Gone [Songfic] [YOU x Xiumin]

My first! Enjoy!

-Kezia

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You're sitting on the back seat of your sedan, listening to a song from the radio.

You never know how does radio look like.

You even have no idea how do you look like.

Yes, you're blind.

People usually staring at you when you pass them.

Boys will turn their heads to see your beauty.

And girls will sigh in jealousy when they see your long silky black hair got blown by wind.

But, you never have the chance to see them adoring your 'perfection' - as your parents always say to you.

Deep down in your heart, you really want to see the world. How beautiful the blinking stars are, how cute kittens really are, and if you're really that 'beautiful'.

Yet God is fair. He doesn't want to make you a perfect person.

So He makes you blind.

But again, God is so fair that He doesn't let you to be just a blind girl.

He makes you understand the words of music in piano.

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The car stops, making your back straighten.

You hear your left door clicks and feel the breez.

You become a really great listener since you see nothing but black or a slight of light. And it helps you with everything.

"Come on or you'll be late." A deep voice talks to you.

It's your bodyguard, Mr. Nam.

You smile as he holds your hand to help you get off from your car.

'Five steps to my right and now I'm in front of my dad's workplace.' You have to recognize some things in case your bodyguard can't go further with you.

Your father is a piano teacher and he teaches you.

And yes. Your father's workplace is a music school.

He teaches you not only to play the piano but to understand the words of music in piano.

An old man, which is a butler, bows down to you.

And yes. You know nothing about it so you keep walking.

You keep walking through the directions that you've planted in your head as you hear a piano-playing.

You have no idea about the person who's playing the piano is actually staring at you from the window until the teacher, who's your father, hits the piano with a stick.

You sit on a couch, waiting the previous person to finish his or her piano lesson.

The person glances at you, thanks to the window, carefully so the teacher won't notice it.

Waiting for minutes, the person finishes with his or her piano lesson.

You stand up as you hear the door clicks.

Again, you start to recognize how many steps you should take to go to the piano room.

At the middle of the steps, you hear a foot steps beside you and smell a masculine perfume. You somehow get attracted of it, yet you keep walking until you hear the person's voice.