Between Silence and Beats ✨💜

The rain fell lightly outside, the rhythmic sound against the window filling the silent room. Yoongi sat there, sitting at the piano, letting his fingers glide over the keys as if searching for something only he understood.

You walked in slowly, not wanting to interrupt. But he noticed. He always noticed.

— I thought you were already asleep… — he murmured, without turning his face, his voice low and hoarse.

"I can't sleep when you're like this," he replied, moving closer. "You feel like you're carrying the world all by yourself."

Yoongi finally looked up. There was weariness in his dark eyes, but also a vulnerable gleam, hidden from everyone but you.

“I don’t know how to be light…” he confessed. “But when you’re here… it’s as if it were possible.”

Before you could think, you touched his hand, stopping the piano. He let you. The silence between you became more intense than any melody.

"It doesn't have to be light, Yoongi. It just has to be you." His voice was soft but firm.

He sighed deeply, as if this were the answer he'd been waiting for for years. He approached slowly, his face inches from hers. The touch of their lips was almost timid at first, but soon charged with urgency—as if the whole world could end that night and only the certainty of that kiss remained.

And there, between the rain, the piano and the silence, Yoongi let love speak for him.