Forest Piano; Minsung Au

02

Minho ended up walking downstairs, soft screaks can be heard as he take each steps down the stairs.

He slowly went at the front of the fridge trying not to make any noise and is scared that maybe there's actually that scary man who kissed him in his dream.

Not that he doesn't want to see him again, because he actually liked how the kiss felt as it touched his.

And before opening the fridge, he noticed a pitcher that gave him chills right through his spine.

"What the fuck..." He cursed to himself as he loose grip of his hand, attached to the handle of the fridge's door.

Knowing that the pitcher was placed on the table, he froze right away at his place as everything starts to progress inside his mind. "It was not a dream..." He observed the pitcher with his two naked eyes, "The pitcher isn't full either..." Realizing everything with his goosebump-covered skin.

The old windows near the front door gushed opened, emitting a loud booming creaking sound that engulfed the dead silent hall of the old house.

Minho could only gape and was again frozen at the same place he is, while holding the pitcher with his two hands, ready to drink directly to it. The chilly wind wandered around and it made Minho's hair on his arms and legs stood up straight.

"For fuck's sake! It's so cold... and fucking scary." He said as he took a quick sip from the pitcher, his throat feeling refreshed, and returned it inside the fridge.

He actually didn't bother to close the creaking windows anymore but instead, he walked right through the door and touched the knob, slowly rotating it to open the front door.

He himself doesn't have even a single idea on why he is trying to go out, but he didn't really budge after all.

It was as if he is drawn in to some magic spell.

And as he took his first step away from the front door, the cool chilly breeze welcomed his skin, making him shiver a bit but still continued anyways.

Half-way through it, Minho kind of regained his senses back to normal, the way it usually is. He has no idea where he is right now, "I'm obviously lost, what the shit." Beads of sweats once again formed on his forehead and around his nose too, but unlike earlier, it was lesser this time.

He looked up to the round moon, realizing that he can hear again this certain piano tune. It was genuinely sad and lonely, he can feel the sadness through the piano piece that was playing.

Once again, Minho was drawn in as he followed where this piano tune is emitting from. Each step he take, the sound of the dried leaves scattered on the ground, breaking into pieces, can be heard.

Minho is clueless on why he is doing this instead of trying to reach back to his grandma's house. But after all, he still followed the tune as the soft sound of his slippers was creating joined him.

As he reached at the eye of the forest, he was shock as he sees a boy sitting on a piano stool, his fingers were moving smoothly. It was as if the piano is an extension part of him, his eyes were closed as he played the piano but regardless, he can still perfectly hit the correct notes.

Minho's tears suddeny falls down without a warning, it didn't even form, it just suddenly fell out of nowhere. He slowly touches both of his cheeks with his hands realizing he was acting weird.

W-why am I crying? Was the only thought inside his head at the moment.

He was only watching the boy from afar, yet it manages to make him cry.

He knew something was not right, and thought that this forest piano is cursed. Plus, why would a piano be here at the middle of the forest to begin with.

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To be continued...

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