piano lessons ⤖ a bts horror story.

03.

The same old conversation every morning. Except for today.

"I'm sorry about your piano." My father said, sitting in the same place he usually does every time I'm near him. My mornings are usually this dull.

"Don't worry dad. Someone's saved my career." 

He smiled weakly. "That's great, honey," ... "Look. I heard you talking to Kihyun again and..." 

"Yeah, dad. My meds aren't working anymore."

"We don't have any-"

"Yeah. Kihyun isn't all that bad. He's just... I don't know. He's okay."

My dad smiled with relief. "Bye, sweetie."

I nodded and shoved bacon into my mouth. Bus is here.

time skip 

The teacher called on me.

Ack! I was daydreaming again!

I silently walked up to the front, and surprisingly, Kihyun was sitting in the front. He usually sits in the empty desk beside it.

Okay, just play it cool.

"Mrs. Riddle, could you please repeat the question?" I said calmly.

She did.

Okay, who ever started saying that Asians are good at math obviously doesn't know any Asian people.

I answered correctly.

One of the girls glared at me.

I sat back down.

My next class is with Yoongi. Honestly, I'm scared. I want to be his friend. He seems nice, but that picture of us really blew up.

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yo I know it was short but once again it's late and my yoongi axx is tired lol bye I'll upload soon