sound of the piano man- moon taeil

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genre: fluff
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This has got to be one of my favorite oneshots that i have written. Idk why but all the neos are just huge dorks lol. Also this is set in an au where Taeil never was in NCT (sad ik) but the group still exists??? Idk it makes sense to me. Anyways i hope u like the chapter :)
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A faint melody echoed throughout the house. Your roommate and recent crush, Taeil, was working on a piece for his music class at the college he attended. His dream was to play piano at some of the most famous venues across the globe, like Carnegie Hall in NYC to the Sydney Opera Housr in Australia; not only showcasing his spectacular piano skills, but also his honey-like vocals. When the two paired up together, it was like serenity and bliss, a combination that leaves a definite mark in peoples hearts and minds. It was one of the main things about him that you were attracted to: a man that has a mind of purity and can think like an artist.

You got up and walked over to Taeil's makeshift piano room, where he kept all of his supplies to keep the piano from going out of tune, empty sheet music for whenever he gets a creative spark, and a light scent of lavender and sage from the candle that always seem to be lit. You gave the door a light knock as you opened it, meeting with Taeil's smiley, angelic face, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you.

"Hey, there! Aghh, was I being to loud again? I'm sorry, I'll try to be more quiet and-" Taeil stammered as he shuffled some sheet music around.

"No, no! You aren't being loud at all! I just wanted to see how your project was going." You said while walking to the cedar colored loveseat, one that the two of you found at a antique market.

"I actually wanted to hear what your project was about and all of that."

Taeil's face lit up, a smile grew wide on his face as he adjusted his jacket. Not many people take interest in what he does. Lots of people find it "old" and "boring" to major in performing musical arts, especially with a piano as your instrument of choice.

"Well the project was a simple one. We just had to research a song of our choice and find or create sheet music for it. Then, we had to record ourselves playing a piece of the song, singing was optional." Taeil said while preparing to play.

"Do you wanna hear what I chose?" Taeil's cheeks flushed a light pink. You nodded in agreement, and he started to play an oddly familiar tune.

(start the song now and read this a lil slow lol)

It wasn't until you heard the lyrics. Taeil was playing and singing one of your favorite songs "YESTODAY" by NCT U. The way that Taeil sang Doyoung's part is what made you realize how much you truly are falling for the pianist.

Taeil put his whole heart into this one. You can feel the emotions and the message that Taeil was truly trying to get across to his audience. He wasn't doing it for a grade, he was doing it for the hopes that it will reach to someone and really change them. He finished out the end of the chorus, striking the final key with a proud, focused look on his face.

Astonished, you gave him a standing ovation, like he just finished a masterpiece during a concert. The two of you made eye contact and you can see the shine in his eyes and pride in his smile.

"Wow, just... wow, Taeil" You said at a loss of words.

      "How did you know that was my favorite song?"

"What, 'YESTODAY'? I kept on hearing you hum that song and kinda asked your friend, Jiwon, about it haha..." He said nervously rubbing his neck.

"I didn't want to 'ruin' the song for you, so I practiced super hard for it!! I'm glad that you enjoyed it, and I maybe wanna hear a few more of your favorite songs over a cup of coffee sometime this week?" He said while resting his arm on the closed piano.

You lightly blushed, holding back a laugh from Taeil's smooth way of asking you out. He was definitely a dorky type, which you loved about him.

"Hahaha! I would love that, you dork."

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