Dinner went well, till it didn't. Several times during the meal, Jin grins as he catches Yoongi and you sneaking glances at each other. This time, Jin almost chokes on a mouthful of food as you and Yoongi simultaneously glance at each other, eyebrows shooting up, and cheeks suddenly tingeing pink. Your eyes lock before quickly dropping back to your plates.

Jin coughs as if clearing his throat, and continues eating while you both are now totally focused on the food on your plates. Jin thinks with a barely perceptible grin, "Oh, yeah, these two are definitely attracted to each other."

Absentmindedly, Yoongi pushes his food around on his plate. I wonder what's for dessert. He sneaks another glance at you, his tongue just starting to swipe across his lower lip. He caught you looking at him! Your eyes lock for a moment, and he briefly smirks before you both drop your eyes back to your plates. I think I found dessert.

Oh my God, he's staring at me... idiot, you're staring at him. Feeling your face heat with a blush, you quickly break eye contact and look down at your plate. When he smirks at you, your heart does a little flip. That smirk, along with the way he plays with his tongue... Why does he have to look so cute!?

You stab a carrot with your chopsticks, frustrated. Just as you're about to put the carrot in your mouth, you hear your brother choking back a snicker. Seeing the grin spread across his face, your eyes narrow in suspicion. What is he up to?

Jin feels he needs to break the silence around the table; it's clear everyone is finished eating. He clears his throat, catches your and Yoongi's attention, and you look at your brother. Jin says, "Don't worry about the dishes, I'll get them later. We'll have dessert in the music room." 

You lay your napkin down and push your chair in. Your head jerks up when you hear what your brother is asking Yoongi.

"So, Yoongi, did you know that Jian can play the piano?" Your brother smiles at you before turning back to Yoongi as he leads him into the music room.

"No, I didn't know," Yoongi replies, glancing back at you before turning back to your brother.

You reluctantly follow them, your stomach churning as you feel like it wants to toss up dinner. Please don't ask me to play, please don't ask me to...

"Jian, will you play your new piece? I'm sure Yoongi would love to hear it," your brother says, turning to Yoongi. 'Wouldn't you Yoongs?"

"Uh, sure," He replies, giving you a look that seems more sympathetic than one of pity.

You hope it's sympathy for being put on the spot, rather than pity for having to listen to you play.

"Um, I actually have some papers to grade, if you'll excuse me," you say, smiling at your brother and Yoongi, before turning to leave.

"Please play for me." Yoongi's softly pleading voice stops you in your tracks, and you feel your heart flip again; his voice is like a warm spring breeze embracing your body.

Jin walks up to you, putting his arm around your shoulder, propelling you towards the piano. You whisper to him, "Jin, no, please. It's not finished yet."

He whispers back, "Play what you have. He may be an algebra teacher, but he's also a music enthusiast. He may be able to give you some fresh ideas."

You reach the piano, and Jin opens the fallboard that protects the keys. You pull the stool out and sit down. Yoongi stands beside the piano near you as Jin leans against it, waiting for you to play. It feels like you're back taking piano lessons under the scrutiny of your cold piano teacher, Mrs. Imma Killem.

Your hands rest lightly over the keys, and just before you play, you release a soft puff of air through your lips as your fingers touch the keys. You're unaware that Yoongi's eyes are focused on your lips as you did so. You begin playing, and every so often, your brother tries to speak, but Yoongi shushes him by holding up his hand.

As always, you get lost in your music. When you finish playing, your eyes are still closed, and your hands are resting in your lap as you let the last lingering notes of your music play in your head. Suddenly, you feel someone sit beside you. Opening your eyes, you expect to see your brother, Jin, but you're surprised to see Yoongi sitting there beside you, flexing his fingers.

"Do you know this song?" he begins playing a few bars and stops to look at you. You smile and nod.

"Yes, I do," you reply softly, being a little bit shy with him sitting so close to you.

"Play it with me?" His voice once again envelopes you in warmth. You position your hands over the black and white keys as he does, and you nod. Halfway through the song, neither of you notices that your brother has quietly slipped out of the room.

https://youtu.be/b-h2CViLrAI

Several times, your fingers almost brush against each other. You wonder if he feels the tingling sensation, as if your fingers are being drawn to each other? Stop it! It's just nerves and your imagination.

He wonders if you feel the magnetic pull of his hand, wanting to entwine with yours. YAH! Stop, this is crazy thinking.

The song ends, and you both sit there in silence that is only broken when your brother walks in carrying a tray with drinks and slices of cake.

You quickly rise and help your brother set things on the little table in front of the couch. Jin smiles, noticing that your cheeks are slightly flushed. He grins. It's not so hard to play matchmaker.

While eating dessert, the three of you discuss school and upcoming events. You and Yoongi talk about some of the mischief a few of your students get into. It appears that a mutual student, Jungkook, is very familiar with mischief and visits to the principal's office.

Jin defends Jungkook, saying, "He's a good kid, just a little ADHD. Very talented in many facets of studies, such as art, music, and chorus." 

Your brother seems rather proud of Jungkook. He must be one of your brother's favorites. Taehyung and Jimin are your favorites. You tilt your head as you glance at Yoongi, wondering if he has any favorite students, and if so, who they would be.

Yoongi responds to your brother, "That may be, but when it comes to algebra, one would swear he wishes it never existed. He tries every class to get out of doing it, saying no one uses it in everyday life."

You claim meekly, "The struggle is real. Give me letters, words, essays, and music, and I'm happy, but you give me numbers tangled up with letters in math equations, and my brain turns to mush. I've never been good with math." Your brother already knows how bad it is for you, having spent countless hours helping you with homework during your high school and college years.

Yoongi notices the time and stands up, telling you and your brother, "I lost track of time. Thank you for dinner, and Jian, thank you for sharing your music with me and joining me on the piano. I truly enjoyed myself tonight."

Jin and Yoongi chat on the way to the door, and you follow behind. When you reach the door, you open it, waiting for Yoongi to go through.

He pauses after telling your brother he would see him tomorrow and leans closer to you, saying, "If you need any tutoring in math, I'm available."

Teasing, you say, "Oh no, no," and you laugh, "I've served my time in required math, thank you very much." He steps outside, chuckling, and turns back.

"I am available," he says as he smirks and walks away to his car.

You stand there watching him in mild surprise. Did he just let you know he's available, as in his status is 'single'?

You turn from the door, closing it behind you. You lean on the door for a few minutes thinking of what Yoongi said, and you call out, "Jin! Jin, where are you? We need to talk!"

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