Broken Keys | MYG ✔

4• Indeciso

A/N: Hope you like that pic of Yoongi up there. Took me a while to edit.

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I sucked in a sharp breath as I opened my teary eyes. Wait, where was I? I looked around slowly, recognizing my own light colored room.

But why was my body feeling crushed? I wondered as I got up slowly, only to feel dizzy and lay back in my bed. Well, I guess I was sick.

But being sick was so not fun.
Well, when did I ever get to have some fun?

A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. I heard my raspy voice as I said, "come in." And a maid appeared at the door once she opened it.

"Good morning, miss, would you like to have your breakfast now?"

"Actually, I think I'm gonna skip breakfast. I'm not feeling so well."

"Oh, miss. What is wrong with you?"

I was a kind person who hated to treat others badly, but I couldn't help but notice how fake everyone around me was, which made me feel lonlier even if there's a crowd of those people around me.

"Nothing," I mumbled. "I guess I'm just tired." I got up slowly to get ready for school but fell back as I felt really dizzy. The maid rushed over towards me and said while helping me,"no, miss. I believe you are sick. You should stay in bed for today."

"But, what if my parents didn't accept?"

"They would, miss. But they already left for work. But don't worry,I will call the doctor and go get you some breakfast over here." She stood but I tugged at her sleeve,"no need for a doctor. I'm fine."

She looked down at me then sighed, "alright, but you will have to take your breakfast, miss."

I nodded before she got out, letting me alone with my thoughts and my silent piano.

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"Aish!" I exclaimed, still in my bed as the clock hit three in the afternoon. I was alone in my room, feeling lonlier than usual. "I shouldn't be sitting around and be nursed. The grand event is next week. I should be training!!"

"Then, why aren't you doing so?"

I tilted my head as I heard that voice from the opened door and found Yoongi standing there casually with music sheets in his hands.

Oh, my god. How could I forget that I had a class today? I should've informed him that I couldn't take a class.

He let himself in, stepping closer towards my bed.

"If you know that you should be training on your composition right Now then why is your lazy a** warming itself in bed??" He asked with a cold tone.

"Yoongi, it's just that I can't train right now. I'm sick."

He scoffed, looking at me as if I was a tiny stone in the way. "sick you say? You don't seem sick to me. You're just spoiled."

I stared at him in shock as he said that. What did I ever do to him to say like that??

I felt anger raging inside of me, giving me the energy to get up and head to the piano.

"I. Am. Not. A spoiled girl. I can prove you wrong." I said in determination.

I sat on the seat in front of the piano and Yoongi looked amused a little while heading towards the piano as he shook his head.

I started playing the composition I had to play in the event. But it sounded more rough than it was supposed to, probably because of all the adrenalin that suddenly rushed in my veins.

But my forehead was starting to sweat too much and my vision went blurry. I couldn't even hit the last note because my body swung to the side by mistake, making me fall towards the ground.

I closed my eyes as I waited for the crash only to feel a pair of strong arms holding me right before I reached the ground.

Yoongi helped me up and I stumbled but tried to steady myself, holding the edge of the back of the piano. I panted while Yoongi looked at me,"I guess you didn't prove me wrong," he mused with a sly smirk on his face.

I let out a frustrated breath at him. But I suddenly felt a rush in my insides and ran as fast as I could to the bathroom. I threw up my breakfast in my toilet, feeling disgusted at myself. And I washed up immediately after I was over.

I got out of the bathroom, finding Yoongi looking at me differently. More softly than before.

I wiped my mouth one last time before heading over to the piano again.

"I will prove you wrong," I couldn't help but notice how weak my voice sounded. But my determination was big. I had no more time.

Before I could reach the piano, though, I stumbled again. This time, Yoongi held me by my shoulders and then picked me up bridal style.

I looked at him in shock but he looked down at me and said,"you shouldn't practice. Just rest for now. You already proved me wrong."

He put me down in my bed and covered me with bed sheets. I was still too shocked at his sudden attitude that I didnt say anything.

He came over at me and lay his palm on my forehead. I felt his hand flinch when he did so.

"Oh, my god, you have fever. You shouldn't even stand right now."

I looked up at his face that was looking somewhere other than my eyes and managed to realize how dangerously close he was. His breath hit my face as he sighed. Then he got up and said,"I guess I won't give you a class for a day or two."

I looked up at him as he turned to leave but I grabbed his hand before he did so.

He looked over at me and looked at me in wonder.

"Can you please.. Stay?" I asked weakly.

He only stared at me then back at the door and glanced once at the clock. He then shook his head and sat on the chair beside my bed as he sighed, looking down at his feet.