A soft smile could be seen on my face, as I was sitting next to Jaehyun on the small bench in front of his keyboard, the same day, but later.
Placing my head on his shoulder, while he was playing, I closed my eyes and listened to the warm and somehow familiar sounds that his fingers were filling the room with.
Soft chills were running down my body.
I didn't know, how we ended up like this, but I think it had something to do with me pestering him about wanting to hear him play.
And it was so worth it.
Looking up to his face, he looked concentrated and calm, like shutting everything around him down.
It didn't look like he was part of this world anymore.
As the song was proceeding, the feeling of familarity inside me grew bigger and bigger, until I placed my fingers next to his and started playing the parts that were stuck inside my head.
But I couldn't go on for a very long time, as he stopped after a few seconds and looked at me with his eyes wide open.
I looked back at him and slightly tilted my head.
"What?"
"How do you know this song?"
"I... don't know? I just know it."
"Not possible."
"Why not?"
"It's my song. I wrote it."
For a whole lot of a while, the room was filled with complete silence, while we stared at each other in confusion.
Neither of us knew, what just happened and I could see it in his eyes, that he was questioning too many things, all at the same time.
I placed my hand on his right cheek and gently caressed it with my thumb. But his face kind of turned cold, until he stopped staring at me, when his phone vibrated inside of his sweatpant's pocket.
I let my hand sink to my lap and let my gaze wander off to the window on my left, while he was reading his text.
I suddenly felt uncomfortable. Like someone's watching my back.
Slightly turning around, I couldn't see anything.
Of course not.
It's not like someone could just walk inside here and creep up on us from behind.
"Let's go to sleep, it's already late and you're still sick..."
Hearing his voice turning monotone, I looked at him again and furrowed my brows, when I saw him staring down at the keys of his piano.
"Everything okay...?"
"Yeah sure... Just getting tired."
I didn't believe him.
But I didn't want to question him any further.
It's not like I was his mom or something. Even if I was worried right now. I didn't have the right to push him to anything.
So I just stood up, held my hand out to him and buried myself in his bed, before he layed down next to me and I placed my head on his chest.
His heart was beating unusually fast, which made me even more worried.
Just how did this whole situation turn out like this? A few minutes ago, everything seemed so peaceful.
How could he look so uneasy all of a sudden? I didn't even know, if it was about the song or about the text he received.
A small sigh left my lips, before I turned to the other side and felt his arms around my body.
I pretended falling asleep.
And after something around ten minutes, I could feel a kiss on the back of my head.
"I'm sorry... I'm trying to protect you... But why is it so hard?"
His quiet words were burned inside my mind, right when I felt him loosening the hug and heard the door opening and closing a few moments later.
I clenched my eyes together and tried hard to hold back my tears, but it didn't quite work out like I wanted it to.
I didn't even know why.
I just felt like fuckin' crying right now.
I was so confused.
(Ugh. I'm sorry for the crappy and short update. I've been struggling with this chapter for almost two weeks now, because I knew how I wanted to proceed the story, but didn't know how to write it. T^T Mianhaeyo. Hope you still like it.)
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