Moon Song | k.nj

Chapter 2

Namjoon led her through the pitch dark streets, holding firmly onto her wrist. His touch was so warm, so caring, she never wanted him to let go. 

"Where are we going again?" 

"You'll see. And, I forgot to mention, you have a beautiful voice." He turned around and smiled. His dimples just keep getting to me. 

"Thank you, so do you." She paused. "You should sing in some night clubs. People would love to hear you."

"I-couldn't!"

"Why not? It's not like they're about you personally..." She stopped speaking abruptly when she saw the look on his face. 

"Actually.." he bit his lower lip. "I wrote them."

"REALLY! THAT WAS SO AMAZING YOU HAVE SERIOUS ABILITIES NAMJOON YOU NEED TO SHOW THEM TO THE WORLD!" She screamed. 

"Calm down! You'll wake up the whole continent! And, i don't think I should show them to the world. They're not that good."

"You're just being modest. That was the most beautiful song I've ever heard."

Namjoon started blushing. Haneul could almost see it, even in the darkness. "Thank you. I just, don't think people will like my songs."

Haneul laughed so hard she almost fell. "Are you KIDDING? NAMJOON. YOU'VE GOT REAL TALENT!" 

"I don't know, I just."

"Not ready? I guess I understand." Haneul stroked his muscular shoulder. "Well, it's like my sister always said, 'If you have a dream, don't expect to be able to follow through immediately. Dreams come with time.'"

"Wow. That's so meaningful." Namjoon smiled, staring at the ground for a moment before grabbing her again to lead her. "Still, you need to follow me."

She nodded, happily noticing that his hand no longer held her wrist, but was intertwined with her own. How am I warming up to a perfect stranger so fast! He could be a con artist. I should go home. But her heart acted against her conscience. I couldn't leave him in the cold, plus, he wants to show me something. 

Namjoon was leading her into a dimly lit alleyway, and she shuddered at the eerie feeling reverberating from the atmosphere. Namjoon pulled her closer to him. 

"Don't be afraid."

She rested her head on his shoulder. "Why would I be now?"

They walked in silence for a while longer, heads resting on each other, until Namjoon broke the silence. 

"We're here." He stood in front of an abandoned building. 

"What is this place?" Haneul's conscience was screaming at her. Get out of here! It's not safe. He could be a serial killer! But she pushed it away, too curious to be scared. 

Namjoon said nothing and pulled her inside. It was an old diner, unused for what seemed like years. A place so dead, here in Seoul? Nothing dies in Seoul. 

"This is where I write my music."

Papers were scattered on a table, with music notes and words written on them. Haneul picked one up to read some of the lyrics. 

"Not that one. It's not finished. But you can read this one. Or hear me play it. Your choice."

"Play it?" She asked warily. 

He nodded, and suddenly pulled a dusty sheet off something. A piano. 

"Oh! Would you play it?" 

"Anything for you, Heaven and Sky." He stopped speaking in Korean to say the English translation of her name. She understood enough English to know what he said. 

She smiled, and settled on a chair. "Take it away, Mr. Namjoon!" 

And he began to play.