#bts yoongi piano

[lusse7]

Playing piano

[yearofinstitutionalization]

344/638 One Suga a day while he is away

[kithtaehyung]

ALBUM COVERS : SUGA PROJECTS, PT. 1   ⤷ HAPPY YOONGI DAY 2023! | ig ; twt

[kevindavidday]

thinking of 'thank you. you were amazing' and neil's following abrupt disappearance to the sound of doomsday by murray gold

[sopekooks]

208/638 days of missing yoongi

[aprylynn]

Interlude: Dream, Reality 💜

for @kimtaegis and @sevencoloredstar

[ayilings]

it feels like you’re getting farther, like you’re flying away 🦋

[minsungsoftie]

Liebestraum

It’s no secret that Jeongguk hated his uncle’s mansion, so why would it be left for him in the will?

During the night, when everyone was asleep, the piano would play by itself. No one but Jeongguk heard it's haunting melody echo through the corridors of the mansion the middle of the night. He has arrived at the mansion a decade and a half later, ready to face his greatest childhood fear once more.

Pairing: Yoongi x Jungkook

Word count: 2.5k

Tags: ghosts, childhood memories, ghost min yoongi, soft fic

Read on AO3 here

[glosskirt]

maestro

SEQUEL TO “we work .” 

synopsis: You and Yoongi have been pairs for every single graded performance the whole year. Now, your teacher has posted the final project. Solo performances. Let’s just hope you do good without Yoongi, and vice versa!

genre: Romance, fluff

warnings: Swearing

wc: 1,309 words 7,372 characters

pairing: college student!Min Yoongi x college student!Reader 

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“Hi Yoongi,” you said, entering the recording room. Yoongi turned his head towards you, and smiled. “Hey, Y/N! Come sit down,” he motioned for you to sit on the floor with him. He had his laptop in his lap with Garageband opened. You walked over and sat in front of him, resting your back on the wall. “Whatcha’ up to?” you asked, picking up your bag, and grabbing your tablet and opened Groovepad. “Working on that song you sent, it’s really good. Just needed some polishing,” he said, doing that little smirk he does when he knows he’s cooking something good. “Why thank you, kind sir. You yourself are good too!” humming at your words, Yoongi smiled. “Oh, prof’ just posted the guidelines for the final project,” Yoongi said, lifting his eyebrows, but then furrowing them. “Ooh, yeah,” you said, opening the notification you received.

“Product, bla bla bla, wait,” he stopped reading. “Solo performance?” he read. Eyebrows now very furrowed in confusion. “What?” you laughed. You laughed until you read it too. “Solo..what?” you asked. Throughout the whole year, the projects have always been in pairs of groups. Never solo. “Why would they announce that it’s a solo performance only now? The due date’s literally next next week, and everyone has been preparing for a duos performance,” he scoffed. When Yoongi said ‘everyone,’ it included you two. You and Yoongi were practicing a duet that he could play on the piano, but now it all just went to waste. “Well this is bullshit,” he fell on his back, accidentally hitting his head on the floor. You silently laughed at him. He rolled his eyes at you, and started making snow angels on the floor. You and Yoongi just sat in the recording room in silence, trying to think of ideas for each of your projects. Unfortunately, for the next hour, nothing had come to mind.

“Anyway, Nienie, I’m starving. I’m going to Lotteria. Want anything?” he asked, shoving his things into a dark blue backpack. “Ooh! Yes, please! Can you get me a corn salad and cheese sticks please?” you pleaded, putting your hands together. Yoongi snickered and picked up his bag. “Basic Nienie,” he said and walked out. Nienie was a nickname he randomly made up when he heard some of your friends teasing you by calling you ‘Y/nie,’ it was cute. You really liked it, but obviously didn’t want Yoongi to know.

While lounging around, you received a message. It was Yoongi.

‘Oh yeah..’ you thought. You slid on some sneakers, picked up a sling bag, and ran out the door.

