Music Room | M. Yoongi

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Revised Version

September 1, 2020; 10:30 am

Yoongi's P.O.V.

I walk along with the flood of students that have been filling the hallway as I try my best to reach for my next class, which happens to start within a minute. With this amount of students that's almost squishing me, I even doubt if I could reach the classroom on time.

Students passed by me, one by one of them almost knock me down on the floor as I get continuously bumped by the shoulder— I can only curse under my breath for not having a tall height.

And as if luck is on my side, I can already see the door of the room that I'm looking for, and I didn't even think twice when I start to shove the people that's blocking my way.

As I slide the door, no one even bother to give me an attention as my classmates, who I don't even put effort to know what their names are, go on to continue what they are talking about before I got here.

I decide to just walk to my seat, right beside the window because why not before looking outside, and the first thing that I saw is the building parallel across ours. From my spot, I'm also able to see if Minsook and Hana have had already reached their classrooms.

Checking the two neighboring rooms that are located on the fourth floor, I see the figures of the two girls who I am looking for.

My lips automatically formed into a small pout as I noticed that  Hana seemed to look bothered, "Why do you look so tensed, Hana?" I mutter as I observe that the said girl seems to be uneasy on her seat as she keep on shifting on her spot. Narrowing my eyes, I can see a figure of a boy approaching Hana, I really can't make out his features but he seems to be familiar. Very familiar, to be exact.

My brows suddenly quirk upwards when the boy take the seat beside Hana for as far as I know that she once told us that she doesn't have a seat mate, so maybe he's a transfer student? Or maybe an exchange one.

My gaze then lands next on Minsook whose eyes are fixed in front as I assume that their professor has finally start to discuss. Her shoulder length hair bounced as soon as she seem to feel me staring at her, turning her head at my direction in process.

A small and cute smile forms on her lips as she spare a time to wave at me, I can only smile and waved back at her, acknowledging her small greeting. As soon as Minsook then focuses her gaze on what's in front of her once again, I decide to withdrew my eyes outside the window, puffing my cheeks afterwards.

Letting out a yawn when as I start to get bored by waiting for our professor to arrive, I huff, opening my eyes wider than usual to fight the drowsiness that is slowly creeping inside me. Gulping, I just let myself look outside the window once again, searching for something that might entertain me for the mean time.

As my eyes eventually became tired, my gaze lands on the building across me again and from here, I see the room parallel to ours, I never take interest of it since all I see are furnitures being covered by a white blanket, in short it's just a plain storage room.

I keep looking at the said room for quite a minute or two when a head of a person suddenly pop out of no where, startling me. Placing a hand on top of my chest, I narrow my eyes once again and notice that it was just a girl like around my age or even younger basing from her looks. She peek outside the window hands pressing against the glass, lips are pressed against each other before she finally srands up, revealing her petite body.

The plain black tee and black jeans that she wears and her long black hair had made her pale white skin to stand out, "She really loves black, huh?" I utter as my eyes observe every move she make.

The girl then walk towards one of the furniture as her hand grabs the blanket before she withdrew the fabric off the furniture, revealing an old wooden piano.

I raise a brow, "Why didn't she just go to the music room if she wants to play?" I stated as my eyes check the instrument. After a while of staring at the piano, I saw the girl pull out a chair as she sat in front of the instrument.

Her face shows no emotion as she press her fingers on top of each keys. After minutes, with my gaze is still focused to her, for some reasons, I start to find it hard to look away.

"Sorry for being late, good morning class," A voice suddenly pierce through the noises that my classmates are making, causing all of them to go back to their respective seats, some even trip and almost landed on their butts due to them rushing around.

"Good morning, sir," All of them greeted back in chorus, me on the other hand just kept my mouth shut as I straighten myself, fixing my clothes at the same time.

As the elder put his folders down on the desk and starts to discuss, I take the chance to whip my head back and glance back at the girl that I saw awhile ago inside the storage room.

However she was no longer there.

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