Our Fairytale - [Minsung] [ENG VER.]

I

The room was filled with a melody that Jisung knew very well, he had heard it for as long as he could remember and every corner of the castle was impregnated with invisible musical notes that shone every time his fingers touched that worn piano. The sun streamed in through the glass and left beam of light so marked on the floor that every tiny particle flying through the air was a little clearer with that reflection.

Jisung tilted his head, straightened his back and let his hands become alive and far from his control. Independent. Moving to a rhythm they already knew and leaving their prints on each of the keys, pressing, moving, stroking and returning to their place. Hard, soft. Fast, slow. Each movement was clean and neat, while the sun was his most cherished muse, drawing inspiration from the beauty of a sunny afternoon that would soon plummet, making way for his most loyal companion, the moon.

His shoulders went up and down to the beat of the music, his eyes opened only to admire the pressing of those notes and to know that he didn't need a score when his head was projecting on his mental walls the clearest of all the handwritten documents that held the memories of a language understood only between his hands and those black and white rectangles.

But then, between the soft melody of a marked childhood and the already dim light of an afternoon in the company of loneliness itself, the wooden door that separated the noisy world with that almost silent refuge, burst open, revealing the annoyed face of one of his younger brothers. The black-haired boy slammed the door angrily, making Jisung sigh in his place and feeling forced to stop his most precious moment of the day to pay attention to that pout full of contained discomfort.

The youngest sat on one of the armchairs that rested in front of the window and threw his neck back to close his eyes in frustration and pass his hands over them as if he were a small child and not a nineteen year old boy who occupies the position of prince in that kingdom.
Jisung, without letting his back slouch, rules of his manners instructor, leaned his elbow on the top of the piano and looked expectantly at the black-haired.

"He's dying!" Blurted out, sitting down in his place and getting a raised eyebrow from Jisung, "The main character of the book is dying! What's the point of that? Is that even allowed? So many pages read for everything to lose its way at the end. My tears don't deserve that tragic ending."

"Hyunjin, it's just a book," Jisung settled back in his place to gather a couple of scores that were scattered on top of the piano.

"Just a book?!" Hyunjin stood up from his seat, totally indignant at his older brother's words, "Withdraw your words, now!"

"No, I won't," Jisung stood up from his seat with the pages in his hands.

"I can't believe it. You'll be king? I cannot allow a man who doesn't appreciate the art of reading to govern me"

"You're being dramatic. Besides, you're a prince, Hyunjin," Jisung placed the sheets on a shelf in the room and turned around to look at his brother's disgusted face.

The black-haired let out a sigh, dropping fully onto the couch once more. The light that had been coming in through the windows only a few minutes ago was disappearing as fast as dust among whirlwinds of wind. Night would come sooner than Jisung would have wanted.

"Have you seen what day it is today?" Hyunjin made a space on the couch for his brother to sit beside him. Jisung complied without speaking and Hyunjin rested his head on his shoulder, letting rest the unnecessary frustration he was carrying.

"Saturday?" Jisung smiled slightly at the snort the black-haired let out.

"Really, you're a hopeless case," Hyunjin attacked, as the door of the room opened and the face of a brown-haired boy barely eighteen years old came into the room, "Seungmin, tell Jisung what day it's today!"