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❥❥ Pairing: yoongi x reader
❥❥ Genre: arranged marriage au, angst, fluff, smut
❥❥ Summary: Growing up as the sole heiress to your father’s fortune wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be. In desperate need to escape your home life, you enter into an unexpected arrangement with the infamous Min Yoongi. Will the both of you be able to find freedom, happiness and possibly love?
❥❥ Chapter Title: Da Capo
❥❥ Word Count: 16.0k
❥❥ Chapter Warnings: overuse of music metaphors, extreme angst, extreme emotional constipation, lack of communication, jealousy, mutual pining, excessive drinking, inappropriate touching, touching without consent (there is a sketchy guy in this chapter for a bit), general heartbreak, heated kissing, semi-nudity
❥❥ Author’s Note: Hello :) First of all, sorry it took me a month to update. This chapter was long, I injured my hand and life just got in the way. But I am back and I have a new banner and layout too. This chapter is by far the longest I have written, but I hope you like it. There are a lot of music terms in here so hopefully it all makes sense. Thank you once again to everyone who reads this. It was a struggle to finish this one and your sweet comments helped me more than you can imagine. For those who have been patiently waiting for smut, the next chapter will be very interesting is all I will say. Anyways, please don’t be a stranger and let me know what you think!
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You heard the world before you saw it.
At least that’s what your mother used to always say. It was a peculiar statement — one that you never fully understood — but it still stuck with you regardless. Even now, the memory of the very first time she spoke those words to you flashes through your mind, vivid as if the entire conversation was immortalized in a picture.
Seated in her lap, swinging back and forth in the old rocking chair from your childhood bedroom, you were no more than five years old. You had spent the bulk of the day learning your first notes on the piano, astutely following along to your mother’s careful instructions. Although exhausted, you were entranced by the instrument, so much so that your mother had to pry you away from it when bedtime rolled around. As she rocked you to sleep, she pulled you close, flashing you her pearly, white teeth. Her eyes twinkled with content, as those magic words took flight from her lips and swarmed around you, filling your juvenile mind with cozy confusion.
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