Tin Whistle (NAMJIN)

// 7 //

His skipping stopped at the same time as his playing as he halted in front of a boulder. His hands got really shaky letting the tin whistle drop onto the grass.

His breathing was getting heavier by the second as his heart dropped in the pit of his stomach. What had occured flashed in his eyes and he couldn't help but fall on his knees. It was like a closed wound had been opened back up.

By now, he had made his way to the boulder, a stump where little bits of the statue's foot were still in tact. It was where Seokjin spent his time writing poems and reading them out, where he got to show off his musical abilities and also where he seeked for the calm and peacefulness.

And now, the place where Seokjin loved to spend his time is no more and there was no doubt that it depressed him deeply.

Tears made their way down his cold cheeks as he hid his features with his arms on the boulder, legs sprawled out on the grass, dirtying his pants.

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Seokjin

I woke up with a sore neck and it dawned on me that I had fallen asleep on the boulder. Sorrow came creeping back into me and I tensed, remembering why I did that.

I pushed the thoughts away and curiously picked up a neatly folded letter on top of my table. It read,

  Sir, I had seen you at where the statue used to stand and it saddens me that you are glum because of it. However, nothing can be done about it anymore and I am sorry for that. Please do not go there ever again as I fear for you that your father might commit something even worst if he sees you do so.   -Butler Park

I sighed, now knowing it was him who carried me up here. It made me feel slightly light acknowledging that he cares for me.

I dropped it onto the table, unfolded and the tin whistle was there next to it. "Someone must have brought it back for me" I thought of Mister Park, a bit guilty that I never knew his full name all the while he's been helping me through a lot.

I got up and made up my mind to not be lugubrious again, or I'd be considered similar to those downcasted people residing here and I know for sure I don't want that.

For a start, I thought maybe I could play the tin whistle to be my real self again so that's what I did. I began to play and to my absolute surprise, all the things in my room started to dance around to the music.

Now I was certain I wasn't hallucinating that night. I stopped playing and they stopped moving too, dropping to their places, lifeless like how they're supposed to be.

I played again and they got back to twirling. Despite still being amazed by it, I didn't stop playing and joined them in their fun, waltzing along to my music. Hyped up and amused by it, I walked down the stairs while still playing the tune.

The things in my room followed me from behind and the rusty suits of armour came to life when I passed by it, startling me but soon it became hilarious to me.

It also marched merrily beside me, creaking whenever it moved. Then, the knives and forks in the kitchen began to beat in time to the music. Even the plates and cups tagged along with them.

Between fits of giggles and playing the instrument, I tried my absolute best to not stop playing because I knew, otherwise these things would stop too.

In the great hall, all the chairs danced in formation with the long oak table following behind, jigging around. Inside the paintings, the ancestors danced accompanied by their smiling faces unlike before.