Spider Min (Yoonmin) {SLOW UPDATES}

💥6~Annoying exes💥

The younger sighs heavily, grabbing his backpack as he ubruptly stands up to leave, but Neil stops him.

"Look, can you stop already?" Taehyung frowns even more, gripping his bag strap. "No matter how many times you apologise I won't care. I've thrown you out of my life already, do your part and stay out of it."

"Tae, w--"

"Don't call me that." He spits bitterly, letting go of his camera so it can dangle from his neck.

"Would you just fucking listen to me for once?" Neil exhales. "I didn't cheat on you that day--"

"And I am supposed to believe that?" The silver haired man rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. "I don't want to hear your lame excuses anymore. It's been almost a year now, just drop the idea of us ever getting back together already. It's annoying and pathetic to see you coming back even after I've denied you so many times."

"Tae, I can't do that. I've really grown alot of feelings for you over the time period we were dating, it's not easy to let go of them like that." The older mutters, sighing lightly. "Unlike you I don't have the support of a best friend telling me 'I'll move on' or 'that everything will get better' or 'that I'll find someone new'. You're in my brain, TaeTae, and it's hard to get you out. You're my everything..."

Taehyung felt himself soften up a bit as he stares into the other's pleading eyes, it was always them damn captivating eyes that got to him.

But he couldn't let it happen again- no, he wouldn't.

He turns his head away from him, mumbling an "If you really thought of me that way you wouldn't have cheated the first two times." Before he turns around quick walks away.

Neil just letting him go with a bumbed out look on his face.

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11:05am/Music room

Yoongi sits in one of the music rooms, for the music building, alone.

He didn't have class so he decided to just wander around until he found an empty classroom with a bunch of instruments, a black grand piano being one of them, sitting against a wall by an opened window on the second floor.

His fingers dances along the white and black keys, the piano playing a beautiful melody as Yoongi shuts his eyes, playing anything that came to mind at that moment.

He always love the piano, ever since he was a kid. It was something his father, who was a pianist, thought him to do.

While learning he would play the little songs he knew to his mother, both of them sitting on the piano stool together, his mom humming to the melody of the tunes he played.

There wasn't much he kept of them, when a house burns down there's never much you can ever find.

All he was able to keep was a picture he found in the rumble, and the ability to play the piano.

It hurts him to still think about it to this day.

Yoongi let's out a timid sigh, his hands slowing down on the notes before it comes to a complete stop.