a haunting melody
Title: A haunting melody [Part 2]
Pairings: KyuMin, very ninja mentions of Past!KyuHan
Rating: PG
Summary: A past, a buried passion, two stories, two men, an untold love story.
A/N: Sorry this took me long enough~
Dedicated to Stef. Yes, I decided every update shall be your surprise. ^^
“Welcome back, young master.” The butler held the door open for the young man. “How was your day at your new school?”
“Nothing much,” Sungmin handed his bag over to one of the helpers and plopped down onto the couch. He switched the television on and made a face when the news came on. He flipped through the channels and finally settled for the cartoon. His parents don’t like him watching any other channels except the news-they say it’s a waste of time. “There’s this weird guy in class though.”
The older employee in the house had thought the man would end at his usual answer. He’d been in the household long enough to know what kind of reply goes with the kind of question he asks of the young man. So when he’d continued, the butler turned back to the couch in surprise. His young master doesn’t usually pay attention to anyone in class.
“This guy…” Sungmin trailed off, trapped in his own thoughts, not knowing the other was waiting for him to continue.
“Yes, young master?”
The young man blinked when someone called out to him. It was then that he realised he had been thinking aloud. “Oh, nothing. You may carry on with your tasks, Uncle Kim.” He nodded when the butler threw him a curious glance before bowing, and turned to leave. Sungmin sighed.
This new classmate of his intrigued him. If the other had been that defensive of the black notes on the table back then- why is he not sitting at his place? Rather than throwing threats around with those piercing eyes, he could have easily guarded fingers from the music notes easily if he’d just sat-
“Welcome back sir, and madam.”
Sungmin barely held back a squeak, and clumsily fumbled for the remote to change the picture on the TV screen back to the news channel-his heart thumping wildly at the sudden announcement.
“How was your day, dear?”
“Great,” Sungmin answered his mother with a grin. “They’re all very nice.”
“Of course they are. You have no idea how much I had to pay them to ensure that.” Sungmin felt his heart sink, his smile weaken. Why did his parents always have to do this? He just wanted to attend school like every other kids. He wanted friends to hang out with. He wanted to skip school and go dunk himself into trouble, and then get home to be grounded by his parents.
He didn’t need them to pay people to treat him nicely. He didn’t need the people in school to smile at him because they had to. He didn’t need the professors in school to give him the grade even if he didn’t do well in his exams.
Sungmin just needed his parents to stop thinking that money can buy anything and everything. He needed them to stop looking at him as if he was just an heir to their business. He needed them to just stop and look at him, really look at him-like how parents should look at their child.
“I know.” Sungmin whispered but it was loud enough for everyone in the quiet house to hear. He managed a weak smile. “I-I’ll go up to my room now.”
“Sungmin,”
Said person stopped and turned back to the living hall when his father called his name.
“Yes father?”
“It’s almost time for dinner.”
“Ah,” Sungmin looked at the clock on the wall. “Alright then.”
***
Sungmin lay in his bed with soft music playing over his stereo. His fingers danced in the air as he imagined the keys under his hands-humming as the music in the background played. His thoughts went back to the day in school. The guy on the piano-he wonders if he’d ever get the chance to meet him. He might even get a chance to play a song with him before he moves to another city, who knows.
A knock on his door brought him back from his thoughts. “Come in.”
Uncle Kim entered with a stack of files in his hands. He laid the items down gently onto Sungmin’s study desk. “Sir wants you to-“
“Okay,” The young man was still lying in his bed. “I’ll finish reading them by tomorrow.”
“Young master,” The butler called out with a bit of sympathy tracing on the edge.
“It’s late. Go and rest Uncle Kim.”
There was a slight hesitation in the older man before he sighed. “Goodnight young master.” He bowed before turning to leave. Taking one last glance at the man still lying in bed- the chandelier hanging from the ceiling suddenly becoming an eye interest- he shut the door gently behind him.
