The Moon and his lover (a forthbeam fanfiction)

Neptune

Happy New Year 2019.

Thank you for voting for my story. I couldn't answer most of your votes.

Space Trivia

Neptune: is the eighth and last planet from the Sun in the Solar System.

Beam's Pov.

The room was a complete chaos.

It looked as if someone was living there.

I could see takeouts boxes littered around the place.

It was filthy.

And among all that, Forth was standing between P'Park and P'Lam.

"Just go home, Park!"

"Are you kidding! He had sex with my girlfriend! How do you want me to calm down?"

"That's not Lam's style! Just go home, before you do something you will regret!"

I cleared my throat since they didn't notice my presence. 

Surprised, they turned to look at me.

P'Lam took the opportunity to put a pile of paper on the piano before dashing outside, I had to step aside or he would have to trample me. 

Furious, P'Park was about to follow him but Forth pushed him back forcefully against the wall.

"Don't make me call Pha!" The warning fell on deaf ears and Forth was pushed back, followed by a punch administrated by P'Park. 

The latter glared at him before and walked outside. He stopped next to me to stare at me unreadable, before he stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

I flinched and stepped away from the door because of the loud noise.

"What are you doing here? Did Pha send you to spy on me in order to make sure there was no bloodbath?"

I stared blankly at Forth.

"What? I just came here to rehearse what I wanted to play for...that's not of your business! You are the one who made all that ruckus!"

He faltered and he sat down heavily on the chair.

Judging from what I was seeing, Forth was the one who was playing the guitar....this knowledge was...surprised me....

"You are the one who is playing the violin next door?"

Even if it was asked genuinely, I couldn't help but be on my guard. 

Forth has always been able to needle me.

Not cute like Yo.

Not funny like Yo.

It was as if Yo was a god and I was a lowly puny human.

Like each time, I snapped at him.

"That's none of your business!"

'I really need to work on my social interaction...'

"Easy, nong. I was just going to congratulate you..."

I watched him suspiciously, I was waiting for the 'but'.

"...but I think Bach is a bit too serious for the Moon competition...if you want to win of course."

I knew it, he would say that!

He must have noticed I was starting to be angry so he hurried to add.

"But you play very well!"

"Whatever...I don't need your approval to get by with my life!"

"Good! Confidence is mostly what is going to make you win."