secrets don't make friends |bts fanfic

fifteen

Yoongi POV

before i could sputter a word, suran's face came vaguely close to mine as we stood face to face on the football field during class.

everyone was watching in a circle, my hands became sweaty, my feet positioned, ready to be embraced by suran.

then she takes a step closer and i close my eyes and brace myself for this moment.

but that's when everything in my world changed.

instead of kissing me, she only pulled me in for a warm bear-hug.

"hello, new boyfriend." she spoke in my ear, as i shivered with amusement.

i watched as jungkook huffed and puffed and walked away from the circle.

proudly, the class cheers around us before mr. gaon steps into the circle.

"now that's what i call psychology class, kids."

**

sitting at the grand piano, i played some keys while daydreaming about suran and i taking long strolls in the park or standing knee-deep in the ocean together.

i wasn't so sure if we were boyfriend and girlfriend yet, but i sure wouldn't mind if she'd confirm it sooner.

and besides, me? with a girl like her?

i wouldn't even stand a chance.

jungkook was right; i am a trash bag.

i'm a lunatic, a freak, a loser, and most importantly, a nerd.

i slammed my fingers on the keys extremely hard before i buried my head into my hands.

all of a sudden im having flashbacks to high school years.

the years when i'd get bullied everyday for playing piano.

if suran ever found out i did, she'd hate me and never talk to me again.

even though i don't see what's wrong with someone playing piano.

mozart and beethoven did it and they got famous for it.

why am i the only one who's being teased?

as soon as i calmed down, i grabbed my backpack that sat besides me and pulled out the piano notes i wrote this morning.

i sat them on the piano panel and began playing.

i closed my eyes and started feeling the music on my own.

after awhile, i wasn't even playing by the notes.

it's like i had a special bond with pianos.

i could sense the keys and compose a song in my head. my emotions were my notes.

whatever i felt like, that's how the song would sound.

i continued the last note and sighed before re-opening my eyes.