Kiss the Rain (9/?)
Kiss the Rain
Chapter IX
It's been a week since the incident about Hyukjae occurred. Donghae has been currently visiting him while I continued my studies at our school. They both took a two months vacation for Hyukjae to heal and remember Donghae - or even fall in love with him again - when the doctors said that he may already be discharged. They're currently at Mokpo, Donghae's hometown, so I'm left alone at Seoul.
Such great friends.
Good thing I was able to take care of myself independently - no more sudden attacks or fainting, and no more seeing that evil whats-his-name jerk either. My parents weren't at home, as always, they've been in California for their job for so long that I don't think they still remember their only child.
I was really shocked by the beautiful voice that haunted me back when I was at Hyukjae's room. I was scared at first, but everything became warmth when I felt someone embrace me. It was soothing, like I was in my arms of my mother. A very peculiar feeling emitted since I never felt that kind of affection from my parents before. It felt very cozy and so nostalgic, like a lullaby, that I couldn't help but close my eyes and jump into oblivion - I fell asleep.
Too bad that the soft and comfortable mattress were nothing but the white, smooth, and hard tiles of the hospital.
So unfortunately, I woke up with my back aching.
“Turn to page number 12 and read paragraph number 5, Kim-ssi,” the professor instructed one of my classmates as I sighed and continued to marvel at the wonderful sight which is the blue and wide sky. I heard that classmate of mine groan before standing up, causing his the floor to make a squeaking sound.
I was seated at the back and beside the large window of our classroom, revealing the big, old tree that was situated at the entrance, the front gate, and the tempting sky. It was a wonderful sight indeed - the beautiful nature. If I could wish to just jump from this classroom and soar in the sky, I would, but I knew better. I don't want to get my hopes up.
I knew and have already memorized most of our lessons already. Without anything to do at the hospital back then, I would just read my school books and answer all the exercises. So listening to the professor would be nothing but a pain in the ass.
The bell rung, indicating the start of our two hour lunch break and the end of our English period. Even before our Professor could bid us goodbye, my classmates immediately rushed out of the classroom to claim their meals and spots at the cafeteria. I mentally rolled my eyes and sighed, looking at our passive teacher in front. I just shrugged, got my things, and left for the old music room.
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The old and rusty music room had been my sanctuary for years. No one came here since most of the instruments are not usable and the place is almost dilapidated but still occupiable. It's situated at the very back part of the school--so more or less, no one would be able to see it (since it's been written on every student's mind that the school's back part is only for Donghae and Hyukjae). They actually didn't notice that I've been here since the first time I attended this school. In fact, I was the one who told my only friends about this wonderful and silent place.
The doors screeched when I opened it. I just chuckled at its weird sound, always welcoming me each time I come to the place. Placing my things on the table near the bookshelf after turning the lights on, I rushed to get the guitar I've been fond with. My best friend ever since, my love. I grinned as I was able to touch it. Finally, I thought.
Months have passed with me caged inside a hospital. Within those months, I've left this friend of mine alone in this quiet and medium-sized room and I felt bad. This guitar has accompanied me whenever I wanted solitude and it never failed to cheer me up. If I would be asked which item I treasure the most, this old guitar would be it.
I hummed as I started playing one of my favorite songs, eyes closed and breathing at its normal speed. Soon I was not on Earth anymore but on the world that I created on my own. There, where it was peaceful and quiet; where everyone appreciates each other; where music is created to bring forth love and peace. A world filled with awe. A perfect world … that would never exist.
I sighed as I opened my eyes and stopped playing. I looked at my left and saw the black grand piano standing so gloriously at the middle. Like the guitar I'm holding, the piano was already rusty and filled with scratches.
I wonder if it still works well.
I placed down my favorite guitar at its regular stand before walking to the piano. Lifting the lid that was covering the keys, my mouth gaped at its beauty. The outside was really old; it was rough from all the scratches and it looked vintage. But if you looked at its keys, you would wonder if someone used it everyday and washed off the dirt that was supposed to “decorate” it. It looked so clean, so white, and so new. It was weird. I was very curious.
I pulled the seat from under and carefully sat on it like it was a fragile glass that I'm afraid would break because of my weight. I'm not that heavy though, but still.
I heaved a deep breath before pressing a key. I exhaled as I grinned. The sound magnificently bounced off the walls and created such a wonderful sound. My eyes crinkled with happiness as my smile grew bigger. I never liked pianos before but it seemed like I'm going to love it starting from today.
I tried pressing three keys at once. It sounded like the G chord. I pressed other keys, and it sounded like C minor. Before I knew it, I was playing a piece.
The song was unknown to me, yet I continued playing. Heck, I never even played a piano before! I don't know what I'm doing. Am I producing noise or what? I don't know.
I just exhaled and closed my eyes. I didn't care. I was alone and I had the time to spare. I wanted my emotions to be conveyed freely, and - for the very first time - I'm going to use this piano I've always admired but never touched before.
