#baozhits

his fingers were tracing the outline of the piano keys in order to play a couple of notes altogether the way it was sketched out on the sheets. pale lips were slightly parted out, focusing his attention in order to play the song on the piano. wanting nothing more to perfect it for the woman who he had his eyes upon for weeks. months even. surely it’s challenging, a new song xiumin wasn’t too familiar with. but when the woman informed him during the outing where they met on the bench.he solemnly swore he’d try his best. the vibrations of his cell phone hit the surface that was displayed besides the music sheets. he glances at it with curiosity before his slender fingers were lifted up in order to pick it up."chorong?""xiumin." she chirps on the other line, footsteps were rushed on the sidewalk as she wanders around to one direction to the latter. trying to recall the directions the other male informed her the day before, hoping they could meet again before she heads back home. "i’ll be there in ten minutes. hope you didn’t forget."surely it wasn’t forgotten just simply wandering in his thoughts the entire time, nerve-wracking and the anxious feeling created knots in the center of his stomach as well just thinking about it. “i’ll be here.” he said, a smile grew afterwards and they let the phone call drop seconds after.chorong  stands on the tip of her toes seconds afterwards, glancing through the glass door. wondering if he was home or that he was delayed to make sure everything was neatly put together. lifting a loose fist up towards the door, only to watch it open up to meet eye to eye with him standing there with a friendly smile playing on the lips. “come in.”and so she does, setting her bag down on the nearest corner when he began to guide the charcoal hair female to room where the piano was. “do you recall the surprise i was going to show you?” he inquired, watching her nod her head in response as he planted himself onto the stool."i did, i believe so." chorong adds on, his palm resting on the surface of the wooden stool. indicating to take a seat besides him and she does so, glancing at the music sheets in order to hum the song. and suddenly it seems quite familiar in the eye, as if she’s seen these notes beforehand when she used to play."well, here it is." he takes a moment to prepare himself, fingers dancing along the keys in order to play the song smoothly for their hears to hear. it links together in a soothing tone and suddenly chorong remembers what it was exactly. a song that captured her heart years before, where she used to play during the rainy days because it fit well together. it’s a song she used to play herself.a palm was raised up to let it rest on top of his own, pretending to play it by herself despite the leverage of xiumin’s hand as support. there was no words that slipped past their lips and certainly, they stayed quiet in order to listen to it. her head laid right against his shoulder, glancing up at him behind lashes."thank you for this."