"It may be unbearable when the one you love is not by your side for more than a second needed."

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You make your way through the street, evading people on their way to work, wandering towards the mini music school.

As you push open the door, you are submerged by the inexplicable isolation you feel.

Joo isn't here.

Idiot! He's not dead, Sang.

You waddle to the piano studio, silence crushing you. You flip the light switch and go and perch on the chair. You sigh at the non-existent laughs and loud voice. You lazily, sadly glance over at the chair next to you meant for the co-teacher. Where Joo was.

And where he isn't, and will not be.

There'll be someone else. It's fine!

You shoot back up on your chair, suddenly alert. Your memory of yesterday's text conversation floods fast into your head. The picture. Red hair. The new co-teacher.

As if summoned by your thoughts, the speaker starts to make some din. After some more noises, which you assume to be taps on the microphone, the manager, Ms Seo Joanne, speaks through it.

"Ms Sang Hee, please report to the office."

Your heart rate picks up.

You have been to the office many times, and you weren't the type to panic over everything. But this time it was different.

The feeling that engulfs at the moment reminds of you of when you are called to sectional head/principal's office at school, or when the teacher requests you to come to see her in the interval.

Against your will, your feet draw you to the direction of the office, your mind dreading the impending danger. For some reason you feel fearful, you feel heavy. You sense uncertainty. You sense danger.

You stop in your tracks, the door to the office a metre away.

Deep breaths.

Exhaling, you push the door open.

It isn't like you imagined the situation to be. It isn't like you imagined the surroundings to be. It isn't how you imagined the atmosphere to be. 

Instead of the darkness you expected, the curtains are open, light shimmering through the glass. You note that the office was newly painted, and substituting the dull grey that usually covered it, is a warm and creamy white.

You glance at the grinning manager, and break into a smile, unable to remain expressionless at her cheerfulness.

"Sang Hee, how are you doing, dear?" She asks, her smile still spread across her features warmly.

You nod your head.

"Good, thank you."

She stands up from her chair and she motions to a person next to her you didn't notice before.

"Sang Hee, this your new co-teacher. An experienced young man, who you'll be working with."

The person takes a few starts and walks slowly towards you. He stops quite close, leaving a respectful distance between the two of you and looks at you for more than essential. You recognize him instantly, from the photo Joo sent you yesterday.

Only this time he was real, standing before you. And you have to admit he is quite a sight. 

Your eyes quickly skim over him, trying to leave no impression that you checked him out.

He wears black deck shoes, polished to perfection, reflecting the light that hit it. His black office trousers cover his legs, the cloth pressed against his skin at his thighs. His white shirt is free of wrinkles, and you gape at how small his waist was. His black tie is knotted with expertise.

Why is he dressed so formally?

Maybe cause it's his first day?

You finally let your eyes settle on his face.

His features are surprisingly soft in comparison to his suit.

His face is soft, cheeks glistening as a result of the light falling on him. His chin and jawline are sharp but made his face resembles more of a boy in his teens. His eyes shine and hold the sparkle that stars do on a clear, warm night.

His lips are the colour of a pink rose; plump with the softness resulted from lip balm generously put over them.

He leans in. A small movement that would probably be unnoticeable from where Ms Joanne stands. His eyes never leave yours, and you don't try to break the eye contact. He opens his mouth slightly.

"It's rude to stare,"'he says huskily, the volume just enough for you to hear, but not to the oblivious manager behind you.

He straightens up. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.

"Hello, Sang Hee," he says, his voice normal. But not normal. Familiar.

He extends his hand. 

You continue to stare until he lets out a small cough. Then smiles.

You shake his hand.

The sparks that bolt through your body at that moment, whizzing from your fingers to the rest of your body should have given you the warning. But you are too stupid to realize. He smiles again.

"I'm Park Jimin." 

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A/N: Hi.

Anyways, byeee.. hehe