the golden boy \\ kth ff

highly unlikely stuff

she's a baby- zico
Eunjin POV

Taehyung didn't come to school the entire week after the funeral, and although we all understood and supported him, his absence left me with so much time that new questions began to plague me. It seemed like when it came to him, I would always fall into these cycles where one question led to another. All these months I wondered who the mystery woman he loved was, and what his relationship was with the assholes who beat the living shit out him was, but now that I had these answers that I thought would rid me of my curiosity, new questions have popped up. What will Taehyung do with the guys who had been helping him pay the hospital bills? Had he finished paying all the bills or does he still have more to pay? Will he continue being involved with drugs for money? Has he gotten hooked on some? I didn't want to ask him in the wake of his mother's death, but I don't know how much I'll be able to contain myself when I finally see him.

Now it was Monday again, and although I didn't expect Taehyung to show up, I can't say I didn't have any hope. All day during class I've been staring out the window, just thinking. Although I wasn't experiencing the worst end of things, Taehyung's mother's passing has had a negative effect on my mood as well. I haven't been particularly sad, just worried and very, very thoughtful. Worried for Taehyung and how he must be feeling, and how I can't do anything to help him but be someone he can lean on. And thoughtful about life and the painful cycle we have to live through. It's all work sometimes, and for the most unfortunate, death comes before they can do the things they really wanted and parts them from their loved ones. All that's left of them is a memory, but you can't touch and feel a memory, all you feel is a hopeless longing and the most painful pang of nostalgia. Yes, we're living and dying at the same time.

But it is something we must all endure. This cycle has always been part of the contract that we were binded to upon birth. There's no use in living in worry and sadness, so we have to live in the moment and enjoy while we can. I try to remind myself this as often as I can, and have been doing so ever since my parents died. Of course, I do get sad sometimes, it's a natural part of coping. But thinking this way helps me to endure it and move forward.

These thoughts occupy me until the last ring of the school bell finally releases us. After exchanging goodbyes with some friends, I decide that there's no other better place to clear my head than my piano room, so I head up the stairs, humming a tune that will manifest itself on the keys.

Once I arrive, I am pleased to see all of my things in their place, the room cleaned, and a little decorative plant on top of the piano. I smile to myself.

"We really don't appreciate our janitor enough."

As I walk around to the storage closet to get a blanket, I notice a strangely familiar book bag laying next to a ruffled blanket and an open book. Could the janitor be a book nerd? I ignore these things and sit on the piano, arranging the tune I was humming and adding some chords until I become completely absorbed in playing. I don't notice a smiling idiot in the doorway until I finish playing and a loud clapping rings in my ear and makes me jump similar to a baby around loud noises.

I turn my head and am greeted by a smiling angel thing in the door way.

"Baby that was so good agahshhs!!!! What was that?" yells Hoseok enthusiaticly as he approaches the piano, still clapping.

"Oh, it's nothing. Just something I came up with on a whim," I squeak out, a bit embarrassed that he found me playing.

"It was really good!! I wish I had recorded it so when you're a famous pianist I can say I knew you!" I look down as I smile shyly and smack his arm.

"Yah. Don't play like that! I'll never be a famous pianist at this rate!"

"Are you kidding me? You can do anything you want to, kid! We're young, don't be so insecure," he says with a grin while musingly pressing random keys.