Criminal

LXXI

SIXTY ONE: NEVER AGAIN

THIRD PERSON POV

FLASHBACK

-Yokohama, Japan-

"Tonight is the big night for all the musicians in Japan out there! This is the day where all of you will witness the immaculate performances of our music prodigies skilled in piano!" The host said, and the crowd shouted as they were seated in the theater.

"Yoongi! Are you okay? You're going to do your best! I know it!" The assistant smiled as she reassured the little Yoongi, who was fiddling with his small hands.

4-year old Min Yoongi was a music prodigy ever since he moved to Japan. He was more talented than children his age, as most people say.

"Do you think Min Yoongi will be also here? I heard he won the community awards, and knowing him... he'd be in this national competition!"

"I think so, his mother taught him piano from such a young age, until she passed away in South Korea I heard!"

"That Korean kid has no match for the other Japanese prodigy, Yukiko. I heard he mastered most of Mozart's pieces at the age of 3!"

"Min Yoongi! You're next!" The woman said as she checked her clipboard, and Yoongi looked silently at his reflection the mirror. He wore a suit, it was the suit his mother gave him. But would she really be happy?

When she never brought him happiness?

"Yoongi! You should learn piano! Then you should play for your mother!" Mother used to tell him when she was alive.

Well, he loved her mother alot. So he agreed.

"You're doing it all wrong, Yoongi! Why can't you make things right?" Mother said, and father shook his head.

"Haven't I told you that your son has no talent whatsoever in piano? He even scared the cats away! Geez, and you keep pushing him to learn piano!" Father said, and mother rolled her eyes.

"And you? All you care about is money this and money that, why did you suddenly care for Yoongi?" Mother shouted, and father yelled back at her.

But Yoongi, was only two-years old. He was staring mindlessly at mother and father arguing at each other.

"If you don't master the piano, you're not having anything for food. That's a last straw!"

"Stop being such a crybaby, you're so sensitive! Why are you crying again? Do you think I'll let you go until you master Bach?"

"Stop playing the piano Yoongi, just stop it! Your mother is going to die soon, why continue?"

"You keep making mistakes, all this time I always knew you were a dumb kid, Yoongi."

"Yoongi, I'm seeing another woman, she's nicer than your mother. But she wouldn't see her since she's already dead, you know? Your mother has been sick for quite a while now."

"Yoongi? Yoongi! Time to go now," the assistant said, and Yoongi nodded before stepping towards the entrance of the stage at the side.

The judges were clapping because a performance just ended. A young man around his age walked past him as he was finished with his performance.

"Yoongi-kun, right? Why are you so stiff. Lighten up a bit, afraid of me?" The boy, named Yukiko grinned as he walked towards his teachers praising him.

But Yoongi, he wasn't afraid of him. He was afraid of something else.

His mother has been dead last year, and his father remarried a Japanese woman, that looked exactly like his mother.