❝ So you become their source of oxygen, and they become your source of light and everything in between is water and fire ❞
In which two lost souls that once knew each other find themselves together in the wrong place, at the wrong time.
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─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
❝ Though, it hurts. I still look at you like you're an angel in disguise ❞
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C H A P T E R S I X
THE ONCE GATES OF HELL AREN'T SCARY ANYMORE. It's astonishing that the pianist wants back the late-night studying, completing essays before the midnight deadlines, going to orchestra tournaments, and finding a best friend forever in a boy who plays the guitar, excluding messing with his feelings.
The drunken kiss was a complete mistake.
Kevin still hasn't apologized to Jacob, and graduation is tomorrow.
Jacob whispering, voice velvety, smooth, different—secrets unraveling with just one touch, his warm, glittering, brown eyes in the dark—and like playing the piano, hit the wrong note the morning after.
Kevin woke up to an empty side of the bed and felt cold.
Jacob's sunshine to everybody, the epitome of an angel with glorious white wings, and blessed smiles. He's still sunflowers, butter on pancakes, sunny weather, and yellow sweaters.
"Again," the music teacher instructs, arms folded across chest, head held up high, and the brunette wishes he had the same level of confidence as he.
"The art of playing music requires concentration. Whatever is in your pretty mind, don't think about it. Focus on the present. Feel," he says, giving him a thumbs-up, leaving the dim-lit theater. When the doors open, the pianist's eyes land on the dancer with a dimpled smile, midnight hair windswept, and oversized hoodie hung over his lean muscular frame, gaze meeting his.
Changmin walks down the path between the red seats filling the theater and Kevin's thoughts cease as he realizes the space next to him on the bench gets taken.
"Breathe, okay?" Changmin's chocolate eyes hold Kevin's confused ones. To other people, it may seem they're having a staring contest or they're a couple, but to them, it's searching for trust in each other.
"Can you do that for me?"
Slightly unsure, Kevin nods anyway, fixating his gaze somewhere else.
But then he feels slender hands rest on top of his, movement tentative before pressing down on the white keyboard, lightly. The dancer's fingers tap the keypad, moving across the tiles resembling stairs to heaven.
His touch produces tempos of innocent love, heartbreak, and tragic memories.
It's as if the music follows him and he's gentle, aware with one rough movement, the whole tempo will create a chaotic symphony of rage.
And watching him play lights up a flame in the pianist's heart, wondering when the raven dances, does the music follow him too?
He's a pianist in their school band, adored by the class, along with the other bandmates. However, he also knows he's the main dancer of the school's dance team, leading them during practice.
