EXO One-shots Collection [ M + E ]

[E] Hear My Music

CHARACTERS : EXO-K's D.O × PARK HYORIN
GENRE : Angst, Romance

" No, no,no! You got it all wrong!"

Hyorin flinched at her instructor's sudden loud voice.

" You should be following the metrognome, not just simply play the piano! Do you think they will allow you to go to the next round like this?"

A strange vibe flows in her body, her ears begins to hurt. Her eyes twitched, feeling the intense pain that dominates her brain. An anonymous pain attacks her eyes. Hyorin could not hear her instructor, Jang Suk Joo's voice clearly anymore. The middle-aged man's voice no longer became loud and clear, it has slowly turns soft and suddle. Hyorin cups her ears with her palms, urges to run away from the Maestro's class.

" Where are you going? Park Hyorin!" Suk Joo was astonished against Hyorin's act. He curses her for coming, him realizing that teaching her was no use.

Hyorin leans against the concrete wall at the back of the building and locks her knees with her pair of arms. She lets out her tears and wails furiously. Hyorin was so disappointed with herself, blaming her own humanity to exist in a way that no other people had ever born with.

All she wants is to play music. Music that she herself can dominate. Music that tells people her own story, her life. Music that screams to people, ' I'm alone! Please save me!'. For Hyorin, the world is cruel. Cruel enough to let herself die. Nobody had ever take even the slightest act to ask, ' Are you okay?'. None has ever take a second to sit down and listen to her playing the piano and compliment here. None.

And there she was, mourning in silence, thinking that there was the only spot where she can be alone. All alone.

Just when she thinks she's on her own..

" Cry as all as you want. It might reduce your pain," a suddle voice stops Hyorin's wails for a moment. She peeks from the locks of her arms and noticed a piece of handkerchief handed out by the talking anonymous. " Just in case," he added.

Hyorin feels the urge to wipe her tears, later welcoming the soft fabric in her palms and wipes all the tears away. She still wants to hide her face in her own self. Probably he will leave me.

" Let's go," the anonymous said as he reaches out his hands. Slowly, Hyorin lifts up her face. His face, it was undescriptive. For her, there's like a loop of halo on top of him. Wide doe eyes, heart-shaped lips, a mix of red and brunette palette dyed on his hair. He looks so innocent but mysterious at the same time. Who is this guy?

" Let's go?" he asked again. With a bit of hesitation but limitless excitement and curiosity, Hyorin takes the hand and follows him.

" Don't be scared, you just need to sit on the bench," he convinced Hyorin who was still standing behind him. She clasped onto his arm tightly, maybe never wanting to let go. She eagerly refused and hides herself behind his broad back again, despite the fact that he is quite a short lad.

" Hey, hey. Are you scared?" he asked worrily when seeing Hyorin's eagerness in refusing the piano. She furiously nodded, wincing in fear. He turns, facing her and comforted her in his arms. " It's okay if you are scared of the piano. We can always play next time,"

We?

Ever since then, Hyorin would dress nicely and pack her bags whenever it's 10 minutes till noon. The lad; known as Do Kyungsoo ; will always encourage her to play any songs, let it be Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata or Yiruma's Flowing River. Sometimes it would be Lindt's La Campanella. Which ever he encourages to, Hyorin enjoys it day by day.