Yoongi POV~

I stare at the large brown piano in front of me. The sleek wood, reflecting the sunlight from the window behind me. I raised my hand and pressed it to the wood gently, it felt cool under my touch. I ran my fingers over its sleek feeling, taking in it's beauty. 

I looked over the keys, tracing my index finger over all the keys; before pressing down on a single key. The deep bellow of the ivory key echoed through out the room, creating a very ominous atmosphere; but I liked it. I wanted to press more keys, my body wanted to. I wanted to keep playing, and making beautiful sounds out of this instrument. 

I cocked my head a little bit, and pressed down on another key. Another deep sound bellowed out of the large instrument, creating a smile on my face. I lifted my other hand and gently set them down on the keys, before pressing down on random keys. The sounds that came out, didn't sound beautiful together; but it was beautiful to me. 

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I closed my eyes as I played. Letting my fingers guide themselves, not thinking about the song I was playing. I just let my hands free, letting them create whatever they wanted. 

My eyes opened when my pinky hit the wrong key, and completely blew the song. I looked down at my hands, sighing heavily. Before slamming the piano key cover on the piano down, to block off the keys on the piano. 

I leaned against the large instrument and put my head in my hands, closing my eyes in defeat. Tears brimmed up in my eyes as I sat there, disappointed in myself. I didn't move my hand right, you need to move your hand right! I yelled at myself in my head. I opened my eyes and ran my fingers through my already disheveled hair. I looked down at the covered piano, I lifted my hands; wanting to remove the cover once more. 

I closed my eyes and put my hands down before standing and walking away from the piano. I clenched my fists tightly, before turning, and grabbing the stool to the piano. I lifted it up and threw it across the room with a cry of anger. It fell to the ground with a loud crash, but not breaking. Tears ran down my cheeks as I leaned against the wall with a sigh of frustration.

I didn't move my hand the right way.. 

I stopped leaning against the wall and looked back at the piano. All the memories of spending hours, days, weeks, trying to perfect my playing came into my head. 

I stared at the soft sleekness of the piano, it was like it was calling out to me to come back. I stopped leaning against the wall and picked the piano stool back up, placing it back in front of the piano quietly. I sat back down, once again opening the piano cover. I placed my fingers on the keys and closed my eyes, and started to play. 

It's a beautiful dream.. 

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