Forest Piano; Minsung Au

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     Minho lives with his grandmother who happens to be living near the forest. It hasn't been a week, yet he already hated it. Thinking about the forest gives him chills. Reason? Every midnight, this certain piano tune can be heard at the middle of the forest. What made it even more interesting is that everytime Minho hears it, it feels like his whole body is being contained in a love magic spell, hearing the tune felt like it was something he's been longing for, for so long.

     Back to it, his parents left him with his grandmother to enjoy summer vacation away from the city and technologies. Minho has no choice but to follow his mother because after all he is scared of her, but at least he was able to bring his cats with him.

     They just finished supper and he is now laying on his bed staring at the ceiling. He is bored, and it was evident on his face that just by looking at him you can already tell he is. He raised both his hand, fidgeting his fingers through the air. It was so boring that he might just pass out because of it.

     Minutes passed by and he finally decided to grab his phone to kill the boredness that was eating him, and opens his social media account. But that did not last for very long because life is not good enough not to distract him.

     "Who's there?" he looks through the window, "Hello?" Just now the window made a creaking sound and it felt that someone was looking at him. Or maybe it was just his mind making up things out of boredness.

     "Probably my imagination." he said quietly to himself, "Sleeping is the only thing to shut my mind. And since the night is kinda getting deeper." He smiled to himself as he pulls the comforter and wraps himself around it. It was comfortable, and soon enough he was in deep sleep.

     "He looks so pretty." A boy said, looking at Minho in awe through the window glass. Everything was perfectly perfect at the moment as the moonlight shone down on Minho. He was beautiful. And the way he sleeps so peaceful makes it even more beautiful that he passed as a Prince that can save him. Was the thought running around the boy's mind.

     Time has passed and the boy was still there watching Minho sleep the whole time, "Okay time to go." The boy disappears.

     Soon, Minho started fidgeting around his bed. He doesn't feel comfortable anymore, it's like something is waking him up. And it was a success, he's finally awake. He was grouchy and was annoyed. Every night was like this. It has always been like this here.

     "Ugh!" He groans out of annoyance. He quickly stood up and went down to look for something to drink, his throat was so dry it felt like he hasn't drank water for decades.

"You're still up?" A man's voice can be heard, causing Minho to choke while drinking, "And I can't believe you're drinking water directly from the pitcher!" scolded the man.

     "I-I'm sorry!" Minho said as he places the pitcher he got from the fridge, down on the table.

     But no, something's wrong here. There's only grandma inside the house, which means no way there is a man's voice he can hear inside.

     "W-w-who are you?!" He shouted, trying to intimidate whoever it is that's making fun of him. There were no response, but only a slam of the front door. Minho was dead scared, his knees are quivering out of fear and in no time, he scurried upstairs. Beads of sweats formed on his forehead, on his nose and around it.

     "What the fuck is wrong with this house?!" He said while rummaging his eyes through the surroundings, observing if someone is following or maybe, with him right now. Minho doesn't believe in ghosts because those are just things your mind makes, imagination. But look who is scared right now.

     "Show yourself coward! You think I'm scared?!" Minho was acting feisty as he shouted.

     The man's voice was heard once again, "You really want to see me, huh?" And at the moment he said it, there were hands who touched Minho's two shoulder and as it touched it, Minho felt sparks causing him to flinch. Chills and goosebumps rolled over his body.

     "W-w—" Minho closed his eyes, he was supressed as someone touched his lips with their lips too. It felt soft and sweet. It was different from any other kisses he experienced, he felt pleasure and intimacy. At the same time, Minho's panicness was gone, he calmed down. He had lost control of his body as he felt the kiss, and he was sure that the kiss sucked every problem and sadness he is feeling. He was in ease.

     As Minho opens his eyes, he was back in his bed, the same way he is earlier, "A dream?" Minho said. He touched his forehead and felt the beads of sweats on it. But his throat was dry again. He was not yet convinced that what happened was just a dream. Everything felt surreal at that time. He touches his lips remembering the kiss. Just that one quick kiss and he was already into him.

     "Who is he... I barely remember his face but he was beautiful." He slowly stood up, hesitating if he should drink water again.

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To be continued...

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