“How’d you forget?” he asked, digging into his bulgogi burger. “Netflix. I was watching a new show,” you shared, taking a bite out of your cheese stick. “What show?” he asked, taking a napkin and wiping some sauce off his face. “Mickey Mouse,” you proudly said, stuffing your face with corn salad. He giggled, his shoulders moving up and down while he quietly made a somewhat demonic ‘keuhkeuhkeuh’ sound. “You’re cute,” he said in between laughs. You nodded, blinked, and continued eating. “So, have you thought of something for the project?” he asked. ‘He’s talkative today,’ you thought to yourself, you took a bite out of your cheese stick, and it came with a cheese pull. Since you didn’t want to break the cheese pull, you shook your head. “Ah, I see. I’ve got an idea already,” he said, a proud grin spread across his face. You were confused. “What’s your idea?” you questioned, watching him down a soda. “I’m going to rap while playing the piano,” he declared, another proud grin spreading across his dumpling-like face. You just sarcastically smiled at him, and continued chowing down on your food.

“Practice days were hassles. Me and Min Yoongi could barely get a break. And I’m still deciding what I should sing for the project!”

“Hey, Nienie, I’m heading home,” Yoongi said, packing his portable keyboard into his backpack. He picked up his bag and his phone, and waved before leaving the dorm. “Well shit,” you thought to yourself. After all these days of Yoongi practicing, you still hadn’t thought of a performance.

After 30 minutes of pondering, it hit you. Yoongi sends you all the songs he helped write. “Blueberry Eyes,” you murmured. It was the MAX’s song that Yoongi featured on. “This is such a good idea. Good job me,” you pat yourself on the shoulder and began practicing. You even pushed yourself to learn Yoongi’s part for that extra credit!

“I think things are going well. I’m nervous about the performance, but if I mess up, it’s okay too. Me and L/N Y/N have started practicing on our own. I kind of miss their complaining,”

It was the day of the project. You shouldn’t be nervous, it’s only like the whole school watching you sing alone on the stage. “You nervous, Nienie?” Yoongi asked, putting his arm around your shoulder and leaning, making you both tumble to the side. “Obviously. I’ve never performed without you here. Scary,” you said, taking a peek at the audience. “That’s okay, Nienie! Just imagine I’m there on stage! And I’ll be here cheering you on from the side,” he said, fist pumping both his arms and doing a dumb little smile. “I’d rather not. You’re scary enough, I don’t need to imagine a ghost you yelling at me to get the timing right,” you laughed. “Touché,” he nodded, and went to the practice room where they had a piano.

“Now may I call on L/N Y/N to perform ‘Blueberry Eyes,’ by MAX and SOOGA? SHUHGA?” the announcer mispronounced his name, very normal. You took one last look at Yoongi, and he was in disbelief that you chose a song he contributed to. As you got on the stage, you saw your mother and father, applauding. You felt confident. The music began playing, and you started singing.

Applause filled the room after you performed. You bowed and exited the stage. When you got down the stairs, Yoongi hugged you. “You did great! Better than I expected. Good job on my rap! You didn’t mess it up that bad,” he laughed as you rolled your eyes. “Oh, shut up,” you said in return, playfully hitting his arm.

“May I call on Min Yoongi to perform ‘First Love,’ by SUGA, otherwise known as Min Yoongi,” the announcer sounded kind of tired. You gave Yoongi two thumbs-ups and he got on the stage. The piano was brought on stage, and he started playing. Beautiful as always.

“The corner of my memory, a brown piano settled on one side”

The whole audience stood for Yoongi and clapped. He got up from the piano seat, and bowed. When he got down back to the backstage area, you jumped on him. Your arms put him in a chokehold as you were praising him for his performance. “You were so good!!” you yelled, he smiled. “I know,” he replied. That made you let him go and roll your eyes. “Hey, hey, just kidding,” he said, hugging you again. You smiled mischievously as you bent down and got a hold of Yoongi’s legs. Now you were giving him a piggyback ride, and he was screaming.

