Lisztomania | JungKook ff

6. Language Of Hearts

P.S: words in italic are lyrics
P.P.S: words in bold are written not spoken verbally.

Some say it ain't over till it's over, but I guess it's really over now. There's something I gotta say before I let you go, listen...

"Good morning." I was greeted by the mechanical voice and I jumped from my bed. A phone was lying on my table, it was talking in electrical voice. A little bit lost I walked to the table and picked up the phone. I couldn't help, but laugh as I saw the whole good morning message written there and translator was now reading it out loud. There was only one person who could have done that and now I felt a painful urge to find her.

Can't believe what's going on, gotta keep my cool, be calm. When I heard you and he was screamin' out of control, all I can think about is "No, no, no... he won't hurt the one I've cared for so long, long... Hell, no." I know we're done, and now it's none of my concern but how can two be windin' out from only weeks in goin' out. Just makes me feel that what we had was real, could it be or is it too late?

I ran down stairs as my ears were reached by a melody, it was unusually sweet, my brother would never play something like that. It wasn't rare for him to play, but I knew almost all his sheets, since he was too lazy to learn new and I was aware that he probably didn't start playing anything new just for this morning, so I rushed to the living room where his piano was placed. As expected she was sitting by the instrument, with her back facing me.

I gasped as I saw Yoongi, my brother, leaning on the wall near piano with a cup of coffee in his hand. He was swinging to the sides depending on how the melody went. And most shockingly, he was smiling. Yoongi would never smile. Not even when playing piano. He seemed to be eased at those moments, but smile never brightened up his face. Now he was truly smiling while watching her play.

Baby! Listen to your heart, won't let you down, cause you should be my lady! Now that we're apart love will show how life carries on...

I tip toed to him and my older brother glared. Yoongi put a finger over his lips and told me to be quiet just with his stare. He then continued to listen. "What is going on here?" I still whispered, even if she couldn't hear me. "Shut up." Yoongi was still smiling, but his tone communicating with me was cold. "She's talking with me." He added dreamily gazing her.

I stared at him confused. No man would have been so calm to find a strange, distinct woman in his house and playing his piano out of the blue at the very morning. However his facial expression didn't give away any details, he was just somehow... different. Like the music would have made him a better person. I knew the effect better than anyone else, since I was the one to listen to it all the time.

I decided not to question Yoongi's good mood, at least not until she will stop playing the piece. As her hands landed on her laps and the music silenced, my brother suddenly started clapping. I was sure that she didn't hear him do that, but she still turned to us smiling and for one second I saw shock and fright in her eyes as her brain recognised me. Painful wave of ache dripped down my spine, she didn't want to see me here. That's what her expression told to me.

She played for him.

I've never felt so strong. Life can lead us to a happiness never ending if we just know that we belong to each other. Never worry, grow as we go. See you in your wedding dress, I can see you in your wedding dress, I see you walking down in your ...wedding dress, I can see you in your wedding dress.

But the look in her eyes disappeared quicker than I was able to convince myself that I was only an intruder in this beautiful fairytale between them two. Yoongi still seemed stunned and he placed his cup on the commode unintentionally reaching his hands out to her. I wanted, I needed, I must knew how would she react. She did the same as him. She reached her hands to him and their fingers collided.

I felt like someone just shot me.

I was never perfect no, but I'd never let it go to a point I'm raging, throwing, making you uncomfortable. What he didn't, did to you was unacceptable. You claimed everything was okay. That's impossible. Just know I'm here for you, all clear for you from night to sun. God, I've been near to you, the feel of you gives me a rush, it makes me feel that what we have is real, it could never be too late oh yeah yeah

"What is the name of such talented and beautiful young lady?" Yoongi spoke with grace. I wanted to vomit on the spot, but I chose not to, good thing I could control that. But as she opened her mouth to answer and not a single sound left her mouth, I seriously considered running away. "She'e death, you idiot." I hissed at Yoongi, even if usually I wouldn't dare to disrespect my older brother. I was sure she didn't hear me say that, but her face changed. It turned grey as if I had hurt her souly with my words.

"I beg your pardon?" I wasn't certain whether he spoke to me or to her, but either way Yoongi didn't look shocked. Or at least not as shocked as when he heard her play. Her music affected him way more than her disabilty. I gnahsed disgusted by myself. Now looking back I really thought my world shattered when I first heard the news about her being deaf. I put it first rather than her talent. I was stupid.

Now I understood why she looked at Yoongi like that.

Why it seemed like she played only for him.

Because he deserved it.

He appreciated her.

And who was I? I was just a boy with lisztomania who used the girl's talent and generosity to run away from my own problems. And what did I do? I listened. I listened to her music. To the melody that her heart told her to play. But not to her heart itself, not to what it was trying to tell me. I focused on the music thinking that it can tell me all I needed to know. Foolishly thinking that it can speak like her mouth. I was a coward too afraid to admit that her disability scared me.

I betrayed my own believes. All I ever was sure of, was that our hearts can speak louder and more truthful than out mouths. But no. I focused on the music. Aftell all... I was just lisztomianiac. Just a boy with an addiction. Just someone in need of help. Once again I was being selfish, putting myself into victims position. How could I be so foolish and think that I can help her when I couldn't manage my own problems.

No wonder she played to Yoongi.

Baby girl you won't regret, come along just take my hand. Let's start this journey living life so beautiful. This happy hope that we spread, love and see it goes deeper so deep from my heart

In the meanwhile my brother have already found a notebook. A completely new, yet untouched. A notebook that couldn't wait to tell the story that will be written in its pages. He was once again more considerate. Random paper pieces and writing on skin. That's what I gave her. But he made her special, just by this tinee tiny generous move. By choosing a notebook that will mean a lot one day, that one day will tell a story.

Their story.

He handed her a pen. I'm Choi Mina.

Some say it ain't over till it's over, but I guess it's really over now.