prism [ kim s.j ] ( fin )

† 10

     "class dismissed."

     bodies scurried away from the classy music room, chairs array, a paper airplane crashing on top of the drum kit. she unraveled it.

     will you be my girlfriend? 

     aw, a confession. now in the bin.

     she tuned her guitar, metal against callouses. she plucked, fingers weaving and moving.

     it was loud, but it went static. louder.

     "thanks," she stopped.

     "keep playing." he smiled. leaned on the doorway.

     and she did.

     seokjin didn't know the song, but he savoured it. he wished she could sing it.

why can't it be like that

cos i'm yours

     funny, cos they could hear the rain beat as drums.

//the fingerstyle guitar cover above is lowkey fab . play it for a better feel of this chapter . also, my updates will be every sunday with two chapters so :")