In the world of utter darkness, blooms a musical prodigy. To the world he was a maestro, yet he himself was wrapped away from the worldly being. He was Xiao Zhan.
Innocence and purity was one, Wang Yibo was known for. Singing was his passion and so...
Every heartbeat is in your name, With every touch of yours, I always feel the same, My feelings soars, when you kiss me every night, I yearn for more, When you're not by my side.
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Xiao Zhan's POV:
"Ma, I'll be home soon, don't worry, uncle is here to pick me up" I smile when I hear my mother's worry "yes, I need to practice a little more, I'll be home soon".
Pocketing my phone, I walk slowly towards the room that I know would be kept open for me. This is one of the few places I practice other than my studio back home. I prefer the after hours of school, mostly because the corridors would be empty and I can walk myself for my practices. I don't like worrying people or causing them unnecessary hassles.
Feeling my steps, knowing which direction I am walking, I smile at the countless number of times, I have used these hand rails, I know I am near, but my steps falter when I hear a faint music coming from my room. Who could be playing at this hour?
As I reach the place, I am pulled into an unknown trance. So beautiful. His playing is almost flawless.
Quietly hearing him play, I realise what it must feel to truly be alive. His pitch is perfect, his flair is great but requires a little bit of practice is his transition.
I realise that I spoke my thoughts out loudly was when I hear his yelp. Oops, I didn't want to scare him, for some reason, I just wanted to spend the rest of my evening hear him play.
Smiling, I don't let my courage fall when I offer to correct his stance. What are you doing Zhan, this student, ofcourse assuming that he's a student, does not even know you and here you're, helping him out? What if he does not want your help?
"Direction? How?" His soft baritone voice enquires and I truly feel a chill from within. Walking closely to where he is, judging from the earlier question that he isn't too far from me, I feel his fingers. Soft yet the calluses on his finger tip tells me, he's definitely a seasoned player and loves his passion. Setting them on the right part of the strings, I smile at him "Now play" and he obliges.
Once he plays, his demeanor changes and he moves even more closer to me "thanks, that was indeed good" as he shifts, his faint scent of sandalwood allures me further.
"What's your name, sir?" He enquires and I smile "Xiao Zhan, and yours?" I raise my hand to shake his and when his fingers touch against mine, I inwardly gasp "Wang Yibo" his voice is even more softer.
"You're chinese?" My inquisitiveness alludes me.
"Yes, I am, I received a scholarship to study here" his voice is soft and polite.
"So I guessed right, you're a student here" I grin. Great deduction Zhan.
"Yes sir" he replies and oh sweet thing, he's too polite, bet if I could see his face, he'd be blushing.
