With a gentle touch, his fingers danced its way through each note. The melody was serene and the peoples' chattering were in the background.

Ordinarily, it would be the other way around, but not for the one creating this beautiful sound. The talking at the party was just inconsequential mumbles and whispers to him.

Those people served as the background as he focused solely on playing the piano.

He'd engulf himself in the music. Each note was played effortlessly; the song known by heart.

The people - who stopped their chatter - surrounded the pianist. At the end they gave him a huge round of applause.

Everything was perfect.

He almost forgot about the wariness he felt.

Key word: almost.

The young pianist took a bow before leaving the stage. He wasn't the only one in a rush. That was noted when someone bumped into him on his way to the break room - where the other performers were.

The man he ran into looked fairly young, but there was a weird vibe to him. The way he spoke when he apologized and the way he walked.

Something was off about that man.

Yoongi only bowed his head before speeding through the crowd, dodging people as much as possible. When he arrived, he immediately took his bag and coat to leave.

It was a nice but strange night. That's what Yoongi observed as he breathed in cold air.

The cool air really calmed his nerves and slowed his heartbeat with every breath.

The young man let out a sigh. It wasn't a sigh after a dreadful day, rather a sigh of relief.

"That was nice," Yoongi mumbled, walking at a pace that could be seen as strolling.

But that bad feeling started to turn his stomach in a bad way. The cold suddenly became unbearable.

And just as abruptly, an ear-piercing scream made the serene surrounding turn right around. Yoongi's heartbeat increased; something stirred inside him once again.  

"What was that? I got goosebumps." His legs moved on its own. Every step brought him closer to where the girl's scream was heard. The closer he got, the louder his beating heart was.

There, before him, was one of the many scenes you'd find in a movie. Not to mention in real life, but rarely seen then.

There stood a young lady who bled heavily. On the ground was a puddle of blood that flowed out of her cut leg. He looked around frantically trying to find the culprit, but the person was gone.

Albeit, Yoongi could've sworn he saw a figure rushing away on the rooftop. It wasn't impossible with the ladder present. Yoongi wouldn't be caught dead chasing such a dangerous person. He'd already made an effort to reach this place.

In fact, he wouldn't have bothered to come here.

If others were around, he would've left it for someone else to do.

Cruel as it was, it was Yoongi's ideals. There's people who are far worse than him. Those people were the reason for his attitude about life.

"Sir... sir! Help me, please!" She whimpered.

He didn't reply and only rushed to the girl's side. He swung his bag off, taking out two items: a scarf and his phone.

With a call, the ambulance came to help the girl. He had wrapped his scarf around her leg, while waiting for the ambulance.

He wouldn't know much about medical aid, so he only done what was seen in the movies. He thought it was pretty dumb of him.

In the end, it was all he could do.

The girl wasn't very comfortable being separated from Yoongi. After all, she was traumatized and he was the only one who helped her.

He grew tired of saying he had to go. The person treating her was in the same mood.

"Fine, I'll stay," he grumbled, taking a seat.

"Thank you," the girl softly said. She was genuinely relieved at getting what she wanted.

It almost made Yoongi not regret helping her.

Once again, 'almost'.

When they were in the hospital, Yoongi was suprised to see his friend - Ki-hyun - with a few intimidating men.

"I knew this day was all too good."

➵

In the class labelled 3-E, there was quite a rowdy group of boys - five to be exact. They weren't the only students talking. All the students were in their own groups, chatting away.

When the door opened everyone - including the five boys - fled to their seats. Albeit, when they saw who came in, multiple sighs and whines sounded in the classroom.

"Oh, it's just Class Rep."

"Jeez, don't scare us like that."

Jimin ignored the comments and proceeded to clear his throat.

"We have a new student! Please welcome her and treat her well!" Instructed Jimin sternly.

Everyone seemed to perk-up.

"'Her'?" Was their question.

Yoongi didn't give Jimin a chance to call him in. He just confidently walked right in despite being a boy dressed up as a girl.

Well, there wasn't much to lose at this point. He'd already lost his dignity.

Might as well play the part. He thought.

Just like that, he stood in front of the class with what could only be described as 'charisma'.

"Good morning. I'm Min Yoon Ji. Excuse my rough voice, but it will get better after a while." He held back a cringe. On the bright side, he had to admit those classes done a great deal of help. "Hope we all get along." The tone of voice he used contrasted his words. The way he said it made an impression that it was a threat. Then again, most didn't catch that hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"Wow, so pretty!" Someone commented as a few of the students laughed at the person's outburst.

Yoongi moved his gaze towards the door.

Pretty!? Now, I'm being called pretty!? He raised an eyebrow. Should I even take that as a compliment?

"Right. Please find a seat. The teacher will be late, although he didn't inform when he'd be back," explained Jimin.

That was a sign itself for students to interact with each other. Unfortunately, that included Min Yoon Ji.

"Hello. It's nice to meet you, pretty girl!" A boy exclaimed, dragging his chair towards Yoongi's seat.

This is what I have to get used to?

He mentally sighed.

When he forced a smile, it only resulted in his lips forming into a straight line. He took a good look at the person next to him.

He looked very young. Younger than most of the students here, Yoongi would say.

"Are you shy to speak? Oh, come on. I want to get to know you."

Ugh, save me.

"Here!" He stood up and took of his jacket. "You must be cold. Take my jacket," he said.

Yoongi deadpanned.

Fine. Let's play this game.

He pointed at the boy's shirt. "I think I like that shirt better," he said nonchalantly.

In the background, a few students laughed. Most of them were boys.

The boy's eyes widened. "Uh..."

Words couldn't form, thus he was speechless. Therefore, Yoongi's job was done as soon as the dumbfounded boy went back to his seat. With a flick of the wrist, he flipped his black shoulder-length hair.

His friends snickerd at him, while the boy sulked for what reason Yoongi did not know. They sputtered apologies to the young man.

"Sorry, Jungkook!" One bowed at the boy.

"Why did you do this to me?" The said 'Jungkook' whined.

That was another thing Yoongi wasn't even going to try to understand.

➵

The day went on normally. He survived half the school day without any problems. There was one girl who helped him catch up with the work he missed too.

Yoongi's thoughts soon drifted off, while he walked down the hallway to the cafeteria.

I met two of the culprits so far.

Park Jimin.

Jeon Jungkook.

That leaves four of them.