BTS HYYH Notes (Book 1, 2, BUS Game) // COMPLETE [Part 2]

2022, Jun 15 - Yoongi (It's Always My Fault)

[Places: Workroom, hospital]

(A/N: This might be a loop from June 13 Year 22.)

I woke up from a weird dream. I thought I heard someone knock on the door, but I couldn't hear anything after getting up. I must've heard it in my dream.

"What time is it?"

I picked up my phone, but the battery was dead. I connected my phone to the charger and got out of bed.

My head ached and my shoulders felt stiff. The piece I'd worked on until dawn was replaying again and again. I'd been staying up all night for several days, but I still couldn't find the key to unravel the tangled notes. Maybe it was because of that piece replaying over and over again, but in my dream, I was roaming around in the fog following a faint whistling sound. After a long time, I arrived at a garden of an apartment complex. There, I found a piano key lying among thick bushes. The half-burned piano key was covered with soil and rotten leaves. I walked into the garden and reached out for the key. Just as I'd almost grasped it, the apartment complex, the fog, and the whistling sound all disappeared at once.

The next minute, I was standing in the middle of this workroom. In the distance, I was sitting in front of the piano with Jungkook. Jungkook said something, and I laughed.

When was this? I couldn't recall the exact date, but this scene was imprinted on my memory as clear as day. There were many days I could clearly see the scene.

All of a sudden, it became dark outside, and I was wandering through the night street. I was on my way back from the beach. I put my hands into my pockets as I talked about my work to Hoseok, and I felt the piano key with my fingertips.

The dream continued on in this disjointed manner. Moments overlapped with one another and fragments of memories piled up in a mess.

I heard a banging sound at the entrance just as I turned off the music. Who could that be? I opened the door but no one was there. I drank a cup of water and lay down on the sofa.

The past few weeks had been a hectic merry-go-round. Everything just couldn't go smooth when composing music. It was hard to concentrate at first. And I was also not used to working with a partner.

That woman was straightforward and outspoken. She popped in and out of my workroom whenever she felt like it. She never hesitated or beat around the bush when she evaluated my work. She took away my lighter when I tried to smoke and threw me a lollipop instead. She nagged me to sleep and eat. I couldn't argue with her because her performance and pieces were impressive. Because her evaluation was accurate. That provoked me.

I began to spend more and more time at my workroom. I lost my sense of time and became addicted to my work. I would stay up all night once I got down to work.

I didn't answer calls or check my messages. All my nerves were on edge, and I didn't want to talk with anyone. I switched off the alerts for every chat app. Would I have aimed out as skilled and talented as that woman if I hadn't wasted my time and continued training in music? I wondered. I didn't want to fall behind her.

“This is really nice."

That was what that woman said after listening to the unfinished piece yesterday evening. It was an upgraded version of what I'd previously written.

(A/N: Throwback from yesterday)

“This is really nice."

It felt as if I'd heard the exact same words before. I was trying to call up the memory when she got her guitar out. Then, she began to harmonize and play variations of the melody. I sat in front of the piano and played along.