While you two were goofing around, a professor came around the corner. “Hey, stop that,” she said, in a strict tone. You quickly put Yoongi down and you both politely bowed at her before she left.

“Well, miss L/N, mister Min, I don’t have anything to give but an A+ on your final project. You both were very good!” the professor said. You and Yoongi looked at each other, and high-fived.

“Nice one, Nienie!” he said.

“Why, thank you! You as well, Sirre Yoonie, did an excellent job,” you said, formally.

“We work,” Yoongi said again.

“We work, Maestro,” in reply.

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@haecien

[poutyniall]

extremely unholy thoughts

[ddaengju]

[shapinginvisible]

Agust D - D Day the final in Seoul D1

[jemshopes]

Lost in the Meadow || yoonmin

--Yoonmin Prompt

--pianist yoongi

Moodboard made by: namjooningchar on twt

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im thinking… pianist yoongi who has an extremely vivd imagination. whenever he composes new music, it’s almost like he sees a story connected to it, playing out behind his eyes with each swell and lull of the piano keys beneath his fingers.

usually, he jots down the stories in a notebook and either forgets them or hardly thinks of them afterwards. it’s just a hobby of his, no big deal, not something he’s especially invested in, but nevertheless a part of his process while composing.

he’s tinkering idly at the piano one day when inspiration hits him and out pours a piece unlike anything he’s ever composed before. at times it’s sweet and idyllic, seeming to represent fields and trees: beauty in the summer. but during other parts it’s stormy and panicked, like the rolling, turbulent waves of an uneasy ocean. and amidst all this is a young man so angelic that yoongi can’t believe his own imagination conjured up such a thing.

he can’t let the image go even once the song is over and the images that came with it safely written in his notebook. it feels incomplete, like he only saw fragments of the whole story. the man had once sailed on a ship, once lived in a picturesque cottage surrounded by greenery and old trees. it’s not enough. yoongi wants more. yoongi wants him. mind, body and soul, he needs him.

and so he plays and he dreams and he writes frantically in his notebook, trying to piece together a story of which he’s only getting broken fragments each time he plays.

it doesn’t matter how many new songs he composes, now they all lead back to the young man.

images of him lying on his back in a field of flowers, of climbing a tree, of him naked, sprawled beneath someone yoongi cannot picture. he feels real, whole, a person. yoongi sees him cry and yoongi sees him rejoice. and he wants him. he wants him. he wants—

and just like that, one day, yoongi sits down at the piano, closes his eyes and breathes in a lungful of warm summer air so fragrant that at first he thinks he must have gone mad. earth is beneath him, grass tickling his fingers. bees buzz in the air. a dog barks.

and then he hears the most delicious sound of all: a laugh that was so dulled in his imagination compared to it’s sweetness when heard in person.

“excuse me, but what are you doing in my field? are you lost?”

he opens his eyes to try and answer, but he’s barely caught a glimpse of his surroundings before they’re melting into nothing and he’s back at the piano.

he tries numerous times to be able to see into whatever place he had been transported, but each time he opens his eyes to look, it fades.

it appears he can only go there when his eyes are closed, but his sight is a sacrifice he’s willing to make to be able to meet the man whose name he still doesn’t know.

so, one night he wraps a strip of dark cloth round his eyes and ties it tight.

he can only assume he’s stumbled into the young man’s world during darkness too. he’s not in the field this time and it’s not warm as he gropes his way along the brick wall of a house, searching for the door.

he’s shivering by the time he finds it and bangs until someone answers.

“oh, it’s you,” the man says, sounding puzzled and wary and curious. “wherever did you run off to the other day?”

“i cannot see,” yoongi replies, breathless, “so i can’t tell you where i went, only that i seem to have found my way back here. mightn’t i come in?”

he’s invited to stay for dinner, which is a challenge to eat with no sight, but where yoongi fails, the man is there to guide him.

he takes in the smell of the little cottage, the feel of the table’s sanded wood beneath his fingers.

that night the man makes a bed up for him by the hearth. and just as he’s bidding yoongi goodnight, yoongi realises:

“i never got your name.”

the man laughs gently. “jimin. my name is jimin.”

