Forever Young 영원히 젊은 Park Jimin

Chapter 12: Dinner

I was surprised when I heard the sound of someone playing the piano from inside the practice room. I peeked through the glass window on the door and saw that Jimin-oppa was seated in front of the piano, playing with the keys.

I knocked on the door before entering. Jimin-oppa stood up from his seat and walked towards me.

"Sorry I took so long. That glitter was hard to remove." I apologized. He just laughed as he greeted me with a hug.

"No problem. I didn't wait long." He said. I pulled away from him and walked towards the piano which he had left uncovered.

"So...you play?" I asked. He smiled sheepishly and scratched the back of his neck.

"Not really. Yoongi-hyung just started teaching me."

"Play for me?" I requested. He shook his head.

"I'm not very good."

"Please?" I pleaded, giving him my puppy dog eyes. He chuckled a bit before sitting down on the piano bench.

He began playing a soothing melody. I could see in his face that he was in deep concentration. Sometimes his fingers would slip and he would end up pressing dissonant keys, and sometimes he would slow down a bit. Suddenly he just stopped and turned to me.

"That's all I know for now." He said. I clapped as I moved to sit next to him on the piano bench. He moved a bit to make room for me.

"That was a nice. Is that a new song you guys are working on?" I asked. He raised his shoulders in a shrug.

"I don't know~" he sang. I bumped him with my shoulder playfully before I tried to recreate what he just played.

"You know, it would sound better if you play the octave." I commented as I showed him. I pressed the exact same keys he did but added an eighth to complete the chord.

"Yoongi-hyung does that, but my hands are small." He said as he spread out his hands to show me.

"Well, I can reach it," I explained as I grabbed his wrist and spread my hand against his, "And I think my hands are smaller than yours."

After a few seconds, I realized that our hands were still touching, so I tried to pull away, but then he intertwined his fingers with mine.

"Gotcha." He said jokingly. I giggled at his childishness, hoping that he didn't notice my blush, as I walked to the center of the practice room.

"Um, let's start?"

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"Whew, that was a good run." I said as I lied down on the floor, exhausted. I looked to my right and saw that Jimin-oppa lied down as well.

"You danced well oppa." I complimented him. I was still amazed at how good his technique was, considering he stopped training in this style years ago.

He turned his head to me and shot me a wink.

"Only because my partner is amazing."

We spent a few minutes just lying there and trying to catch our breaths. After a while, we both stood up.

"Well, I guess I'll be going now. It's getting late." Jimin-oppa said. I checked my watch and saw that it was 11:14 PM.

"Wait! Do you want to have dinner first? I did promise that I'll treat you." I offered. He was about to reply when he was cut off by the sound of his growling stomach. I held in my laughter as his face turned red.

"I'm guessing that's a yes." I teased. He chuckled and nodded his head in agreement.

"I'll call the girls to see if they want to come." I said as I took out my phone and called Rosé. It rang a few times before she finally answered.