╺ band room.

@★ jungkook j。 Ditching class.

Yoongi had a brilliant idea to just ditch class and take a nap. The class itself bore him so he sneakily while the teacher wasn't looking. It's band class anyway he already knew what the lesson is about as he himself advanced read the content in the confines of the studio he always rent after classes. He huffs some air as he blew away the fringe covering his eyes, clutching his midnight black backpack and looking at the door one more time before taking a step away from premise.

The hallways were quiet like the desert, no students around just a few staff personnel checking the bathrooms to be clean. His footsteps filled the hallway with faint thumps. Yoongi doesn't know where to go his mind says to take a nap but other than that he looked lost where to take it. He checked his phone and it's still early and took a deep sigh. Passing by the different club rooms. He thought of the band room where people rarely come there. He picked up his pace with a grin of determination to nap. Upon reaching his destination. He heard the soft melodies of the piano he always play. He halted and with wide eyes the melodious sounds was overwhelming that he mouthed "beautiful". He whipped his head to the direction and peeked through the small glass window.

And there he saw Jungkook lost in the world of music. The lad playing was so immersed that it left Yoongi in an awe expression. Whilst listening, Yoongi slumped down behind the door and closed his eyes taking in the diverse music that was being played that he didn't notice the door was ajar and stumbled inside with a shock.

@★ yoongi m。 Free period.

There were normally four places one would be able to find Jungkook within his free period: his home, his favorite cafe, the baseball field and lastly... the band room. And today, it was the band room that he'd be within. His fingers turned the doorknob, nudging the door open. The creak was louder than it normally was, expressing the aging of the door quite openly. The male peeked his head in, gaze scoping around the room in order to be sure that no one else was present before slipping in. He began stepping towards the piano in the corner of the room, one hand raising to tug out his earphones.

Leaning down, he set his backpack down before taking a seat on the stool. His hand reached into his backpack to grab his leather journal and a pen before standing it up on the journal holding tray. Sticking the pen behind his ear, his knuckle grazed upon his tiers while looking over the song he was working on, humming the tune quietly before straightening up. His fingertips grazed amongst the top of the keys, the smooth keys causing his eyes to slip shut -- this part of the school made him feel like home -- he didn't know anywhere else other than here that had a beautiful piano like this one.

All worries seemed to slip off of his shoulders as he began playing, soon attempting to finish the song that he'd been working on for months now.