Eight is Fate (Stray Kids Soulmate & School AU)

Don't Worry About us Leaving You, Hana

I.N's POV

Holding Hana's hand, I lead her to our piano class. I notice how tingly my arm feels...it's really nice. I'm curious if this is a sign of a potential soulmate. My heart flutters at the idea of a soulmate: Someone to call my very own. However, my mind floated back to when Hana was introduced to all of Stray Kids: They all looked at her with intense interest and passion as if they are all feeling this sort of connection with her. But, if I'm feeling like this, it should be only me.

"Why isn't piano class as popular as something like guitar when you're in it?" Hana asks quietly, snapping me from my thoughts.

My cheeks turn a light pink at the indirect compliment to my social status. It's insane how much this girl is impacting me; this has to mean something.

"You have to audition to get into this class because you have to be at a certain skill level to be considered. Most students who wanted to get into this class couldn't because of a skill issue. Did you audition as well?"

Hana nodded her head sharply once. "I submitted a video about a month ago and received an email I was accepted. How many people are in the class?"

We arrive at the front of the classroom and Hana glances in taking in the endless rows of luxury keyboards.

"Why don't you see for yourself?"

She steps into the classroom, absorbing the new-found environment. I send her a reassuring look as I sit at my assigned keyboard. Hana continues to stand by the doorway, waiting for instruction from our teacher. I keep a keen eye on her, making sure no one harms her in any way.

Not soon enough, the bell rings to signal the class beginning and our teacher then makes her arrival at the classroom. I sigh in relief when I realize that Hana will have no issues in this class; Our teacher is extraordinary and will allow Hana a "Rest and Learn" period for about a week or so.

Once she enters the room and scans the small space, she locks her eyes with Hana and her face lights up.

"Oh!" She exclaimed, clasping her hands together. "You must be the new student I heard about!"

"Yes," Hana responded quietly with a gentle nod. "My name is Hana, it is lovely meeting you."

"I'm Mrs. Hanuel and will be your piano teacher for the remainder of the semester. Please find yourself a seat with one of your classmates for the rest of the week. By next Monday, you should have your own keyboard. I'm sorry for the inconvenience."

"It's not an issue," Hana quietly confirmed, bowing her head.

Hana then scanned the room, locking eyes with me. Tingles shoot up and down my spine as our eye contact grows. She silently begs me to allow her to sit with me for the week, and who am I to say no? I nod my head and scoot myself toward the edge of my chair (It was more of a stool but whatever) gesturing for her to sit down.
I saw as she gripped her backpack out of anxiety as she embarked towards the back of the classroom and towards me. Once she sat down, the tingles really got to me. The chair wasn't large by any means, but it fits both of us barely. Our elbows were pressed together and our shoulders were touching as well.

"I can try to find another chair," Hana mumbled under her breath, her eyes fixated on the keyboard in front of us.

"Yeah, maybe you should," I responded. I didn't want her to stop touching me, but the warmth and excitement I felt while touching her were too much. I just wanted to kiss her then and there.

"Start with warmups, everyone," Mrs. Hanuel announced.

Hana stood up, in search of another stool while I began fluttering my fingers on the keys to begin my warmup. The warmup was insanely easy and all muscle memory, therefore, my mind (and eyes) wandering to Hana. She located another chair and made her embark back to me. A proud smile spread across her lips as we locked eyes, and the fluttering of my heart grew louder.