I walked through the halls after giving Hoseok his little math homework session.

It was pretty hot in the halls, making me push my sleeves up and let the few buttons of my dress shirt loose.

It was end of school anyway, no one would mind if I wasn't wearing my uniform properly.

Blazer tied to my waist as usual and knee high socks lost somewhere in the debts of my school bag, my indoor shoes were getting a little sweaty and I could already feel the blisters at the back of my heals for not wearing any socks.

I tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, my black and slightly wavy hair, starting to fall out of my messy bun.

As I was making my way to the exit painfully I stopped whilst hearing the soft music of a piano.

My head turned towards the music room, and I remembered Piano boy.

Min Yoongi was it?

I stayed silent a few minutes, enjoying the way he played.
It was melody I didn't quite know, though I had gone through a lot of classical music when I learned violin and a lot of pop music when Seokjin taught me guitar.

I quietly opened the door and slipped inside, unfortunately as soon as I did, a very loud mistake rung through the room.

"Sorry for disturbing." I said as I smiled cheekily.

"Oh. Song Yujin-ssi." He said, looking over to me with his dark eyes.

"Yujin is fine."

I smiled yet again and closed the door behind me, looking at the music room in all it's glory.

It looked like a pretty basic classroom, a dusty black board and a rows of windows on opposite of the door.

There were no more chairs and tables though, only one dusty couch under the board, the small piano on the other side of the room and a few instruments scattered around.

I noticed a guitar against the the coutch, and an old violin in one of the glass shelves.

I let my bag drop to the floor, plopping down on the surprisingly confortable couch. I sat cross legged, making sure my skirt fell over my legs correctly.

I kicked my shoes off, reveiling a faint blister.

"You plan on staying." Yoongi, who had been watching my actions from the piano, asked.

"Yeah. Don't worry I won't make too much noise." I said.

He nodded, before looking down to my sore feet.

"Why the hell don't you wear your socks?" He asked.

"Because it's way too hot."

"You should wear them. Guys will look at you if you get too undressed." He said flatly, turning back to his piano.

I scoffed, looking down at my slightly taned legs.

"Why would anyone want to look at me? Guys don't see me as I woman."

***

You're weird.