BTS imagines

5

Suga

You walked in the hallway dragging your feet, already regretting your decision. You already had enough stress from school but somehow you thought it would be a good idea to continue taking piano lessons after you stopped for a year.

"Room 301" you whispered, trying to find the classroom. There it was at the end of the hallway. As you stepped closer, you could hear someone playing the piano inside. You slowly opened the door to peek inside and found a light blue haired boy sitting in front of the instrument.

His eyes were half closed as if he was completely lost in his own world of enchanting melodies, but he seemed to be concentrating really hard at the same time. His long fingers moved effortlessly on the keys creating one of the most magical masterpieces you ever had the chance to listen to. Everything about him screamed passion, perfection and seriousness, a weird mix that seemed to attract you like a natural magnet. Suddenly, he seemed unable to control the movement of his hands and he randomly hit the keys in frustration trying to seek vengeance from the instrument that deceived him. His eyes kept longing on the piano and he sighed.

"You're late. Did no one tell you that stalking is creepy?"

Busted

"I'm sorry I just didn't want to interrupt" you muttered as heat rose to your cheeks. You've never been this embarrassed before and you didn't want to look into his eyes just yet. He seemed intimidating enough already.

"From what I know, you already had lessons before so I'm going to skip the basics. Mind to show me what you can do? I need to know your level of competence" he said in a disinterested tone. It seemed like he would rather be anywhere but here.

Well same goes for me fella.

You shrugged as you sat on the chair and prepared yourself to face your doom. You really tried to play the song you remembered the most but the movements of your hands felt awkward and you made many little mistakes and you could see your instructor pulling his hair in frustration.

Calm down there you're gonna be bald. Am I snatching your wig already?

"Stop I am begging you. You call this playing? Are you deaf?" he screamed looking at you. Slowly he regretted his words as he saw you looking away and heading to the door.

"Wait. I overreacted. A little. You deserve it though"

"Wow fake apology unaccepted. You got some serious anger issues there" you replied crossing your arms over your chest, trying to look offended.

"Just sit down. I can't lose my job because of you... please"

You were honestly surprised when he said please. Oh did he add poutty lips too? He kind of looked adorable now and you had to admit it. It made it hard to say no.

"Fine. But just because I already paid" you said with a smug look on your face. You're never going to show him that he affected you in any way .

"Put your hair up I need to see your face" he ordered seriously.

You sent him a questioning look. Just as he realized what he just asked you, he tried correcting himself " I mean I need to see if you're concentrating"

You chuckled as you tied your hair up in a ponytail.

"Much better" he muttered. You could swear you saw him slightly blushing.

" Let's do this" you said faking your enthusiasm and stretching your arms.

An hour went by and you've seen all kind of reactions from him going from angry to wanting to burn himself alive.

"No no no. What is wrong with you. You have to do better than this" he said for the thousand time. Or was it two thousands?

"Hey i'm trying. People used to say I'm a natural ok? you're just too demanding" you shouted back at him already tired and ready to leave.

" I just want everything to be perfect is that too much to ask?" he said raising his hands above his head waiting for a miracle to happen.

"Well I'm sorry I can't be perfect MOM. I'll never get the best grades nor be the best pianist for that matter so I might just as well quit. I'll never be good enough for anyone" you snapped at the verge of tears. People have been putting you through so much pressure lately and you were trying to find an escape from it all. However it followed you everywhere.

Suga looked at you intensely. He could see himself in you. He knew you had the potential to do greater things. He just couldn't express himself clearly. Music usually did this for him and he was gonna help you find the escape you were longing for.

He went behind you, his chest pressing on your back. Slowly, he sneaked his arms over your shoulders and took your hands in his veiny ones. This sight was quite fascinating to you, his strong capable hands holding your small fragile ones. You felt protected, safe as long as he protectively held you.

"Let's try again one more time" he calmly said, his breath tickling your ear.

You gulped, trying to feel at ease as you watched his fingers guiding yours through the keys. It was difficult to concentrate with his body heat radiating through yours, but you didn't want to disappoint him. In such a short time, you looked up to him and wanted to impress him at any cost. His approval seemed vital to you.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't realize that you finished playing and his hands were still holding yours.

"Not so bad huh?" he said chuckling in amusement.

You turned your face to stare at him and felt captivated by his gaze. Behind the serious image, you could decipher a hint of playfulness and kindness in his eyes which lead you to smile genuinely.

"I guess so" you answered fiddling with your fingers.

He had a triumphant look as if he was saying " I told you so"

" I expect you here tomorrow at 4 pm sharp. Do not be late. We have a lot to do"he ordered. It was incredible how he could change from fluffy friendly puppy to serious intimidating teacher, as if he had a selection of masks to choose from according to the situation.

"Yeah whatever I'll try to make it"you said as you walked out the door

"and hey (Name)..."

"yeah?" you turned around to face him and noticed he was extremely close to you. Your breath caught in your throat as you looked up and gazed into his eyes.

"Nothing... um.. i'm uh here if you need anything" he mumbled hoping you wouldn't hear him.

But you did and walked away holding on to his words like a sweet ballad.

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A/N:

I wasn't planing on writing a Suga imagine right now but I saw a video of him playing the piano and I couldn't resist.
Anyway does any of you play/likes to play an instrument? And what is it?