[btsmosphere]

BTS Band Kids!! - yoongiano

of course yoongi is the pianist among the band kids! he’s always early to practise, but he needs his coffee to function🥺

[staynoonaz9290]

Thank You For Everything

Where SunHee’s life had always been the piano, but after a tragic accident, she can barely stand to look at the instrument, and left her memories behind to start a new life at college. With a great group of best friends and two years of school under her belt, SunHee had finally succeeded in pushing away her old life. That is, until she met Yoongi.

Group: BTS

Pairing: Yoongi/Fem! Reader (Third Person-SunHee)

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Some language, Suggestive Themes, Car Accident, Character Death (Just one OC, not anyone in BTS or MCs), Angst/Hurt/Comfort, Light Partying/Alcohol Consumption, Mention of Cigarettes, Grief/Mourning

Chapters: 13

Word Count: 45,376

Main Masterlist | BTS Masterlist

COMPLETE

Preview:

SunHee was unable to handle the tension any longer, wishing she could just get away from Yoongi and remind herself why she stopped talking to him in the first place. 

She started backing up, about to turn around when she felt slightly cold fingers wrap around her left wrist. 

“SunHee, wait.” 

She stopped automatically, glancing at his hand before meeting his gaze. 

“I’m sorry,” he sounded like he didn’t make apologies very often, expression awkward as his eyes darted from hers before he was scratching the back of his head. “I’m sorry for taking you to that music café after you told me you didn’t play anymore. I shouldn’t have asked you about it, I just-”

He stopped, his eyebrows furrowing as he contemplated his next words.

“I mean, it’s okay,” SunHee wanted nothing more than to get away from him right now; she didn’t want him to mention the date, or the café, or the piano .

She just wanted to forget about it all and stop the tingly feeling that had been running up her arm since the second Yoongi had grabbed it. 

“I just… I guess I can’t understand how someone could just stop playing music.”

Yoongi spoke slightly louder now, the incredulous and confused look on his face tying her stomach into knots as she quickly turned away. 

Why did she feel so ashamed when he looked at her like that?! 

“Why do you care ?”

SunHee’s tone was harsh, and she could feel the blood pumping through her veins angrier than she needed to be, frustrated . 

Who was he to ask her about any of this?

“Why do you care so much about whether or not I play music?” 

She hated how he made her feel; like it was that wrong for her to stop playing the piano. 

If she wanted this much of a guilt trip, she would pay a visit to her mom . 

“How do you even know what kind of music I play in the first place ? Or if I’m even any good ?!” she was being defensive, too defensive, but she couldn’t stop the words as they came pouring from her mouth. “Sure, yes , I played in high school, but what if I suck now?” 

She could feel her body heat rising and tried to steady her breathing. 

Don’t get yourself worked up , she told herself. Namjoon and MinJee are right downstairs

“Why are you so concerned? What if I just grew out of it?” SunHee ignored her voice of reason, yanking her wrist from Yoongi’s hand as she glared at him. “You think you know me, but you have no idea who I am.” 

There was a pause, the words of her outburst lingering in the tense air between them. She looked down at her trembling hands, fighting the sudden urge to burst into tears.

You’re not just angry at him , SunHee

She ignored her thoughts, biting hard on her bottom lip.

Yoongi sighed deeply, breaking the silence, and she was looking at his face once more despite herself. He was running a hand through his already disheveled hair, eyes downcast as he seemed to be debating on something. 

Then he finally made eye contact with her for a moment before dropping his hand to his side. 

“I know you better than you think.” 

If you liked this preview, you can read the whole novel here on my AO3 page 😊!

[yoongiismylove2018]

I will always watch this video every time it pops up on my feed

i miss you so much