Piano Man

Chapter 1

**Jimin's POV**

I let out a huge yawn, slinging my bag over my shoulder and walked out to my car, making sure to shut the door behind me. Fuck this.

It’s only my first day as a teacher and I learn I have to be at the school by 6:30 every morning. It’s required of all teachers, but it doesn’t make it any less frustrating. I’m leaving even earlier today since I still need to set up my classroom and figure out a lesson plan.

I let a puff of air out and watch it linger in the cold air of the car and reluctantly start the car. I can feel my nerves vibrating throughout my body, and I try to slow my heart rate and focus on the road.

Man.

It’s gonna be a long day.

I unlock the door and luckily the door opens with ease. The hallways echo the sound of my breathing and footsteps back at me as I lug my bags down the hallway. I wonder if anyone is even at the school yet. Probably not.

It takes me a good 20 minutes to finally locate my room in the gigantic, empty building. I throw my stuff down on the table, and take a good look around the room. I notice all of the papers on the floor, the posters leaning off the walls, and the general disarray of the room and sigh. This could take a while.

I grab my coffee off my desk sit down, and take a long sip. Then another. Before I have time to think about anything, I hear another pair of footsteps and take a sharp breath. I breathe out as the steps pass by, and seemingly enter the next room. I am about to start shuffling through my papers when I hear a single note play in the next room.

Immediately my head shoots up. The notes continue to flow and their sound spills into the hallway for me to hear. Their sound is shameless, confident. I decide to quietly get a better look and creep into the hallway and quickly peek into the room.

Sitting at the piano, surrounded by a variety of other instruments, is a thin man with mint green hair and a soft, gentle looking face. He closes his eyes as his slender fingers sweep and glide over the keys. I can't put my finger on the melody but it seems familiar to me. I can't stop staring at the man. As he plays, the lines on his face begin to fade and his face smooth out. 

Suddenly his eyes shoot open, immediately meeting mine and staring. I quickly start and jump back and into my classroom, quickly pulling closed the door behind me.

My class is next to the music room? That man must be the music teacher. I run my hand through my hair and realize my heart is still racing and my cheeks are warm. I sit down at my desk and glare at the stack of papers still on my desk. Running my hand through my hair again I sigh.

It's really gonna be a long day.