Jung Taek.

'Here' - pt.1

"What song are you playing?"

Taekwoon looked up and saw his good friend Wonshik looking down on him from the top of the piano. He was wearing a full set of white that complimented his silver-tainted hair. Taekwoon blinked.

"A song."

"Of course, why didn't I think of that," Wonshik said, sarcasm dripping from his tone.

A little smile broke on Taekwoon's face. He looked back down on the piano keys. His fingers were in motion but his mind was simply blank of the notes. He had memorized the song by heart. 'Here', was the title Taekwoon had given to the song; his very own composition. It was created no more than a year ago but was only completed recently due to the everchanging improvements.

"It's called 'Here'," Taekwoon said quietly.

"You composed it yourself, didn't you?" Wonshik asked knowingly, a smile carved neatly on his face.

Looking up just by a bit, Taekwoon said 'yes' in his mind. Wonshik somehow understood.

"Who're you gonna play it to?" The younger asked.

"No one."

"Well that's a bold-face lie. I know you better than that. I bet you prepared it for this year's anniversary, right? I know I'm right."

"Shut up."

"Besides, you'd need a pretty good present for this year's anniversary since you forgot the last-"

Upon hearing Wonshik mentioning the embarrassing mistake he made last year, Taekwoon stood, armed and ready to have a go at Wonshik. Laughing, Wonshik backed away from the piano with his hands up.

"Woah there," Wonshik supressed a mocking smile.

"Watch it," Taekwoon threatened.

"A'ight. I'll be back for the rest of the recording in a few. Gotta catch a few blinks for a while. Cover for me, yeah?"

Irritated, Taekwoon shooed the younger away, nodding in embarrassment. If anything, he wouldn't want Wonshik to tell the whole recording crew that he forgot his and his finance's anniversary last year so he had to obey the boy's wish. I'll get you for this Kim Wonshik, he thought.

"Taekwoon-ssi, we're all taking a break. The recording will be resumed in half an hour, alright? If you need anything, we'll be in the tent outside, by the foodtruck." A staff called out to Taekwoon before walking out the door.

'Okay', he called out in his mind.

Returning to his previous state of mind, Taekwoon cosily seated himself on the bench with all of his fingers stretched out across the piano keys. 1, 2, 3.

And he played. Oh how he played it beautifully...from the very first note, to the last.

It's ready, he thought. Quietly, he got out his phone and dialled a number so familiar to his heart that he didn't need to confirm it before pressing the call button.

It was answered on the first ring.