been a hard day for you Jessica...rest well... "

And the two of us fell into silence.

Somehow I always found myself back in Jimin's arms.

Thank you, Jimin...