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about a month had past and this guy would still text me, and i didn't know why.
and i didn't really know anything about him either, other than his name was "suga" which was more of a nickname to me.
he would always ask how i was doing, or what i was doing. it was actually pretty nice to talk to him though, he listened.
and he never judged.
i picked up my guitar case, walking all the way to school. speaking of school, my professors began to worry about me. apparently my grades had changed "drastically."
i wonder who's to blame.
i walked into the music room, playing guitar was more of a hobby than a passion to me. i always came to the music room after my classes.
"yerin! did you see the cute new boy who goes here now?" one of the girls, grace, beamed to me.
grace was kind of short, with red curly hair and glasses. she gave me hippie vibes.
"what about him?" i asked as i strummed a few notes.
"he majors in music and psychology, and he plays piano! he should be here soon."
i laughed, "how do you know whether he's coming or not?"
"i've been studying him for a couple of days. he's kinda like you, always comes in at the end of the day. and he just plays piano non stop."
i shook my head, "he can't be that cute."
"you'd be surprised miss yerin wang." she said before skipping over to her flute.
i chuckled lightly before turning my attention back to the strings.
i heard the door to the room open, and a few girls gasp.
i looked up to see the boy grace had been talking about.
he had jet black hair, a few strands covering his eyes, and earrings that dangled just above his shoulders. his face was soft yet intimidating when straight, grace was right.
he was cute.
he didn't really talk to anybody, he just sat at the piano and began to play.
he was a good piano player too, his fingers moved gracefully over the keys and his body had this aura.
even from across the room, i was intrigued.
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the day had came to an end, i was the last person to leave the music room, i always was. the music teacher had even given me a key.
i walked to the front of the campus, home wasn't a long way so i always walked to school.
as i began to walk, the smell of cigarettes lingered in the air, making me queasy. and the more i kept walking, the more the smell began to grow.
in the distance i had seen a figure, and smoke floating above the figure's head. when i got closer, i discovered it was the boy who played piano smoking.
i sighed to myself as i watched him inhale then exhale, he's killing his lungs. and to think that was me in his place not too long ago.
he exhaled lastly before throwing the cigarette butt on the ground and stepping on it with his shoe and walking away.
suga hey
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