𝖵𝖨𝖵𝖨𝖣

;; 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝘀𝗮𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗲

❝ARE YOU SERIOUSLY SURE ABOUT THIS, GARAM?❞ Song Woojin was in disbelief after learning just what his best friend was planning to do. Jeong Garam gave a practiced easy smile, chuckling slightly at his disbelief. ❝Everything has been going really smooth for me here, but I suppose that it is time I move away before the damage worsens.❞

❝But it's your reputation that is in the line if you do this—❞

❝Woojin.❞

The former pianist sharply called out, effectively causing the boy to shut up. ❝I'm certain that I'm doing this, it is me who is at fault for making such a terrible choice in my life.❞

❝Garam, come on—❞

❝Stop trying to convince me to not do this, Song. I don't care about my own reputation being ruined— I deserve it. And maybe, I won't play nor touch the piano anymore. It's a curse— a sin even.❞

Garam's practiced smile went back to her lips before she was unwrapping one of her bandaged fingers. Once done, the girl showcased it to her friend with a blank smile.

❝This is what I get for doing what I love.❞

Her fingers were full of cuts and bruises, crimson red blood still dripping despite being bandaged for so long. ❝Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a flight to catch. Oh, and do me a last favor; tell the people you called to help you stop me that I hate them.❞

The Jeong casually walked past her friend as she wrapped the exposed finger back with new bandages, cold and impassive. The Song watched as his friend slowly disappeared in his vision, solemnly.

❝It's not even your fault.❞

Woojin could vividly remember that day.

❝More, Jeong Garam. Is this what you call a piece that you will use on the Chopin Tournament? No, this is trash! Again, put more feelings!❞

Woojin could only watch in silent rage as Garam continued to play the piano despite the fact that her fingers were bleeding from how long the session has been going on— three days. That was how long the Jeong has been practicing her piece for a competition.