Scene I.

Inside the school building, Jungkook sat at the bench of a piano, playing some melodies the headmaster had put in front of him. He tried to concentrate his best on the music sheets but couldn’t help but look the way of a boy entering through the front door. He couldn’t believe how unusually beautiful the boy appeared to him, his light brown hair that covered his ears and slightly his eyes, his fairly small nose, and lips that seemed to fit perfectly in his sculpted face.

Something Jungkook couldn’t help but notice was how empty his eyes looked. They were a dark brown, just as a lot of others eyes were, but with sort of a faded film layering the color. Jungkook hadn’t notice he stopped playing until the headmaster slammed his hand atop the cover of the piano. Jungkook shook out of his trance and continued to play the same melody again (of course, while sneaking glances at the boy). Fortunately enough, his practice was over as the boy began to stand.

Jungkook cleaned up the papers faster than he ever did before, as well as picking up his bottle of pills. He quickly walked out the room, just as the boy approached the room. Their shoulders lightly brushed against each other, and at the same time, Jungkook had put a pill in his mouth to mask the content expression that took place on his face. Jungkook scanned over the boy’s structure; his shoulders weren’t necessarily broad, but at a perfect size. He was only slightly taller than Jungkook, yet Jungkook felt as if he was practically towering over him. He had a skinny figure, loose clothes hung on him, as if he didn’t even bother checking the size of what the clothes was. Jungkook never really liked it when people did that, he believed it almost gave a lazy appearance, yet he found himself still staring at the boy, almost like he was going to turn around at any second and talk to him, notice him.

Once again, his thoughts were interrupted by the headmaster roughly grabbing his arm and pulling him towards the next practice room he needed to attend.

Scene II.

    It was the next day, Jungkook didn’t really pay attention to the rest of the classes yesterday. He couldn’t help but wonder what the name of the boy might be, and he was wondering how he was going to approach the boy. So far all his ideas consisted of him coincidentally spilling or dropping something in front of the boy to grab his attention. His hands shook as he played the piano, he couldn’t tell it was because it was excited to see the boy again, or whether it was because he was nervous to try to gain his attention. Within the last five minutes of his practice, he saw the boy again, at the same place.

Today he wore a baggy grey hoodie, as well as ripped jeans that made him look smaller than he was. As demeaning as it was to admit, Jungkook absolutely loved the boy’s outfit. Each minute was haunting Jungkook, and the boy sat there, innocently playing with the holes in his jeans. As if he knew the power he had over Jungkook even while he was just simply playing around with his clothes.

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