school desk | vkook

- TWENTY -

Hope you're not lactose intolerant bc it's gon' get a lil cheesy

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Jeongguk opens the door to the music club Taehyung and he joined half a year ago. Inside is only Jo Haseul, a bright girl Jeongguk's age. Haseul has dark brown hair, cute eyes and thin, silver glasses. She's writing something in a notebook, but looks up as the boy enters.

"Jeongguk-ssi!" she smiles, and Jeongguk waves before taking a seat. Unlike the other rooms, the music classroom has no desks. Instead there are about twenty blue chairs in a circle on the floor, instruments standing and hanging around them.

Haseul leans forward. "I heard we're going to start writing songs, like Mr Hwang has been talking about since forever!" She does a little happy dance.

"Oh, really? Finally!" Jeongguk can't help but smile. "Do you think we can choose our partners ourselves?"

She shrugs. "Think so. I want to be with that new transfer student, Wong Kahei," she announces before going back to her notebook.

Jo Haseul was right, and twenty minutes later Taehyung and Jeongguk are sat together in front of a piano. Jimin and Hoseok are observing them from afar, but the boys they're spying on don't seem to notice.

"So, where do we start?" Taehyung asks the younger. "Lyrics or chords?"

"Let's just play something and see where we end up." Jeongguk puts his fingers on the keys, playing random chords. After going to music club three hours a week for six months, he's gotten quite skilled for a beginner and it doesn't take long until he's found a chord progression that both boys like.

"Everything okay here?" Mr Hwang, the music teacher, walks by. He's tall and lean, gray strokes decorating his hair. A pair of those "invisible" glasses are placed on the tip of his nose, you know those that have no outline.

"Yeah," Tae answers. "But we don't know what the lyrics are going to be about. Like, we don't wanna get political but it needs to be interesting."

"Well, personally, I like a cheesy love song anyday." Mr Hwang straightens his bow tie. "And if it's good I might even raise your music grade," he winks, "even though technically I'm not allowed to judge you based on club activities. So sing about your pet cat or how much you hate school, heck do I care." He walks away to check up on someone else, leaving the boys alone again.

Jeongguk sighs. "Well I guess we're pretty much obligated to write a cheesy love song now."

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Taehyung opens the door to their mini house, holding it for Jeongguk who bends down to enter. They haven't been there in a little while, and neither has Taesol nor Taekwon, apparently.

"Ah, this needs cleaning..." Taehyung points out as he sees the dusty floor, remembering how his friend is sensitive to dirt and smell.

"It's fine," Jeongguk reassures him, taking a paper from the shelf. The boys lay down on the mattress, the older grabbing a huge book to the rest the paper on and and an ink pen. Jeongguk sighs. "So...lyrics."

"A love song."

"Yep."

"So, Ggukie." Taehyung rolls over onto his stomach, elbows supporting his upper body. "What is love to you?" He asks jokingly, pushing himself closer to the other. But Jeongguk doesn't seem to find it funny; he just looks away, studying a bird outside the window. It's getting dark, so he reaches a hand out, turning on the dim fairy lights that decorate the wooden ceiling. They shine faintly in dark yellow, giving the house—or more like room—a cozy hue to match the woods outside.