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What is life?

    Then I proceeded in getting up off the ground, to run to my father’ yelling that gradually grew louder as he got closer to me. I want change, I want this pain in my chest to be gone, I want something to want; I just want.

    Whatever that want is, when I find it or happen to stumble across it; I will hold on to it for as long as my pained chest can hold. But until then, all that is of me in this moment, is dusty piano keys, and the sounds echoing in the corners of the ceiling; in that cold room.

This is Piano Keys….

         The smell of breakfast cooked by my mother and the morning wake up from my father, made my usual days better.  I may not get to see them as often as I want since, they are usually on business runs or just not around long enough for me to get home. But regardless I receive each smile, hug and meal as if it is my last; humble I am.  Walking to the bathroom, to freshen up and returning to my room, to get dressed; making my way downstairs to eat and then to that black car. The black car that takes me from here to there, and yet, at first the driver seemed scary, he is actually really nice. Shutting the door, getting comfortable as I placed my bag to the right of me on the empty seat. Smiling at Mr. K, thinking about what song I was going to either learn or compose today. Hopefully I could compose something on those dusty piano keys.

“Minseok?”

“Hmm”

“How are you today? Do you have your medication?”

“Yes, I do… And I am doing well today! How are you Mr. K?”

“Doing well, that my favorite little one is doing well also”

      I returned a smile to him, in the rear view mirror, before taking time to get lost in my thoughts, staring out the window, as everything went by me a slow blur. Asking mentally, to nobody in particular,

What is Life?

      Resting my wondering thoughts, on my forearm, as the drive continued to the building. Where I don’t know anyone other than the professor that came in to teach me piano, and the large amount of staff. My best friends consisting of the butler, Jared and my driver, Mr. K ; were the only two I could trust in such a cold place. Smiling to myself as I thought of the memory, when I was unable to make it home on my birthday; but despite being stuck there, Jared and Mr. K threw me a mini celebration, making me laugh and have a good time. They truly are my best friends, I wish to have more though, but; I am thankful.

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The Destination

“I will count off and you shall play”

“Okay”

“1… 2… 3…4~” he counted off.

      I began as he told me too, finding the piano as a way to let my emotions go, and tell a story. Slightly becoming lost in the sounds I made from my fingers pressed on the piano keys, to my attention being shifted as a new face, trailed ghostly pass the window. My teacher slapping the piano with the pencil he was holding, telling me to focus. Which I did, turning my gaze back to the music I hadn’t been reading at all, sneaking a glance at the face of a girl sitting in the chair just outside the window. Receiving another yell from the teacher to focus, and doing so as I began to end the song, and leave for the day.

      Gathering my music book, placing the aged papers into my bag, as I took one of my pills; walking through the hall on my way to the entrance. She came walking in the opposite direction, looking straight ahead in a weird way though, like her vision wasn’t easily swayed. Leaving the building I hopped into the car, preparing to go home, so I could lay in the green field, and ask the air questions about life.

“Did you have a nice day?” Mr. K asked, as I shut my door.

“Besides Mr. Cho, yelling at me to focus when a new person came in; yes” I responded staring at the entrance of the building, hoping for her to walk out.

“Ah, you are talking about Kim Yoo Jung”

“Yoo-Jung that is a pretty name” I said making a mental note, for talking reasons.

“But you mustn’t talk to her”

“Why? We come here together now, I would like to be f~”

“You mustn’t”

       I didn’t reply, because this was surely going to be impossible if, she was to have piano lessons with me and we’ll be there with me every day. But what is the reason behind us not being able to talk to each other? This question puzzles me, and well I was ready to go and lay in the green field to talk to the air about such a thing.

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Kim Yoo Jung

Author POV

“Hi, Ms. Kim would you mind following me?”

“K” she replied, reaching her hand out for a wall or a hand.

“You will begin piano lessons and take classes like everyone else”

Yoo-Jung nodded her head before asking, “There are others that come here?”

“Yes, but you mustn’t get involved with him” The professor, Mr. Cho, spoke guiding her to the piano.

“Why?” she asked innocently, “Why can’t I talk to him?”

“Have you ever played the piano?”

        Yoo-Jung noticed the change of question and didn’t bother to ask again, for she feared he would become angry with her. Being blind isn’t a thing you can be aware of with expressions, you have to listen to voices and accept the darkness of not seeing like other people.

“Yes I have, but I am not very good, since I can’t see~”

“I can help you” Mr. Cho replied, guiding her hands over the piano keys, pressing them down on the key telling her the sound.

“I will make it a mission, to memorize them” Yoo-Jung laughed, clapping her hands together.

“First step” Mr. Cho replied laughing along with her.

“First step” She replied, placing her hands to the piano.

“One minute I will be right back”

         Yoo-Jung heard his voice fade into the unseen distance, exhaling as she ran her hands along the piano keys. Beginning to play something that came into her head, even though she said she wasn’t good at the piano because of sight, she meant she couldn’t read music. But she adored playing from her heart, which made the darkness she walked in so much brighter and with that light, bearable.

“I thought you said you couldn’t play well?”

“Oh, uh, this.. I can’t read music” Yoo-Jung forced a smile, as his voice suddenly appearing behind her scared her.

“I see, well we will begin with the practice tomorrow, for now go with Jared, as he shows you around.”

“Okay”

          She picked herself up from the piano, and walked to the voice of who she guessed was Jared, taking his hand as he offered it. Walking with him through the empty halls and into rooms, where she met new voices and soft hands.

           The whole time in her mind thinking about who this he is, and why she couldn’t meet such a person. After all the way Mr. Cho talked about him was as if he is a student alongside me here. Why can’t I talk to him?

AN: Hey Guys ^^ 

I found a request for a fanfiction on tumblr and well I thought maybe I could write such a fic <33 So Here I am taking a shot at it ^w^ 

To: Chaixing

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