Seventeen Imagines

Woozi - Piano

I looked down at my watch and realized it was already 5:30pm. I groaned, dreading my lesson to come.

The one downside to studying music, is that they expect you to learn all instruments, not just the ones you've been working with your whole life. At first it didn't really bother me, in fact, I had a great time learning other instruments. This is what I loved and wanted to do after all. 

This semester, however, I have to learn the piano. I was really excited honestly, but then I found out I'm extremely uncoordinated and am absolutely horrible at it.

By my second week of piano class, most of my peers had already successfully learned to play scales using correct fingerings. Me on the other hand, I was still struggling badly. 

I remember my professor looking at me with pity before calling me over at the end of class to tell me they were going to get me in contact with one of the piano students to give me lessons. It wouldn't have been that bad, except the student they were talking about was Woozi. I'm TERRIFIED of Woozi. He's not a bad guy or anything, it's just that he's basically a musical prodigy and I am afraid to make a fool of myself in front of him. 

The longer I think of all the ways this lesson could go wrong, the more I'm dreading going. Maybe I should message him and say I came down with a fever or something? No, I just need to get this over with. 

I sighed and stood up from my bed, quickly grabbing my bag and heading towards the music building. Luckily it wasn't too far from my dorm, but that just meant I'd be there before I could calm myself down. 

I made my way towards the private studios and looked for the door that would have our names on it. I'm glad we had a private space, at least no one else would witness this atrocious event. 

I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. A few seconds later I heard a muffled "come in."

"You're early." Woozi said without turning to look at me, continuing to play a light melody on the piano.

"I can leave if you aren't ready." I said with nerves in my voice. 

He stopped and stood up.

"Nope, the sooner we start the better. Take a seat." He said still not looking towards me.

I put my bag on the ground and sat on the bench. I immediately felt nervous and felt my hands starting to sweat a little bit. Calm down it's fine. What's the worst that could happen?

"Alright let's start with something simple. Play a C Major scale, two hands." Woozi said while leaning on the wall next to the piano and crossing his arms.

I gulped. Okay this is the worst that can happen, I can't play scales still.

I brought my hands to the keys, but before I could even do anything, he stopped me. 

"Alright put your hands down." He sighed and pushed himself off the wall. "Relax your hands, they're too rigid. Think of playing with your fingers slightly curved, not straight and stiff. Try again."

I brought my hands up and tried to relax them. Luckily they listened to me and were much more flexible this time. I looked up at him for approval. 

"Okay good. Now play the scale." We made eye contact for the first time. I noticed the slight blush on his cheeks but thought nothing of it. 

I softly breathed out and set my hands in the starting position. I played the first two notes successfully, but then my mind blanked on which fingers were next in the order. I hesitated and tried to play the third note, but I got too caught up and started getting nervous again. 

"I-I'm sorry I can't play the scales yet." I put my hands in my lap and looked down, hoping he wouldn't get mad at me. 

I was completely caught off guard when I felt him sit down next to me on the bench. Our legs and shoulders pressed together, this bench clearly not made for two people to sit comfortably. 

"It's okay. Look watch my hands, I'll do it slowly for you." Woozi softly spoke. 

I lifted my eyes back to the piano keys and watched him move his hands across the board. I was in awe at how effortlessly his fingers moved. It almost seemed as if they had a mind of their own.

"Now try it with me, you do the lower octaves." 

I put my hands on the opposite end of where his were and moved my fingers with his. He called out the number that correlated to which finger was next, which honestly helped a lot. I had almost made it to the halfway point of the scale but missed the next two notes, causing us to stop. 

"I can't do this." I covered my face with my hands, embarrassed at how horrible I was doing. So much for being a music major. 

"Y/N don't stress out. It's only your third week learning the piano. Everything takes time, especially things related to music." He tried to reassure me.

I felt his hands come up to mine and gently remove them from my face. He remained holding my hands in his and looked at me. I felt a few butterflies in my stomach once I realized how close our faces and bodies were. 

"I will help you every day if I have to. You're going to get better at this, I promise." Woozi smiled at me, rubbing his thumb over my knuckles. 

I blushed at this action and looked away from him.

"Well I think we can call it there for today. I really just wanted to use this first lesson to see where you were at so I can plan our future lessons." He said while standing up from the bench. 

I stood up after him and gently closed the piano lid. When I turned around, he had already picked up my bag for me and was holding it out. I grabbed it from him, our hands lightly brushing against each other. I felt my cheeks slightly heat up at our contact again.

"Thank you Woozi." I said while giving him a small smile.

He cleared his throat, trying to cover his own flushed cheeks. 

"You're welcome Y/N. I look forward to working with you more often." He smiled back at me. 

I gave him another smile before walking out of the room, leaving him alone to continue his own practice.

On my way back to my dorm, I started thinking and realized Woozi wasn't bad at all. Everyone makes him seem scary, but he was really nice. Intimidating? Yes, but that's only because he's an amazing musician. 

But, why did I get butterflies so much? I've never thought of him in that way. I mean I wouldn't mind getting to know him more. But still, it was very different for me.

After a short walk filled with me thinking about Woozi, I had finally arrived back to my dorm. I was very eager to change into my comfy clothes and jump into bed, but was distracted by my phone ringing. I ignored it for a second thinking about who would be texting me at this time, but when I received a second message I went to check.

Woozi

I hope you arrived back safely. Our next lesson will be tomorrow at 5pm. I was also hoping you'd join me for dinner afterwards? Completely up to you of course.

Goodnight Y/N :)

I felt the butterflies erupt in my stomach again. Was this him asking me on a date? Well, what's the worst that could happen?

Y/N

I'd love to. Goodnight Woozi :)

Fun fact: I actually majored in music! Piano was also one of the more difficult instruments for me to learn. It's definitely harder than it looks.

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