Every note, every melody, it was beautiful. The sound was sad but not conflicting. It was actually beautiful and so serene to my ears. If I could explain it more specifically, it was like the time when Snow White ate a poison apple and fainted. The dwarfs saw her on the ground, unconscious and dead. Still, she looked beautiful and godly that the seven dwarfs couldn't bear to bury her. They loved her so much that it pained to not see her face. So they let her lie down on the grass, in between colorful flowers. She looked like she was sleeping, so peaceful and calm.
The dwarfs then started to cry and mourn for her. They removed their hats and bowed their heads, their hearts filled with sadness and remorse. But then the youngest of them surprised them with his innocent smile. They looked at him weirdly but he just continued to show his bright grin and pointed to Snow White.
Their eyes widened with what they saw. Snow White was smiling. She was smiling! She was happy with a reason unknown to the seven of them. She was happy, and that made them tear again, but now with smiles on their faces.
I continued to play the piece, not knowing that my cheeks were already wet with tears. The song was just beautiful. It conveyed love between the seven dwarfs and Snow White - something that we could also consider as the love between happy families. Something so very beautiful. Something serene, calm, and peaceful. Though it showed a tinge of sadness and pain, it conveyed true emotions. Like how a mother felt about her child - very happy though sad that her children could not see the things that she gave them. But it was worth it, in her eyes, because she knew that she brought her children up to be good people; that she was a part of their lives.
Love and happiness with a tinge of pain, that's what the song is all about.
A fairy tale.
I opened my eyes and smiled. I closed the lid and returned the seat where it was originally placed after standing up. I caressed the piano before getting my things and leaving, but not before wiping my tears and fixing my uniform.
I went back to the main building to continue my lessons.
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Kyuhyun was roaming around the schools during their break. Changmin was nowhere to be found and he didn't want to socialize with his bunch of friends today. He was just not in the mood to play around with those acquaintances of his. He wouldn't spare a single second to feel irritated and moody.
Tucking his hands in his pockets, he just followed where his feet would take him and did not mind the consequences. But, really, what would harm him this time?
He stepped on the ground of the back part of the school and sighed. He knew, of course he knew, that this place was forbidden by his Seniors, Lee Donghae and Lee Hyukjae, but he didn't care.
When did he actually care? Were their names written on this very place? They don't even own the school!
He just snorted at the thought as he continued to walk around.
Suddenly, he heard the very familiar sound of a piano playing.
Weird, since when did a music room exist here? It's the freaking backyard of the school! I must be imagining things.
But then he heard a G chord, followed by a C minor.
Ah, I'm going crazy!
He followed the sound out of curiousity and froze when he heard one of Ryeowook's composition.
“Shit. Am I too miserable that I'm imagining Wook playing his favorite piano pieces?” He ran his hand through his hair and stomped. “I'm going crazy here!” he shouted and thought that he must stop these crazy thoughts before someone brings him to an aslyum.
But, no, I don't think I'm just imagining or hearing things. The melody sounds too real. I've been playing the piano since childhood - why wouldn't I know whether a piano note is real or not?
He continued following the sound. With each step he took, the notes grew louder. He then knew that he was listening to something real.
“But how?” he asked himself, “Only Wook and I knew about this piece. He even said that he'll keep this to heart till we grow old together because this is one of his favorite compositions!”
He finally saw a small room that was almost dilapidated. Where did this place come from? How come he hasn't seen this on any of the school maps before?
He slowly peeked through the door to see a boy playing the piano with his eyes closed and … was he crying?
He entered the room with silent steps, praying that the lad wouldn't notice him.
Was this Wook playing? But the figure wasn't his. Oh shit. How did this guy knew about this piece?
Kyuhyun remembered the day when Ryeowook first let him listen to this wonderful composition of his. They were both really happy back then. He recalled what Ryeowook said the song means--love and happiness with a tinge of pain.
He never asked why the song's meaning sounded so sad so he really didn't know why Ryeowook kept the song at heart. His lover only played it to him once, during that day, so he never really bothered to know.
But he remembered the title of the piece--Fairy Tale.
He didn't know that he was holding his breath until he saw the lad's face. He stilled when he remembered the guy. It was the guy that kept bothering him!
He silently walked backward a few steps, his face filled with shock. He blinked before running towards the door, thanking the heavens that he never closed it, and exited the place immediately, not forgetting to close the old threshold.
Oh, how he just prayed that the lad was so absorbed in playing the piece that he didn't here him come and go to that dilapidated place.
A/N: Yeah, yeah. That school's backyard is indeed big.
A/N2: I've not been contented with what I write recently. It seems my muse never went back. -.- I rewrote this a lot of times and still ... ugh. Whatever. Also, the piece was Yiruma's Fairy Tale. (You can listen to it here.) As you can have maybe noticed, I'm going to use Yiruma's compositions for all the piano pieces here in this fic. They're all nice, seriously, since he's a great pianist! 8D
A/N3: Tell me what's wrong and what's good in the story and I'll love you to bits ;D Suggest any scene you want and I'll think about adding them :D KyuMin is just starting~