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piano ; youngjae

A/N: This is one of the older pieces of writing I have from the GOT7 Imagines Word File 1 I have on my laptop! For those who are still looking for their requests, I am still working on them as hard as I can and do not worry I will tag you when I'm done with them and when I post them! 

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Careful to make as little noise as possible, you inserted your keys into the lock, wincing at the clanging metallic sound it made, breaking the silence despite your efforts to be quiet.

Locking the door behind you, you kicked off your uncomfortable boots and unwrapped the scarf which covered half of your face which was red with cold and you cranked up the heater as soon as you came in. Taking note of Coco's impassiveness on the couch, meant that your boyfriend, Youngjae was probably already home, having already fed and played with her.

Tiptoeing to the room you shared with Youngjae, you creaked open the door, and sighed in relief when you saw that he was on his side, curled in upon himself on the bed, his breathing even and steady.

Locking yourself in the bathroom, you took your time getting ready for bed, and exited a towel-drying strands of your wet hair, which stuck to your forehead and cheek as you brushed them aside.

Too occupied with combing out the tangles in your hair which was nearly impossible, you wincing every few seconds as your comb caught on a snarl of hair, you didn't notice when a pair of sleepy warm arms encircled your waist until you felt a brief brush of lips against your temple.

'Welcome home,' Youngjae muttered sleepily still holding on to you.

'Did I wake you? I'm sorry,' you immediately apologized. It was hard for your boyfriend to get more than a few hours of sleep and you always felt guilty if you woke him up in the middle of the night, since he had to be up so early the next day.

He yawned softly whilst shaking his head and burying his head into the crook of your neck. 'I was actually waiting up for you,' he said sheepishly. 'But I guess I fell asleep,' he chuckled.

'Well, you should go to sleep then,' you scolded him softly, playfully hitting his dark messy bed hair with your comb. Again the sense of guilt creeped upon you when you heard that your boyfriend had been so tired but still made an effort to stay up for you.

'No,' he said his dark brown eyes slightly more alert now. 'I have something to show you,' he announced tugging on your hand persistently.

'You have work tomorrow Youngjae, I don't think Jaebum's going to be very happy if you fall asleep during practise,' you warned.

He waved a hand, carelessly dismissing your warning as if they were nothing more than minor inconveniences.

'I worked really hard on it please please please (Y/N)?' he pleaded, giving you his hungry lost puppy look.

You laughed at how adorable he was before finally giving in. Honestly, you could never say no to him when he gave you that face. It was like saying no to a child. 'Fine, but we're going straight to sleep after this,' you relented, allowing him to pull you to the living room where his piano stood in all its shiny black polished glory.

Inviting you to sit down next to him, he lifted the heavy cover and cracked his knuckles, sounding like gunshots in the silence before delicately, almost as if the piano was made of glass, began playing.

You watched in awe as your boyfriend's long fingers flew on the ivory keys like butterflies, creating one of the sweetest melodies you had ever heard. You felt as if the notes were carrying you away somewhere to that infinite space you sometimes went when you became one with the music. Your body involuntarily rocked together with the notes as they reached a crescendo and exploded like starburst into soft tinkling notes that faded into the night sky.

'That was beautiful,' you whispered turning around to look at Youngjae who seemed almost smug at your approval. 'Where did you get that from?' you asked in a hushed voice, not daring to speak aloud, afraid that if you did, it would break the magic that had enveloped the room.

'I composed it,' he grinned. 'For you,' he muttered, face flushing tomato red suddenly staring very intently at his hands.

Moved by his thoughtfulness, you turned and gave him a peck on the cheek, which seemed to perk him up a bit. 'Do you have anymore?' you asked curious, stroking the keys of the beautiful instrument, that was capable of making such incredible music.

'Maybe,' Youngjae grinned his hands hovering on the keys ready to play another song. 'But I thought you said you wanted to sleep,' he said cheekily nudging you with his elbow which coaxed a laugh from you.

'Well, just this one time,' you sighed, leaning against his shoulder as he laughed along with you, before his hands played another melody and the magic continued again.