Collection of GOT7 One-Shots (xReader)

Music Interventions (Youngjae)

When you signed up for a weekly musical therapy-albeit begrudgingly because your family doctor just couldn't figure out what was wrong with you, and this was his only idea you couldn't dismiss entirely-you had expected your therapist to be a middle-aged woman playing the piano and urging you to sing nursery rhymes with her. You went to the little recreational centre where they hold the therapies in small groups. You took the late afternoon schedule because you still work in the morning.

On the first day, you found yourself in a classroom with only four other people. There were two old ladies, who you're convinced after two weeks were only there to listen to the therapist's soothing voice. There was also a child who just got out of surgery and was having a hard time sleeping without listening to calming music. The remaining person was the child's mother. You figured the method wasn't one most people use when they're only stressed like you. They probably feel really troubled, or have a lot of free time, to think of signing up here. Or maybe the morning and afternoon session have better numbers.

With low to nothing expectations, you were greeted with the most pleasant surprise when a man entered the room and for some reasons, brought light in. You didn't want to look too long, guessing that he's here because he's the therapist's son or one of the grannies' grandson. He sat in front though, on the little stool different from the bean bags provided for the attendees. Everyone turned to him.

"Hello everyone! I'm Choi Youngjae, your music therapist."

It was the only thing that kept you going for the next weeks. Choi Youngjae and his angelic voice calmed all the thoughts in your head and helped you sleep better at night. Your workmates even said you've became kinder. You were sure you wouldn't be able to be friends with the old ladies always talking animatedly beside you, but you even brought them oat cookies on the fifth session. You treated the little girl and her mother for ice cream when you found out on the seventh week that they wouldn't be coming back anymore.

It was magic, really. How did he do that? With his piano and voice, he was able to change you for the better. Although, you still feel flustered whenever his attention turns to you, especially when you two meet gazes after he finishes a song or he shakes your hand before you leave. Somehow, he heightened your self-consciousness, which was the very reason you needed the therapy. It just gave you reason to keep attending. You wouldn't mind listening to him until you figure out what really was wrong with you.

"Hi. Have a seat," Sir Youngjae, you insisted on calling him, gestured on the beanbag closest to him.

Timidly, you settled across him. You've never been alone with him, aiming to go home as soon as possible because the session usually ends around dinner time. Ironically, the small room felt suffocating with no other people around.

Youngjae smiled as he turned to you fully, sitting on his piano stool with legs apart. "I asked you to stay because I want to discuss something with you."

Your heart raced. Is it about how the attendees are gradually decreasing, with one of the older ladies saying goodbye today, leaving only two participants unless someone else joins next week? Were you going to be merged with the morning or afternoon class? Or perhaps, he noticed how the sessions aren't working, so he would suggest that you go find something else to help? No, you hoped that's not it. This was the only highlight of your week, to see and hear Sir Youngjae.

Wait, what if it's about that? What if he noticed how you've started making an effort to look good or the heart eyes you couldn't help but give when he's focused on playing the piano? What if he heard how you sigh dreamily whenever he smiles? Did one of the old ladies tell him you once blurted that he's also really hot when they were talking about how good his voice was? Oh God.