Nefastus Formido {Ateez FF}

3

A beautiful, calm melody was filling the spacious white&ivory chamber. Each note was enfolding Seonghwa's ears like a delicate dew, that could be witnessed every spring morning. He opened the birch, adorned door indeed, but daren't to step inside. Entering the room meant destroying the aura that was settled in there, thanks to the ayre coming from the piano.

From the distance, Seonghwa could clearly see, how long fingers of a talented pianist were agilely pressing the keys. He stood still for several minutes feeling like in some kind of trance, sinking into the sounds with all his being.

When he thought the young man was done with his solo performance, his angelic voice vibrated among the relaxing notes of a melody. Each word coming out of his lips was entangling with the ayre, Seonghwa could guarantee that he was able to see how they dance together in the air, creating an ideal scenario. His gaze moved away after a while and started focusing on an artist himself.

Blonde, medium-length hair glistening softly in the sun rays coming through the panoramic windows, ivory satin shirt loosely covering his perfectly toned upper body. The fabric was so thin, that a gentle shadow thrown on the pianist was showing his exact figure underneath.

When examining his bright silhouette, Seonghwa didn't notice that artist finished his play. Aura from the while ago was still comfortably settled inside the chamber, seeming like an inherent part of it.

Pianist turned around, facing Seonghwa with a calm expression on his nearly ideal facial features.

"Why haven't you came inside? I was waiting for you Seonghwa." A kind smile appeared on his crimson lips, their color was contrasting with his pale complexion.

"How did you get to know my name? Who are you?" Seonghwa's deep tone was like a painful torn comparing to the angelic voice of the ethereal artist. Even though he asked two questions, none of them were verbally answered. Instead, pianist got up from his seat and came closer to the confused black-haired, stopping two steps away.

"I am the one you will get to know soon. Be strong enough to keep up Park Seonghwa. Evil never sleeps and now it is highly awake." suddenly pianists voice started to fade, like it is descending from Seonghwa further and further away.

Everything around him became blurred, only white and ivory colors remained in front of his eyes. Calm and relaxing aura was replaced with the freezing, dark one, fear gradually filled his mind.

He screamed, widely opening his eyes, sitting straight, cold sweat dripping off his forehead. Breathing heavily, he wiped the salty drops off his face and fell onto the pillows again, staring into the ceiling.

He passed out in the living room, but all of a sudden woke up in his bed. On top of that, what even was that weird dream? Maybe a hallucination or whatever that thing was?

The ethereal pianist reminded him about someone, but he couldn't make up his face again to get the answer. A sudden noise of a ringtone next to the bed made him flinch, he turned around. Narrowing his eyes because of the glowing screen, he tried to read who is calling him at 3 am.

It was none other than Kang Yeosang, Seonghwa's ex boyfriend. He picked up the phone, even though his hands were trembling like crazy.

"H-hello?" He cleared his dry throat after his voice cracked, a short snort came from the other side of the call.

"Don't consider me desperate Hwa, but I feel obligated to tell you something. I had a dream about a white&ivory chamber—"

"And you were the pianist?" Seonghwa cut him in the middle of the sentence, his pupils narrowed to the size of the small dots.