I let myself into the hotel room, gently locking the door behind me and gazed across the massive mirrored panes of glass to see Soobin, still seated outside on the balcony. I took the guitar off my back and sat it against the wall and approached him, sliding the balcony door open to find he was intently listening to a live band of street musicians that had started up a short distance away.
He turned to me, lifting up a poured glass of blood for me. "Welcome back, my love."
I stepped forward to take the glass from him and took a seat at the table in the empty, wooden chair.
"Did you find a suitable place for Beomgyu's rest?" he asked as he swirled his glass around in intrigue.
I took a small sip from my own, letting the sweet, metallic liquid settle on my tongue "Yes. It was the perfect spot for him."
Soobin nodded with a smile, looking back out towards the horizon "I'm happy you were able to do that for him, Kai. You did a very noble deed. I'm proud of you."
He pressed a gentle smile my way and I took a further sip from my glass, turning my attention to the music playing in the distance. I could now make out the small band of 3 people playing under the street lights outside of a small restaurant. A pianist and vocalist, an accordion player and a violinist coming together to play a slow, dream-like French love song into the romance-filled air.
"Do you understand the lyrics, Soobin?"
Soobin slowly nodded "Yes. It's a song about the very hill that this hotel is positioned upon, the highest point in all of Paris. It speaks of a poet having written a song for a stranger he met here and how they shared one moment in time together, but how he continues to long for her in the streets. A very bittersweet piece, but beautiful, nonetheless."
How uncanny, I thought to myself. It almost reminded me of Beomgyu's brief love for me, in a small way.
Soobin suddenly cleared his throat as he began translating the verses for me after they were sung.
The moon all too fair
In your russet-red hair
Sets a sparkling crown
The moon all too red
With glory it spreads
On your poor, tattered gown
The moon all too white
Caresses the light
In your world-weary eyes
Princess of the street
Do allow me to greet you
My broken heart cries
He turned back to me and blushed slightly at how intently I was now gazing at him.
"There's something incredibly attractive about you translating a French love song to me while in Paris, Soobin" I grinned, twisting my glass around in between my fingers as I eyed him longingly across the small table between us.
"Am I not equally as attractive at other points in time, Kai?" he smirked.
"Stop taking things out of context" I laughed. "Did you finish your book?" I looked around, not seeing it anymore.
"I did. It was written by a well-known landscape photographer from the early 1900s. He was explaining in great detail the varying stages of sunlight during the golden and blue hours and how they are most suited for some very captivating imagery. I found it both fascinating and informative, since, obviously.. sunlight is no longer an option for us."
I smiled secretly to myself for the umpteenth time that night. 6 hours was too long to wait until I could finally unveil my shining surprise for Soobin.
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New World | SOOKAI
FanfictionKai, a 20 year old musician is pushed to the brink of his existence through a series of unfortunate events. He happens upon a mysterious man one night with whom holds an interest in his talent and an old fashioned charm to him, the likes of which al...
