「18+」mr.piano :: myg

chapter 1 - flashback

ara's pov:

it's 8:00am currently and here i am again as always.

i've found myself peeping through the gap of the door of the piano room. i focus my eyes carefully open a pair of hands; hands that belong min yoongi, specifically.

he's in my class, apparently: A-K for our form tutor, mrs kim in year 11.

he rarely shows up to lessson. like ever. since he's either here in the piano room, in the headteachers office or in detention. a local bad boy.

i don't think he has ever noticed me before. 99.99% sure he doesn't even know my name. despite that, i foolishly know his.

to be completely real with you, visiting the gap of the door was part of my daily routine in the morning, lunch and break on school days. it just happened and i'll tell you how.

flashback:

next to the piano room is the library. i visit the library often, for studying session of course. i revise a huge amount, considering receiving straight As is an obsession i have.

except this trip to the library was different. so different in fact, it's taken quite a toll on my life.

i couldn't stop thinking about what i have just heard; a sweet melody of a piano.

so soft, so gentle, so soothing, just incredibly perfect. it feels as if all my stress from my body have vanished.

of course, i was hooked, like it was some sort of drug i had become addicted to. i've never felt this way. it's just a few notes, yet made me so eager to hear it again.

i walked towards the amusing melody, the keys echoing in my ears.

it came from the Music Room.

i didn't have the courage to walk in, compliment his god-like fingers that play this beautiful wonder and ask to listen. instead, being creepy, i level myself to the key hole and take a look inside.

i saw a guy with black hair, a black leather jacket, black leather jeans and black, hunter boots. key word: black. a major bad boy with no soul or heart, but was playing the piano so breathtakingly.

i didn't know who it was at first because i have never seen a person before with this type of aurora ever in my entire life. however, like it was fate, i saw the music teacher strolling in the hallway.

"good morning, miss lee. can I ask you something?" I questioned, wavering my hands to catch her attention. she simply greeted me back and nodded.

"who's the boy playing piano?" i said with obvious curiosity in my tone as i signal to the door.

"oh, him? an amazing piano player, isn't he? he's min yoongi of class 10-K. he spends most of his time here," responded miss lee.

i thanked the teacher and hurried back to the library.

"he's in my class, yet i never even knew he existed. i cant even recognise the name. weird," i silently thought to myself. i shrugged off the thought, sighing in disbelief.

how does someone dedicate themselves to something like that without a care for actual education?

i tried to shake it off but to my disregard, that was impossible. so i just decided to continue my study session as i listen to piano piece playing.

end of flashback:

'he spends most of his time playing here.'

it's implanted in my brain. that's what persuaded me to visit the piano room regularly.

he just seems persistent with his talent. there hasn't been a time where I have visited the piano room unknowingly and haven't seen him there.

the way he plays - there's something about it that pulls me in. he just looks so gentle when pressing the keys, grazing his fingers over them, eyes shut as the mesmerising notes bless both our ears.

i can't help it.
i need to see it.
i need to hear it.

even though i seem like an absolute stalker staring at him through the gap of the door, for about 15 times a week, it's hard to resist it. How can i not?

(15 minutes later.)

yoongi's pov:

i feel it - a stranger's piercing eye is looking through the gap of the door. who it is? i don't know but for sure, the staring was intense, like a glare.

this is quite disturbing, eyes deeply plastered on me by a fucking stranger. i'll just ignore it and have faith that the person will leave pretty soon.

a few minutes drive by and yet, the person did nothing but peer slyly through the door. it keeps distracting me from playing the piano.

"what the fuck is your problem?!"

narrators note: thank you for reading! if you notice a mistake with my grammar or a glitch in the plot, please tell me. don't be a silent reader! have a good day, my luvli 💞