nocturne

frédéric chopin

*long chapter*

   Hwang Hyunjin was a prodigious musician.
A pianist who shined in the light compared to his youth. Many have heard of the talented boy, they envied him, idolized him and some even hated him.

  
But Hyunjin wasn't bothered, he was a soft soul, who radiated an aura of sophistication and immense beauty. In fact, apart from his soul touching talent, his beauty was one to reckon with. It was said that this angel fell straight from heaven to this miserable earth.

The son of Apollo they said. 

Hyunjins POV:

Soft sunlight filtered through the wispy  curtains of my apartment, making it bright and lively as opposed to last nights darkness.

A rough tongue slid up my bare thigh.

"Aagh! Kkami!?" i cried, kicking the messy sheets away as i woke up.

The accused smiled up at me from between my thighs, tongue hanging out and small pants leaving the chihuahua.

gross. but anyways..

"Good Morning Kkami!" i cooed, gesturing for the dog to come closer, "thanks for waking me up bubba."

Kkami barked, backing away from my attacks of affection.

well then.

Getting up, i made my way to the bathroom, ready to tackle the first day of sophomore year with more social interactions than I've probably ever encountered. It wasn't my fault i kept to myself.

I guess people tend to think i'm very stuck up or snobby since i got into Juilliard on a full ride for just playing the piano, but i don't think i'm stuck up, or snobby. In fact its the complete opposite, when i decided to move to the city for college, i wanted to disappear in the crowd, to be a nameless face that no one knew. Those hopes were crushed as my spring audition tape was released and everyone marveled in my apparent talent.

To  be honest, i never thought i was better than everyone else, i still don't think I'm better than everyone else cause i believe that in music, there is no being better since everything you create or play is a form of your interpretation, 'better' is a term for whether society as a whole prefers your music. This concept was the sole driving force that kept me tendered to music.

I pulled on plain khaki chinos paired with a large white button up and a sleveless beige sweater. (pictured ⬆️ ) Pairing the fit with basic low cut doc martens, i left the steamy bathroom to feed kkami and myself.

"Kkami!" i yelled, hoping the dog would arrive.

He didn't.

Sighing, i placed his bowl in front of the lazy chihuahua, and returned to the task of making a breakfast.

30 minutes later, i was out the door, avocado toast well digested and tote bag hanging from my shoulders.

The bustling city of new york wasn't exactly where i had wished to spend my future, but it's was the only place with a reputable school for the career i pursued. This was only achieved after a useless fight with my parents on how my career was my choice. To say they were disappointed in my choice was an understatement. We didn't even talk anymore.
But i took care of my self; from getting a job at a small bookstore, adopting kkami, paying rent and even buying a petite grand for the small apartment i lived in.
(petite grand: a much smaller version of a grand piano, also known as baby grand)