His vulnerable side got its colors.

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The piano is being played by him

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The piano is being played by him. The music notes started to spread over the whole room. His slender fingers played the magic to let the beauty of a new music to be created. His doe eyes are closed, feeling his new melody and correcting his own mistakes whenever his eyebrows crashed together. The sun rays entered through the window, pleasantly dancing on his face which is now ethereal. His head tilted here and there whenever he felt the notes are blissful. He preferred to always practice alone and at the dark, but surprisingly, today the single audience got the lottery to feel his ethereal music and his small yet professional gestures, secretly.

Being a skilled pianist and lyricist, he knows what he is doing. Even though if he didn't talk much, he has a soft spot too, the person who is watching him believed. The wind blew as the curtains started to wave , revealing the aesthetic view of the orange shade of the sun. Trees are rustling with each other as if they are enjoying the view of the nature and him.

On the other hand, the pianist secretly captured the nature in his heart as if they are the reasons for his peace. His both hands slowly accelerated with the speed of wind, slowly the hidden smile started to spread over his lips, even the sun smiled on his rare action. Slowly and slowly, his hands slayed the perfect notes, triggering the audience's memories.

He poured all his efforts, not caring about this judgemental world, the scars, the wounds.
He was reserved, not caring about the surroundings but actually did.

Oh how much life threatening things he gone through to reach this pinnacle. Rewinding all these past and memories, his hands finally stopped after reaching the high notes, indicating that he finished his masterpiece. The face which held peaceful expression is now turned into a satisfied expression.

His eyes slowly fluttered as his head is now facing the ceiling. The sun already fulfilled its wish to see his smile and now hidden. The sky is painted with the dark colors, indicating that its a calming night. The wind played as his reward, letting him feel the cool breeze over his petite figure. After a long time, his lips held a true smile, his orbs held all mixtures of feelings. His tears threatened him, that it might fall anytime soon.

Yes, he is strong but that doesn't mean that he have to bare all the pain alone.


He calmed himself by releasing a long sigh, hoping that it will stop the tears which already filled his eyes. The person who is constantly watching him was not surprised but stunned. His feet involuntarily moved towards the pianist. His pace gradually increased and he started to run. Finally, the pianist got his medicine to be happy. He hugged the broken pianist, letting him to shed his tears on his shoulders.

"Hyung, you are special, you can cry, you can laugh. Because we are your family"- Unknown.

*Imaginary short story just for the readers*

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