Bts // One Shots

Mr.Park

I chose to take music as that's the only thing I can really get a kick out of in life. It's so much more than a hobby. I would normally put my self down in things and say whatever I did was crap but music is the only thing I can confidently say I'm really good at and be proud of. 

I take a seat at the back of the class. I enjoy music but that doesn't mean I'm going to become a social butterfly and sit up front. I notice the teacher at the front writing something on the board. I can't see his face but I can see he has red hair, it looks so soft. With his tight long sleeved button up shirt you can see he is toned and has a nice figure. I look down to my book, sure he's good looking but who cares. I shouldn't stare. I glance around the class and the other girls seem to be eyeing up sir. I'm not going to mix with them. I start to draw doodles on the front of my book as Sir clears his throat. 

"I'm Mr.Park and I'll be teaching you music this year." I glance at him. He's handsome as well, quite the package. The girls in the class which take up over 70% of the population in the room are going to try and get his attention for sure. I look back to my book and continue to draw. Sir starts to talk and I listen taking notes. The girls giggle amongst themselves. I suppose they only took this lesson because they want to be pop stars or they knew he'd be teaching us. 

"I want you to use the program on your laptops to make some music. Any genre but it has to be around three minutes long. Lyrics aren't necessary but you can if you want to, however, you only have this lesson to complete it." I was hoping he would ask us to do this, "I think how you express yourself in music can really define a person so I want to get to know you all a little better with what you make. So please do this separately as an individual task. Email me with your final pieces." Girls get up from their seats and group together talking about everything but music. Do they even know how to do this? I roll my eyes and get out my laptop. 

It doesn't take me long to get a good beat and then I add everything else for depth. I think this actually has a lot of potential. It inspires me to make lyrics as I still have some time left in lesson. I only make an opener but after combing through my work and saying the words under my breath to the song making sure it all fits, I'm pleased. My eyes glance over to Sir and I'm shocked to see his eyes already on me. He doesn't look away so I look down blushing. How long had he been watching me? I'm sat alone, does he think I'm the looser of the class? I look over the class and see some boys together trying to beatbox but they get mad at each other when they keep messing it up. The girls are squinting at their screens, clearly not understanding what it is they are even looking at. Typical. 

"Please send me your music, no matter what point you're at." Sir says making everyone sigh. I send the attachments and start to pack up. The bell goes and people rush to leave. I'm the last to make it to the door but don't get to leave as I hear a voice call my name. I turn and see Mr Park right behind me. I take a step back.

"Yes Sir?" I ask unsure what he wanted me for. 

"Thanks for being the only one to actually work on it alone. I look forward to hearing what you made." I nod and smile.

"I prefer working alone anyway, makes the music more personal. I'll see you tomorrow Mr Park." His eyes watch me with a small smile on his lips. 

"I agree, see you tomorrow Maddie." He called me by my first name. I break the eye contact and leave the room. I let out a breathe I did not know I was holding back.

*Next day at school*

I walk down the hall and an arm snakes around my shoulder.

"You lied to me Maddie." I roll my eyes when I recognise the voice. 

"If I told you I wasn't taking dance, would you have left me alone?" I knowingly ask V. 

"Absolutely not and I know that is your point but hear me out. In the first three months you can change courses. You're the best dancer I know and I need you in that lesson."V says and I sigh.