Seventeen Imagines

Jun - Piano

I don't know if you would like this but I just suck at writing. Sorry for my shitty grammars and vocabulary. Enjoy!

(All in Jun's POV)

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I've been feeling lonely since my mother passed away. The only thing that accompanies me is my piano. My mother gave it to me before she passed away.

It's been 3 years since I played it. Now that I'm back, I just need to play it again so I could feel my mom's appearances. I wiped the top of the piano before opening up the cover.

It's dusty.

I try for some notes and begin to feel the aura. Then, my fingers were running on the keys, making a beautiful melody. It's a song that my mom loved. She used to ask me to play it for her especially during her birthday.

I play 'Next To You by Chris Brown and Justin Bieber'. She would always sing it to me. I begin to smile thinking about the memories.

I remember my mom said that she would think about my dad whenever she sings it.

"Hey, Jun." y/n took a seat beside me. I took a quick glance at her and back to my piano. I keep on playing some other songs. "I know you're thinking about your mom," she said and I stopped playing. "Of course, who could I thinking about?" I said and taking out a cigarette from my pocket.

As I was about to light it up, y/n took it away from me. I scrunched my eyebrows as she took it away. I was about to be mad at her but she cut me out.

"Your mom will not be happy if she discovers you like this," she said and gave me a lollipop instead.

"Stop smoking," she said. I sighed and look at her again before taking the lollipop. I tear up the wrap and put the lollipop inside my mouth. y/n smiled.

"Play a song for me," she requested. "Can you sing to it?" I asked with the lollipop in my mouth. "Sure, what song?" she asked.

"Next To You"

y/n nodded and I started to play the piano. It's been a long time since I've heard someone singing to this song with me playing the piano.

Somehow, my tears started to roll down my cheeks.

I tried to hide it from y/n as possible as I can but I just trapped up. She stopped singing and I stopped playing as well. I slightly turned my face to the side so that she couldn't see my face.

"Don't try to act tough around me. I know you're sad on the other side," she said and put her arms around me. "I have a shoulder if you want to."

Her words somehow eased me so I slowly turned and face her. I'm in a mess right now. She smiled and hugged me tightly and I ended up crying on her shoulder. She almost like my mom which makes me miss her more but I like how she reminded me of my mother and always be there for me.

"You know you're the best, right?" I said after I settled down with my feelings. "After your mom right?" she asked with a smile and I nodded. I once told her that my mom is always the best and she's the second-best woman after her.

She fills up my emptiness.