Symphony of Beauty | m.yg + p.jm

June 05 | 18:00

TO CLEAR THINGS OUT SINCE SO MANY PEOPLE GET THIS CONFUSED AND IM TIRED OF REPLYING THIS SO MANY TIMES LOL

No real songs are actually in this fic. I imagined all of the songs up myself. But you can imagine whatever you want, really.

I just don't want you to be limited to the song you might be thinking about that exists and imagine based on the words I wrote instead of trying to make them fit a song that you know because it wouldn't fully express what I want

Unless I mention the song name, in that case, imagine that song ;)
(at this point, it hasn't come up so I don't expect it to lol wrote this a/n in March 13 2018 btw)
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"Okay, your teacher is right at the door! Behave, Jimin."

Jimin sat in front of the grand piano in the music room his house had, internally groaning at his mom's words as she left the room to attend the door for his new teacher. A piano teacher.

He's been wanting to learn the piano, and his parents being the type to love spoiling their child with any sort of education, they let him. They hired a piano teacher for him until Jimin wanted to stop them.

Jimin randomly played around with the keys, hearing a mix of unfitted sounds crash making him flinch.

Muffled sounds from the door was heard; his mom was talking. She was probably greeting Jimin's new teacher. He hoped the man or woman wouldn't be too old or grumpy. Well, since his mom got the best piano player in town, he or she probably was.

He heard his mom's muffled voice approaching the room until the door opened. Jimin didn't look at the door yet, a bit shy.

"Here's the music room. I'll go and get some food for you two in fifteen minutes. Hope you two are done with your introductions by then!" Then the door closed.

Jimin swallowed his collected spit in his mouth, slowly looking to the side to see the teacher who he fully expected to be an old grumpy man who thinks the modern age of music is awful and everyone should just listen to classics.

His eyes slightly widened when he saw a man, looking not too older than him, having headphones around his neck with soft music of a popular hip hop song he heard on the radio playing and wearing a black hoodie with white letters saying 'SWAG'. He hadn't expected this at all.

"Hello," Jimin shyly spoke.

The man took steps forward, stopping around a feet away from the piano, behind the bench near the end which Jimin wasn't sitting on.

"Hello," he heard the man speak, sending shivers down his spine. The man's voice was like a drive on rough road on a lovely spring day. It was lulling yet awaking.

"I'm Park Jimin. I suppose you're the one teaching me how to play this beautiful instrument."

The man smiled at the grand piano, muttering, "Beautiful instrument indeed."

He landed his eyes on Jimin's, his smile dropping a bit. "Yeah, I'm your teacher."

Curiosity seeping in his head, he decided to ask, "Is it too rude to ask how old you are?"

His teacher laughed, "Not much older than you, kid. Min Yoongi, Born in 1993."

"1995... So, should I call you hyung or sonsaeng-nim?" Jimin asked politely.