「18+」mr.piano :: myg

chapter 2 - am i a dog?

ara's pov:

the song stops abruptly.

"what the fuck is your problem?!" the stranger barks, coldness lacing with his brutal tone.

"hm?" i hum, trying my best to act confused. more like dazed. i look so stupid.

he gives a heavy sigh, dropping his head.

"i hate repeating shit. didn't you hear? are you deaf or something? i said, what the fuck is your problem?" he repeats, raising his voice to make me hear, but not too loud. why is he so scary?

"oh.. i just came to collect some piano music notes sheets," my voice cracked. at this point, he must be able to tell through my weak lie.

he takes the chance to turn around, a furious expression plastered over his pale face.
he has an intimidating look in his eyes. it was as if the orbs of his eyes were piercing into my soul.

"you play piano, huh?" he questions to clarify.

"uh, y-yeah," i reply. my lips tremble so i resort to keeping my lips in a thin line.

"i've never seen you here before though," he stands up from his seat, pointing to it.

"sit. then play," he simply says. how the fuck do i get out of this?

"what am i? a dog?" i murmur, scoffing lightly to myself. i open the door wider, slipping through and taking heavy steps towards the piano. i set my bag down, trying to stall time.

eventually, my hands hover over the keys, fingers shaking violently.

i used to play piano when i were eight until i stopped two years later. it's been a long six years.

i decided to play a piano piece i've rehearsed countless of times as a child. i feel most confident with that.

i start to play and without a doubt, i make a few mistakes. to tell the brutal truth.. many, many mistakes.

i keep cursing under my breath at every foul sound of the wrong keys i press. i must seem completely stupid right now.

over the loud notes, i begin to bear chuckling. which then soon turns into loud bursts of laughter. it's official. not only am i creepy a stalker, but a completely joke at piano too.

"pfft! you call that playing piano?!" he erupts into raspy laughs.

"what a joke!" he grins and my cheeks redden.

"leave me alone! i haven't played in six years!" i defend myself but he chooses to ignore me.

"you know what, take all the piano sheets you need! you can even use the piano room whenever you want! no need to ask for permission," he cockily speaks, as if he owns the room, with a stupid smile.

"shut up," i mutter silently under my breath.

"shut up?" he furrows his eyebrows. he must have taken offence to that.

"who are you?"

"jung ara, class 11-k. you?" i respond, asking the same thing.

"you don't know me? that's new?" that sounds very arrogant of him.

"class 11-k too. name is min yoongi."

"we are in the same class? i have never seen you before though?" i raise an eyebrow, even though i know exactly why.

"i'm always in the music room or in detention." yoongi sounds so casual and normal about it.

"oh-"