Different (BTS x Reader)

Chapter 7- Weekends

It was finally the weekend -- no more dealing with Yoona. Surprisingly, that girl didn't do anything drastic to you, along with a few boys in the grade to stay away from you. You didn't care. You had other friends outside of school -- real friends, you were sure.

"What to do..?" You whispered as your fingers grazed over the smooth, white walls.

Your uncle had taken you with him to the building since he had work to do. He didn't exactly want to leave you alone in his home since he was a little paranoid that you would do somthing sneaky. You were told the boys weren't there, but you didn't mind -- you had some peace to do your homework. Although now, boredom was taking over. You had already finished the written part. You didn't even know where the boys stayed, so you obviously couldn't visit them, besides, it's not like your uncle would let you out of the building this time in the evening.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you felt a door at the tips of your fingers. The door creaked open and you just stepped inside. There was a piano in it, along with a coffee table with a book on it and a love seat. You quietly walked towards the table and peaked into the open book.

Pi ttam nunmul...

"What the hell does that mean?"

You looked at the piano and raised an eyebrow. 'Pi' meant blood -- you knew that. Whoever wrote that must be really into murder. You cringed in disgust and went to the piano. There were sheet notes laying against it, making you take a seat and try to play each key. You weren't fast at all -- you were going at a small pace, since it took you a while to figure the keys out.

"What are you doing here?"

The sudden low voice made you press the wrong key accidentally, before turning around.

"A-Ah... Yoongi. Sorry, I was-"

"Get out."

You gasped at his sudden order as he continued to give you a blank stare. He knew what he said to Jimin the other day, but you had to put your nose into his business. He then let out a sigh, contemplating whether he should be nice to you. He realized he was being a little too harsh; besides, he did leave the door open.

"Rude..." You whispered in English before looking up, "I'll just... come back later, then..."

You stood up from the seat and started to walk toward the door. Suga bit his lip, watching you walk away. Should he let you stay? He clenched his fists and let out a shaky sigh before uttering these words, "Can you play?"

"What?"

The sudden change in Suga's voice made you stop in your tracks. Was he bipolar or something? You raised an eyebrow and turned around to look at the idol. He looked like he was waiting for your answer. That was a delightful change of athmosphere.

"I uhm..." You cleared your throat. "I used to, but I stopped. So I... forgot everything."

Suga bit the inside of his lip, and clenched his jaw. The others told him you were nice -- all positive things. Jimin seemed to be the only one who had a problem with you, but that was his immaturity acting. He was actually going to give you a chance.

"You should have kept practicing," He said walking past you, towards the instrument.

"Yeah, then I would have actually been able to play that song well..."

He had looked over the sheet notes he left on the piano, and a smile twitched at the side of his lips. You were funny and you never lingered on certain things for too long. He couldn't believe how patient you were being with him, even after he was so rude to you.