imagine this | day6 drabbles

"I'M SERIOUS, MY EYES SAY THAT I LIKE YOU, WHY DON'T YOU FEEL IT?"

i furrowed my eyebrows, tempted to smash some keys of the piano in front of me. i inhaled and exhaled deeply, trying not to get frustrated by the song i was going to perform at the talent show in a few months, btob's "missing you". i tried to play the piece again, only to miss a note midway through the first verse. i sighed, getting up and stretching. by the look of the sky, it was about 1 in the morning. i rubbed the sleepiness out of my eyes, sighing as i looked out the window of the penthouse my parents owned. they had it up for rent, so it was basically like an apartment. yeah, my parents were wealthy, but i still felt empty inside. art in general helped me get through the loneliness, so i decided to major in music at a small college in florida.

    "hey, i heard you having trouble playing that piece of yours," i jumped as i heard a soft voice emerge in the direction of the door. i turned around quickly, a hint of sheepishness on my face. i had never seen him before, so i assumed that he just rented a room.

    "yeah, i have to play it for a talent show," i said, sighing. i looked closer at him, noting the bags under his eyes and his tired expression.

    "anyway, what's your name?" i asked him, getting up from the piano bench. i stared deeper into his raven black eyes, curious as to what they hold.

    "i'm wonpil. i just moved here from north carolina," he said. i glanced at the case he had strapped over his shoulder.

    "i'm y/n. is the instrument in that case perhaps a keyboard?" i asked him. i was hoping he would say yes and help me with the song.

    "yeah, it is. i heard you struggling with the piano and wanted to see if you needed help," he answered.

"yeah, the song is pretty hard to play. i would appreciate some help, but it seems like you haven't slept in days so you should get some rest," i looked at him, an odd feeling of concern directed to wonpil, a stranger i barely know.

"it's fine, i can handle a few more hours of being awake," he smiled. a slight blush appeared on my face.

"alright, let's go!" i exclaimed feeling full of energy. i sat back on the piano bench, making space for wonpil to sit. he sat down and started explaining the nature of the piece. i was amazed at how much he knew about playing piano; surely, he was a professional. i watched as he demonstrated the piece, awed by his skill at sight reading. i positioned my hands on the piano, stifling a yawn.

"wrong position," he simply said. i turned beet red as he re-positioned my fingers, his fingers softly brushing mine. if wonpil noticed, he didn't react. I started to play the piece, my face still slightly red. as i finished, wonpil clapped softly. he gave me a few key points that i could improve and announcing that he was going to sleep. i said goodnight to him and once he walked out of the door, i smiled to myself.