“Thank you…” you whisper as he finishes. He looks to you with barely open eyes, his lips curling a little. He wraps his arms around you and you nuzzle into his chest.

“Yoongi-yah…” Your voice is soft, timid, afraid that he’ll find your question silly. “Can you do something for me, please?” You wrap your arms around his shoulders from behind, bending just enough to rest your cheek against his soft hair as he sits in front of the piano, fingers dancing across the keys as if it is all they know how to do.

“Does it involve moving?” You know he’s teasing and you hit his chest, light and playful. He turns to kiss your cheek, a small smile spreading across his lips.

“Can you play something for me?” Your voice is even quieter. You’re worried that you have broken his concentration. He’s been working on new music all day and you interrupted him with a request you think is ridiculous now.

“Sure,” he responds. He turns back to the piano, stretching his fingers. He presses on each knuckle, the crackle of hard work escaping his joints. “I could use a break. I’ve been at a bit of block, so a change of sound might help me refocus.” You untangle your arms from around him so that you can take a seat next to him on the bench. You resist the urge to touch the keys—you can feel the passion radiating from the well-used black and white, every moment he’d spent in front of them, playing, creating something beautiful and powerful from nothing but soundwaves.

“If you need to keep working—”

“What song would you like me to play?” Yoongi knows what to say to ease your worry for interrupting his work. He plays a couple of cheerful scales as he waits for your answer. You bite your lip and close your eyes, thinking as the simple sounds he’s playing swirl like cherry blossoms inside your head.

“‘Friday’ by IU?” Your grin matches his as he nods in approval at your choice. He nudges you with his elbow and steals a kiss from your lips. Every kiss is like the first, making your blush and look away, shy and hiding your excitement.

He hums along as he plays, the piano notes as natural as the guitar cords in the original song. You can’t help but watch him, his body swaying, eyes closed as his fingers glide along the keys. You always ask him to play this song, the lyrics matching how it feels to see him, to have secret dates and big dates, to spend time with the man you love. He knows every note, every word, every little thing about this song because he knows it means that much to you.