Piano Man

Chapter 2

AN: Sorry if the chapters are a bit short at first, I promise they'll get longer as the plot thickens :)) For now, I hope you enjoy! (This book/short story mayyy contain some smut depending on if anyone reads this book, or wants it. Feep free to comment and let me know.)

**Jimin's POV**

The bell rang loudly, startling me and knocking my elbow out from under my chin and my head slammed onto the desk.

Quickly sitting up and rubbing my head, I called out, "Nice to meet you class, and remember, homework tonight is all odd problems 11-55 in your textbook! I'll be checking that tomorrow!".

I heard a few students mutter under their breath as they filed out of the room. I quickly grabbed all the papers off my desk and threw them into my bag before I remembered I was stuck here a while longer.

Deciding to quickly get it over with, I grabbed a chair to stand on and started ripping the old posters off of the walls.

"So did you like it?"

I yelped and nearly fell off my chair.

I turned to look where the voice came from. The thin, pretty looking man from earlier relaxed, leaning against the doorway, smirking slightly at me.

I straightened myself up and patted myself down again.

I coughed slightly.

"Did I like what?" I replied casually, my tongue nearly tripping against the roof of my mouth.

The man straightened up as well, continuing to smirk.

"You're the only one in the school who's ever heard me play" he replied. "I want to know, did you like it?".

I smiled, thinking back to the lovely tune he had played this morning, and suddenly felt guilt for having disturbed his privacy.

"I loved it", I replied honestly. "It sounded so familiar to me, but I don't know why."

The man's mouth slowly changed from a smirk to a wide grin. He stuck out his hand.

"Yoongi", he said. "Some of the others teachers call me Suga though. And of course, Mr. Min to students. I assume you're the new math teacher."

I gaped at him for a minute before realizing he was waiting for my response.

I grinned sheepishly, putting my hand to the back of my head and rubbed it.

"Yes. And I'm Park Jimin" I replied.

"That's it?" He asked.

I laughed. "What do you mean, 'that's it?'. It's my name."

Yoongi leaned in a bit closer.

"Oh? So no nickname then, cutie?"

I blushed furiously, feeling the tips of my ears redden.

"Well, I mean... I guess my friends call me ChimChim?"

Yoongi laughed loudly, bending over to catch his breath, and looked up again smiling widely from ear to ear.

"That's so cute" he gasped, still holding his stomach from giggling. "Alright ChimChim, I look forward to seeing you tomorrow."

With that, Yoongi sauntered out of the room, and disappeared.

I looked around the room, still shocked from the encounter. Was that actually the man from this morning? He seemed to quiet and stern this morning.

I rolled his name over my tongue, quietly mouthing the name Yoongi. It felt so good on my tongue.

I shook all thoughts of him from my head, and decided to just pack up. Cleaning the classroom could wait for another day. I really needed a nap.

I closed the door behind me, and locked all thoughts about work and Yoongi behind in the classroom. It could wait for another day.