Tin Whistle (NAMJIN)

// 9 //

I took out the tin whistle from the drawer and crept outside into the moonlit garden. The night was still and quiet, no owls howling like usual but it calmed me in a way. I walked along the paths towards the quiet spot.

I turned the corner, knowing well that I still couldn't contend with the statue being gone but I was immediately chilled to the bone when the statue stood there.

A loud gasp escaped my lips and my shoulders tightened. I clamped my mouth. Did someone really put back all the pieces together? The thought of someone going through the trouble of putting back the statue into one piece tugged at my heartstrings.

I inched closer to the statue and took a closer look at him. Oddly, I couldn't find any cracks on him, not even one and it bothered me.

It was as if it was never demolished, like what I'd witness was all a nightmare. Now I was confused, which one really happened then? I came to a decision not to mind about it for now.

I glanced back at the statue and felt my eyes welling up. "You're -you're really here" I choked on my words as I struggled not to let the tears flow.

Once I was sure I was calm physically and mentally, I began to play softly on the tin whistle. Without noticing it, something changed.

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Too engrossed with the tin whistle, Seokjin did not notice the moonlight shining brighter and brighter on the statue of the young man, giving it a look as if he was shining.

The prince playing gradually got faster until his fingers ached and he could hardly breathe but that wasn't his argument to halt, instead he kept going. Suddenly, the statue moved.

Its raised his hands as if he was testing them out for the first time and slowly, all the stone changed into living flesh. The young man wearily stepped down from the boulder. Seokjin was beyond shocked and he wondered if he was trippin'.

His clumsy legs scrambled a few steps back while his eyes didn't stop looking at the statue, now a living being. His heart raced and he had no idea what reaction to be made of this.

Sensing Seokjin's cowering as time passed by, he did what he thought could make him less tense. "Oh I'm sorry, I am Namjoon, Kim Namjoon" he bowed, a benign smile plastered on his features.

"Wha- how did you-" Seokjin's whole mind had a mental breakdown when Namjoon proceeded to come closer and hold both of his hands, his touch so affable it was unexpected.

"Please sir, do not be frightened of me for you have saved me" he spoke with a voice so deep Seokjin could drown it in. Broken out of his own trance, Seokjin's brows furrowed as he stumbled back.

He looked around to see if anybody was there to witness what he was seeing but there was none. "What- ah uh Namjoon right? Sorry I-"

He punched his own head for not being able to compose his words peoperly and he was blushing like crazy, embarrassed with Namjoon. It wasn't his fault though, like who wouldn't be shaken up when a statue magically comes alive and then starts talking to you?

In turn, Namjoon giggled at Seokjin being all antsy, slightly covering his mouth.

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Namjoon       finally ugh

Frankly, it was quite a hilarious sight to be looking at, a boy who's struggling just to converse with him. He eventually managed to get himself together and scratched his head, stealing a glance at me until he realised I caught him.

He awkwardly bowed at me in response to mine and looked down afterwards, rubbing his arm awkwardly. "I still uh don't understand" he said shyly.