piano | m.yg

VIIII

NOVEMBER 2009.

"you guys are dismissed now." 

mr.song tells the class, and everyone proceeds to pick up their book and walk out of the class. as alex was about to walk out of the classroom behind the others, mr.song calls her name.

"alex, can you come over here for a sec?"

alex turns around slowly, to meet mr.song's warm smile. she walks over to him, standing behind him. "yes, mr.song?"

mr.song let out a sigh before smiling again, "are you doing okay, dear?" he asks, concern evident as he spoke. alex plasters on a fake, but weak smile. "i'm fine."

mr.song pouts, "it doesn't seem like you are." 

mr.song pats the seat placed in front of the main piano, telling alex to sit down. she follows through.

"tell me, why are you down, doll?"

alex looks down at her fingers, blinking as she tries not to show how sad she was to mr.song. she hasn't told anyone how she was really felling, however, the way she acted was way different.

"it's..." she begins, "...hard to explain."

mr.song shrugs, "i have time."

alex lets out a shaky breath, her fringe blowing out as she does so. pulling a hair behind her ear, she begins to tell mr.song about how she felt.

"for the past month, things haven't been the same. it feels empty without yoongi in the classroom, and it feels lonely without having him beside me to teach me new songs, or show me ones i've never even heard of before. ever since he disappeared so suddenly...it just feels..."

alex pauses, as a tear rolled down her soft cheek, staining the soft platform with warm tears. mr.song watches her with sympathy, feeling her sadness himself.

"it just feels like everything became black and white."

~

"you're such an idiot." alex buries her head in her arms, as she laid her head on her desk. a paper laid under her head, a pencil right beside. 

she pulls her head up and looks down at the paper with her messy writing.

dear yeon-kimin,

i don't know what happened to you. do you know? of course you do. well, it's best you tell me so i know what happened. you disappeared out of nowhere, not even telling me or warning me you would be gone. are you trying to make me look like a fool? 

it's been weeks, but it feels like years. it's so dull without you. everything just looks monotoned. thanks to you, i haven't been the same either. yeah, remember my smile? that.

it's gone.

ever since you disappeared, it feels like everything did with you.

alex stands up, harshly pushing her chair back. her dad enters the room, a tray in hand. alex looks over at him, as he smiles at her.

the tray had a bowl of freshly cooked ramen, steam coming out from it. beside it, was a mug filled with fruit punch. it probably wasn't the best mix, but it was alex's favorite.

he walks up to her desk, placing the tray down. alex looks at her father in slight confusion, as to why her father suddenly made her food. especially her favorite.

she was thankful, nonetheless.

"dad?" she calls her father's name softly, and he turns around, the warm smile still spread across his lips. "yes, sweetheart?"

"why did you give this all of a sudden?" she questions, and namjoon chuckles under his breath. walking closer to his daughter, he bends down, meeting the same eye level as her.

alex knew how smart her father was, and it was no doubt he knew exactly how she was feeling.

"i know you've been feeling down this past month, and so, i decided to cook your favorite meal. and..." he sighs, "i'm sorry i haven't been doing much to help."

alex pauses, before letting out a small, but genuine smile that reached her eyes. "thanks, dad."

her father stands up, "anytime."

~

"anytime!" yoongi's mother smiles at the man whom had just exited their door, also known as their neighbor.

yoongi remains on the couch, earbuds placed inside both of his ears. he put the volume at full blast, not wanting to talk to anyone at all.

his mother sighs as she looks at her now, dull son. it was like the departure of his father happened all over again.

however, she didn't regret moving to Seoul at all. 

it was beneficial for both her and yoongi, as so she thought.

as yoongi listened to the music blasting in his ears, which was soft, piano playing. he downloaded a bunch of songs that were solely just piano on his MP3 player.

he closed his eyes, blacking out whatever was around him. he does this often now, closing his eyes as he listened to music. it was his only pain reliever now.

the piano he had loved to play had been taken away from him once they had moved. his mother wanted anything that reminded yoongi of alex to be gone. 

"it's so stupid," yoongi thought.

he felt stupid.

stupid to have let go of alex like that so easily, however, he wouldn't say he did.

he hated the fact that he couldn't be by alex's side anymore. he hated the fact that she wasn't by his. he hated the fact that he couldn't even be happy anymore.

but, even if he had to wait day and night to see her face again; call her gemstone, that beautiful name that reflected the beauty she had.

he'd do it.

but they're just kids, there's no point anyways.