Crazy about you [COMPLETE]

4- I am not a simple student.

«Jiminie?».

«Uh? Sorry. What did you say?» he focused back on V, sipping his cappuccino.

«I said – Tae scoffed – you seem a bit absent today.».

The cafè was incredibly crowded that afternoon, probably due to the heavy rain that had been ruining everyone's day since that same morning.

Jimin smirked, tilting his head: «Yeah, I ... I might have found a way to pass Mr Parrish's exam.».

«Have you?! Like, for real? How?».

«I have ...» Jimin began, but he got immediately distracted by a glimpse of red hair he spotted among the crowd.

«You have what? Jimin!» Taehyung insisted, but his friend barely heard him.

«I'll explain it all to you. Later. I swear. – the kid replied – But I have to go now.».

He stood up and approached the counter: Suga was standing there, wet from head to toes, water dripping from his hair and clothes.

«Hi.».

«Uh? Hi.».

«Ready to go?» Jimin asked impatiently, hiding an enthusiastic smile behind his cup.

«Yeah. Just ... let me grab a coffee.».

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When they left, the rain was still pouring and Jimin opened his umbrella as the two of them headed to the old theatre at the end of the road.

«How comes a simple student is allowed to use this place to train?» the rapper mocked, closing the entrance door behind himself. Jimin was already halfway to the stage but turned around to smile cheerfully and Suga couldn't help but blush a bit: even though they had hidden under the umbrella, the rain had managed to wet his hair, making his aegyo look even cuter.

«I am not a simple student.» he stated proudly, pulling something out of his pocket: two keys, hanging from a ring. He made the metal twinkle twice, then threw them at the hyung.

«Lock the door. Others aren't supposed to know we are here. The owner is an old friend of my father.» he explained.

Suga did as he'd been asked to.

Jimin was a completely different person between those walls: he began to run back and forth, moving his arms from time to time, as if he was dancing to a song in his head.
The rapper let his gaze wander through the room and his lips curled up in an involuntary smile as his eyes met the amazing, old piano that had been placed not far from the stage, on the left side of the main hallway: he reached for it and sat on the stool, leaving his instinct guide his fingers all over the frets.
The melody he began to play was so soft and sweet that managed to make Jimin stop and stare at him speechlessly.
As the song ended, Suga raised his head from the keyboard: his eyes met Jimin's and, for the second time in less than 10 mins, he blushed again.
He was not used to that kind of reaction from people. Plus, the dongsaeng was smiling, eyes bright in happiness.

«What was that?» Jimin asked cheerfully, jumping off the stage to approach him.

«Nothing. – Suga cut off – You got your score?» he scoffed, trying to focus on the reason why they had ended up in that theatre.

The kid nodded, pulling a folded paper out of his pocket and handing it to the hyung.

The rapper took his time to read through it, then simply looked up at the now not-so-happy kid in front of him and raised an eyebrow.

«Have you ever even tried to play this thing?» was all that Suga muttered eventually.

«I ... I might have ... but I'm not good at playing any instrument ... » Jimin admitted, blushing vividly.

«Kid, you'll never trial the test if you don't even know how to play the stuff you write!».

«At least, could you ... could you tell me what's wrong with it?».

Suga blinked twice, then placed the kid's paper on the piano's music stand and put his fingers back on the frets.

As he begun to play, it came immediately clear to Jimin what was "wrong" with the melody.

«Get it? – the hyung mocked, his eyes stuck on the music sheet, as he struggled all his way down to the end of the song – This is so wrong on so many levels. I'm not even sure you can call it music. Aish, kid, what were you thinking of?».

Jimin blushed vividly, on the edge of tears: «I'll fail.» he muttered, hiding behind his palms.

«Ah, stop it, kid. I can only help if you really want me to. And don't even think of crying, 'cause it's something that really pisses me off.».

The dongsaeng sniffed, taking a deep breath.

«Fine. Now ... can you play?» Suga asked, as he stood up and backed off, waiting for dor Jimin to sit on the stool.

«Not really ... » he sobbed, replacing the eldest's hands on the keyboard.

The kid did his best, but his low skills only managed to upset him even more.

«Okay, okay. Stop it. This ain't going to work.» the hyung stated and Jimin sighed, for he knew he was right.

He was about to say something, but his phone buzzed in his pocket: Kookie was waiting for him.

«I have to go. You ... you want to come with me?».

Suga shook his head: «I have to go, too.».

They arranged a meeting for the following day, then they both stepped outside in the rain.

«Hyung!» Jimin yelped when he noticed he was already walking away.

«What?» he turned around, standing still for a sec, enough for him to see the kid wave his hand childishly.

Unable to hold it back, Suga mirrored him with a tiny smile, then rushed to the bar, wondering why the hell he'd done it.