Fixed, Jikook

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Yoongi:

"Hoseok knows me too well," he muttered as he sat at the piano bench, fingers ghosting over the keys.

Sure they've been friends for a while, but Yoongi is still shocked by the way Hoseok knows exactly how to cheer him up. This time, he knew that Yoongi needed to cool off, so he brought him to the fine arts building, knowing the older boy would head to find his favorite piano in the school's array and play his heart out, in turn making him happy.

"Why not?" he grumbled, flipping to a random page of the book on the piano's stand. He scanned the page and snorted. "Easy peasy."

He popped his fingers and set his hands where they needed to be, foot hovering over the pedals. He started to play, and while he played, he thought.

On the first day of calculus, Yoongi sat alone at a table meant for two. He assumed no one wanted to take a seat next to the boy who always got in trouble for talking back to teachers, who got detention more times than he flashed the finger at administrators (which happened often), and he laughed.

He cackled, proud of the fact that people hated him, feared him, when suddenly he heard the screeching of a chair next to him and a timid apology.

He turned his head and smirked when he saw that a girl, short with long brown hair and bangs that hid her face, had taken a seat next to him (although it was shocking that a female was okay with being in close proximity to Min Yoongi).

"Could you have been any louder?" he scoffed. "I was trying to sleep."

Although he was lying and expected her to point it out and roll her eyes at him, she didn't. Instead she apologized once more. "I'm sorry. It's just that I'm kind of nervous being in a class full of 11th graders. I'm only a sophomore," she explained, a small smile on her face.

In spite of himself, Yoongi smiled back. "You'll be fine. Most of us are idiots. Including me," he joked, heart lifting when she laughed, covering her face with her hands, eyes crinkling up.

What are you doing Yoongi? he asked himself, astonished at the way this girl had managed to make him soften up.

"What's your name?" he questioned a few days later as they were doing a worksheet. "I'm Yoongi."

"I'm Umji," she responded, grinning. "Nice to meet you, Yoongi oppa," she joked, holding her hand out for him to shake.

He blushed and shook her hand, taking notice how small her hand was compared to his, long fingers with mint green nail polish decorating her nails.

No one ever makes you blush! What has gotten into you? he thought to himself, genuinely worried. From that day on, Yoongi convinced himself he had a thing for getting called oppa although in truth it was just "a thing" for Umji. A crush.

A crush he didn't come to terms with until much later, when he admitted to himself that he adored her smile. That he adored the timid way she acted, hair always in her face. He adored the way she did everything with grace and delicacy, as if she didn't want to disrupt or annoy anyone. He adored the charming way she talked, quiet at some parts but louder when she would tell a corny joke, wanting him to laugh and getting overjoyed when he did.

He was too late then, though, because at the same time he faced his feelings, Umji dyed her hair and lost weight, and suddenly everyone wanted to date her. People that didn't notice her beforehand because she was "plain" then.

He grunted and slammed his forehead on the keys of the piano, frustrated. "You lost your chance, Min Yoongi," he murmured, the sound of dissonance attacking his ears. "Idiot."

"Why'd you stop?" a voice asked from behind him.

He jerked his head up and turned around, seeing the person that had been causing him confliction leaning against the doorway, a look of worry on her face.

"Nothing," he mumbled. "Don't worry about it." He turned back to the piano, absentmindedly playing the beginning Beethoven piece he memorized a week or two ago.

Suddenly, he felt an added weight on the bench and stopped playing, turning to his left to see Umji with a look a fascination in her eyes, gaze transfixed on his still fingers on the black and white keys.

She met his stare and gave a small grin. "You know, oppa, I heard the song you played before this one. It was really pretty."

He blushed and scratched the back of his head, shrugging. "It was a little easy for me."

Her smile widened. "Really?" she asked, amazed, as she grabbed the book from the stand and flipped through it. "It's hard for me..."

It was then that Yoongi realized the name on the music: Kim Umji. So it's her book? Shit.

He turned to her with a sheepish grin, ready to apologize. He was met with Umji practically beaming. "How long have you been playing piano, oppa?"

"Since I was five," he responded, shuddering as he remembered the countless nights spent practicing songs over and over again until his mother was satisfied.

"That's so cool!" she exclaimed. "I'm only a beginner. I started playing a year ago."

They sat in silence for a bit, Yoongi playing a random song, and Umji closing her eyes and listening to him play, nodding her head along to the beat.

"Hey, Umji, I have an idea," Yoongi said out of nowhere.  "Maybe I could help you learn piano." Before she could respond, he corrected himself. "Only if you want me to teach you."

"That would be awesome," she exclaimed happily, clapping her hands and smiling.

After she left, Yoongi continued playing his Beethoven piece, grinning and blushing, staring at the number written on his hand.

' This is my number :)' it read below the 10 digits. ' Text me when you wanna practice together.'

Piano was always so stressful for Min Yoongi. It was always about him being the best, never about him having fun. But now, he could relax, and it was all thanks to Umji.

And although she dyed her hair blond and shed a few pounds, she was still the same girl he'd fallen for, angelic smile, timid nature, charming attitude, and all.

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Are you guys okay with the random placement of this ship???
Honestly, the only reason I like the thought of the two of them together is because I ship the both of them with everyone, so yeaaaahhhhhh.
Aren't they both so cute? :3

Thanks for reading!!!!♡♡♡♡
(The namjin will come soon, hopefully. I keep getting sidetracked. :P )
-katie