When I entered the classroom I always took piano lessons in, I saw Taemin already sitting on the broad piano bench alone, his arms crossed on the wooden lid that covered the claviature before we started playing on it. We weren't allowed to open it before our teacher came in - she was afraid we could possibly destroy something in her absence making her pay for it in the end. I guess she never really listened whenever we told her that we weren't in our rebellious-teen-phase anymore - but since we had no intention to annoy her whatsoever, we kept the lid closed until she joined us.

"Annyeong", I greeted the older boy, "how come you're so early? You're ruining my self-image." He took his gaze away from the window that he had focused on the moment before I came in and smiled at me. I loved the way he smiled. The golden summer afternoon sun that shone upon him from across the room made his smooth facial features stand out and I had no choice but to in every glimpse of the moment. I know it sounds stupid as only things I say can sound, but I loved to think that right now, he smiled for only me. For me, the girl who had fallen in love with him after our first piano lesson. And as far as I know myself, the girl who would never tell him about that.

After all, I was perfectly happy just being here with him.