Entering the stage, people started to clap their hands as Yoongi stepped and stood in front of everyone before bowing. A music genius. The next Mozart. A piano master. He heard all kinds of compliments from all the people around him. But music wasn’t just about being perfect in front of everyone while playing it, it was about showing ones' emotions and let the people get the message from its beauty.

She once told him. “Yoongi, Your music is like a story. It’s so sad and meaningful. I wish I could live in your music.” She once was there for him.

Looking at the audience, trying hard to find her, Yoongi sighed. There was no way she was coming over. He sent her an invitation, but he never got a confirmation from her. Her who supported him and was always by his side, Her who was more than a first love.

Returning back to the piano, Yoongi stood still for a moment, before touching the white and black keys in front of him. A very nice music flew filled the hall, people closed their eyes to listen to the new masterpiece of his.

“He is really a genius.” People murmured.

“Wow.”

“I wish I could be like him.”

“It’s so sad.”

Yoongi remembered asking her once. “You said my music is so sad, why do you want to live in it then?”

She’d smiled at him, before pushing the hair strands behind her ears and tilting her head to the side that her hair fell over her shoulder. She’s a true beauty, Yoongi had always thought.

“Because even if it’s sad, there are emotions behind them, Yoongi. They aren’t hollow. I don’t want to live without meaningful feelings. Even if they are the sad one, I want it to feel the empty me.”

She was a master of making him fall in love with her more. She had a unique way of thinking and analyzing everything around her. She matched him well, she matched his music so well. He wished she could be there listening to this piece. It was about her, for her.

He made it to her before her playing it on her wedding day, but he couldn’t go. It would kill him to see her kissing someone else during the vow. It would kill him for someone else to be standing next to her while she wore the white dress he helped her to pick. It was so hard, he couldn’t go. He meant to send it to her sooner or later, but he couldn’t keep in touch with her.

He was ashamed, embarrassed and scared to meet her or hea