Twist of Fate | BTS fanfiction

⚜️2⚜️ - Someone Out There

Long fingers glided gently across the white piano keys as if wandering and seeking something. Jungkook's empty eyes stared at nothing as his fingers moved on their own, putting together a melancholic melody. The dream was already forgotten, but it wasn't at the same time. Its traces still stirring his heart.

Someone plopped down on the piano keys, making a cacophony of grating noises, and he flinched.

"Hey, Kookie," the girl purred, inviting him with her not-so-subtle sensual gaze as it slid down to his half exposed chest. "You play piano like a professional, it's so amazing. You're so good with your fingers." She leaned forward to his ear slowly, making sure his eyes captured the valleys between her chest before whispering, "You can play my body like this piano, too. See what notes I can hit."

Before her hand could make contact with his skin beneath his shirt, making shivers run down his spine, a sharp slap shocked everyone, making all heads turn to the professor.

"Miss Kim, I humbly request you to get up from this precious piano and remove your dirty skirt off the snow white keys," the music professor gritted out, wearing an obvious fake smile. "And take your flirting somewhere outside. The only flirting allowed in my class is with musical instruments."

"Excuse me?" The girl shot up and fixed her mini-skirt. "Miss Min, this skirt is Gucci."

"Just for your information, this piano costs more than your whole wardrobe," the professor sassed, leaving her scoffing in disbelief. "Everyone, if you don't respect school property, you are free to drop out. Less headache for me."

Jungkook watched the girl storm off while the others whispered among themselves, snickering and probably making fun of her getting scolded. He disliked when something like this happened, which was too often, but somehow, he enjoyed it. There was something about straightforward approaches like this that he was unconsciously seeking. Was it the attention? Was it the tension? He could never grasp what and why.

"Jeon."

He straightened up and looked at the professor with round eyes. "Yes, Miss Min?"

She could tell what he was thinking. She thought that maybe she was intuitive or could simply read people well or even psychic. She could have never guessed that the remnants of a past life were such a peculiar thing.

In her thirty years of living, she met Jungkook's type a handful of times, but put a distance between them for a good reason. 'Men can be such trash', she would think before drawing a line. A very necessary line.

"Jeon, please button up. You're not here to perform despacito or something, are you?"

"N-No, ma'am," he stammered and immediately fumbled with his buttons. "I'm sorry."

"Even if you don't unbutton, girls are lining up for you, don't worry," she joked and walked away.

"But I'm not trying to... girls..." His voice died out and a sigh followed. He just grew more comfortable with loose fitting clothes and showing skin as years passed by. He didn't have any other motives but it didn't translate well, he noted.

His phone vibrated in his pocket and he took it out to see a message.

"This cafe is so cute! Wanna hang out here when you're free?" A girl from one of his classes texted him with a link attached. Not long ago, she got his contact and now she was already inviting him for a subtle date.

His eyebrows drew together as he agonized over a simple message. It could be a simple hangout, but his past experiences told him otherwise. He wasn't looking for anything for now, growing tired of short-lived flings. He was craving for depth. Something like...