pianí - bsk

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baek jayeon pov
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i open the doors to the empty club room revealing seungkwan and a piano. i guess it isn't so empty after all. the windows are all open and the blossom petals glide through the air, the fresh smell of spring still spreads even in this room.

"theres a piano in here? slide over i'll play you something!" seungkwan looks up with alarm. "oh uh sure." he says nervously, my hands touch the keys testing those refreshing sounds that i always crave.

gymnopedie no. 1, one of my favorite pieces to play, it's so calming and beautiful. it always sets my mind at ease and takes me to a world of peace. the piece is so simple but it has much to offer. 

the mood is set perfectly, i feel like i am in sync with life, i don't have to keep catching up anymore, i can finally slow down.

"i know this one, can i play along?" seungkwan asks. "of course." i stop playing and place his hand on the piano, at the sudden touch my body freezes.

"sorry, i just remembered something i need to do after our lunch break." i say, stupid move jayeon just play the damn piano and don't swoon over a guy you just met.

"no worries at all." seungkwan says.

we start to play together, life seems at ease again, you can hear the wind pick up by the trees gently shivering. the sounds of teens, sports activities and the teacher blowing the whistle to call a foul ball.

i don't want this moment to end, moments like these are rare, like the sounds of fishing boats at sea, tearing through water to get fresh mackerel and sword fish. the water beating against the boat and the seagulls soaring above.

i feel free when i play, nothing can interrupt me. i fall into an abyss, leading the path to my journey that will not only end, but start.

seungkwan stops playing but i continue, playing with what freedom i have left inside of me. i take a peak to see his hands still over the keys.

"what are you looking at?" i inquire him, no comment. why is he looking me like that, it doesn't freak me out but his gaze suddenly calms me. 

"sorry." he says, "i just got distracted but i should head back to class. meet here again tomorrow?" he asks.

"sure, i'm always free. also, i want you to come to my competition this weekend if you're not too busy studying, i passed the preliminary round." i inform him, i want to see that reaction of his again sometime soon.

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AN: this is making me sad, rip my followers.