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Yangyang took a deep breath as he tightened his grip on the straps of his bag. He was nervous, and that was expected since he was standing in front of one of the top best Korean schools. Oh, did he mention he was an exchange student? Yeah, Yangyang had happily spent all of his life in the USA and now he suddenly found himself in Korea knowing absolutely no one with the heavyweight of grief weighing down on his whole being.
Maybe he should've just taken his aunt's offer of staying at home for a week but then he didn't want to worry her, not when she was also trying her best to process the grief and deal with it. Yangyang nodded to himself, he could do it, he'd do it for his aunt, it was the least he could do for her.
Yangyang walked in, ignoring the looks he was getting from the other students who were curious to see someone new in their school. He walked as fast as he could without looking suspicious and weird to the main office, smiling at the reception and bowing to her in gratitude once he got his schedule. Thank god for his parents teaching him Korean even though he'd been absolutely against learning a language he thought he'd never have to use and gave them way too much shit for it.
Upon a quick look at his timetable and the surroundings, Yangyang managed to work out what he was supposed to do next. As soon as Yangyang finished putting his things into his newly assigned locker, he made his way to his classroom, which was thankfully not far from his locker. His day went by without anything special. Yangyang's first day at a new school had been so much calmer and lowkey than he'd thought it would be.
The highlight of his day could surely be the two new friends he made- well, he didn't exactly make friends with them, it was them who just plopped down on the seats beside his and compared their timetables with him before declaring themselves his friends, Renjun and Shotaro. A part of him was glad that the two of them did that because Yangyang sure as hell wouldn't have made any moves to talk to them considering how intimidated he was to sit in a class full of complete strangers. And as the last class ended, Yangyang packed up his things, sending soft smiles to his new bestfriends and waving at them as they leave before going out to put some things back into his locker.
Just as Yangyang was about to leave, his phone pinged with a new message and he let out a tired sigh. His aunt had texted him to let him know that she'd be a little late to pick him up. Back in the USA, Yangyang would just walk back home or catch a ride with one of his friends. The problem here was that the house was too far for him to walk and well he didn't really have friends he knew well enough to ask for a ride.
Yangyang let out a sigh as he shrugged to himself, he was going to stay at the school for a while, might as well as make good use of the time. What was the best way to waste time in a new school while waiting for your aunt to pick you up? Exploring. With his bag hanging off his shoulder, Yangyang set off on his adventure to explore, well not really an adventure but yeah.
After roaming around for a few minutes Yangyang starts contemplating whether to go on or just go and sit down in the library for the rest of his time because there wasn't anything interesting enough for him to keep walking around for- oh
It seemed like walking around to explore wasn't that much of waste in the end. Yangyang sucked in a deep breath, his eyes glowing with genuine excitement and happiness after a long time as he heard a sound he loved quite a lot.
A piano.
With quickened steps, Yangyang soon found himself standing outside the music room, peeking in through the window to see a boy with really soft-looking black hair (no! Yangyang doesn't have a hair kink. He just loves soft and fluffy hair!) sitting on the bench, playing random notes on the most beautiful grand piano Yangyang has ever put his eyes on. The next thing that caught Yangyang's attention was the look of longing? in the boy's eyes and maybe Yangyang assumed that it was because the boy wanted to play the piano but didn't know how to.
And the next thing Yangyang knew, he was walking into the room and sitting down beside the boy with the really soft fluffy black hair (fuck. Yangyang really needed to find out his name.) with a friendly smile on his face.
"Hi! I'm Liu Yangyang. I'm a new transfer student. I'm in my first year of high school so a freshman and I love playing the piano, even though I might not be playing professionally or be as good as people who play professionally. So I was wondering if you wanted to learn how to play the piano. I saw how you looked at the piano and I couldn't help it. I can teach you how to play the piano if you want- oh my god. I'm so sorry. I sound so rude. I don't mean to be rude. I just-"
The boy with the really soft-looking fluffy black hair let out a soft sigh, staring at Yangyang with an indescribable look, "I'd love to learn how to play the piano. I'm Dong Sicheng, junior year."
Yangyang grinned at the boy, a feeling of warmth spreading through him. Dong Sicheng. The name was pretty fitting for someone as cute as him.
Maybe Yangyang would continue calling him the cute boy with the really soft-looking fluffy black hair in his head.