Sungmin turned to eye the files on his desk. He blew a heavy breath before sitting up. Slumping in resignation, he stood from his bed. He dragged his feet towards the huge black glass that supported the coloured files as if they were a treasure. Looking down at them as he casually flipped the first few pages of the accounts of his parents’ company, dread filled his heart. Some things just can never change.
***
He was excited as the family car neared his school. It’s just another day, counting down to his next move to another city, boring classes, and unfamiliar classmates. But it’s different today. He’d told his driver classes will end later than usual so that he wouldn’t be disturbed, so that he’d be given the time he needed. The time needed to visit a place he realised he could finally find some motivation for school.
Time passes much slower when you have some other things on your mind, and you can’t wait to get to it. Sungmin never felt happier in his life when the bell chimed, signaling the end of the day, and he hastily packed up. His mind set on the one thing he’d been thinking of all day.
He walked down the same empty hallway. His shoes clicking the same rhythm as they did the day before-quick and urgent, but this time round, with an extra element of excitement. He tried hard to listen, kept his ears up to hear for any other sound, save for his noisy footwork, in the quiet corridor.
He was a little disappointed when nothing came, but all that was thrown aside when he reached a particular door. It was no different from the others, nothing special, but Sungmin was nevertheless nearly jumping with much anticipation. He wonders if the door is locked, and he got his answer when he put question into action.
He stepped into the huge room, shoes diligently on their job-Sungmin loved it immediately. The floor was black marbled, the room was painted in the barest shade of blue, and it had gold-edged white thick curtains decorating nearly half the circumference of it. And right in the middle of it all, standing proudly- was the white grand piano.
Sungmin ran his fingers over the smooth surface, and couldn’t hold back the little smile in his own admiration of the mesmerizing instrument. He sat down on the bench in front of the piano, lifted the cover, and swiped one finger over the keys. Letting the ring of the lingering note dance around his surroundings, Sungmin placed his fingers over the keys-he closed his eyes and saw where the music was going to bring him. As if having a mind of their own, his fingers skipped over the keys in their awkward familiarity. They knew what note to hit next, they knew the song they were playing, and all was good except for the slight stiffness in them that protests with the lack of use.
“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?”
The man on the piano gasped, the piece of harmony cut short on his fingers when someone bellowed behind him. The sounding slam of the door which he’d left open in his enthusiasm made him jump from the bench, and onto his feet-speechless. His tongue refused to cooperate in front of the man who stared at Sungmin with loathing unmistakably blazing in his eyes.
“Why are you here?”
It was more of an accusation than a question and Sungmin winced at that. Why was he here? Well, why can’t he be here?
“Why-“
“-because this is my place.”
Sungmin backed a step away when the man stalked up to him in long strides. The distance became non existence between them, and he soon found himself staring up into that same piercing gaze from the day before.
“Get out.”
The command was a mere breath against his cheek, and Sungmin found he hated everything about this man so far. “Why are you being so unreasonable? This is a school, not your house. I can touch whatever I like; I can be at anywhere I want to. Why do-“
He was hauled up by his collar and interrupted as the other man growled into his face. “Get. Out.” And then Sungmin was pushed towards the door.
“Hey-“ The shorter man struggled against the strong hold at the back of his neck. His hand grabbed onto the frame of the door just before the man slams it shut in his face. Sungmin met threat with challenge as he glared up at the face he was coming to dislike very much.
Wait.
“You’re the guy on the piano,” Realisation hit him and he straightened, half amused and half triumphant at his discovery. So, he gets to meet him after all.
Kyuhyun scowled at the other man who grinned at him. Arms crossed over his chest as he considered him. The guy on the piano? “When was that?”
“What?” Sungmin stopped musing to himself when the taller man finally spoke, in that same monotonous voice.
“You said I’m the guy on the piano,”
“Oh yeah! I saw you yesterday, you were awesome.” Sungmin thought he sounded like his fan, but he couldn’t care less when all he wanted was to get to know more about the man whom he hated just minutes ago.
Flattered at the simple statement, Kyuhyun cleared his throat, “Thank you,” The smaller man smiled wide at him, amusement flashed in his eyes and Kyuhyun felt he should say something more. “Kyuhyun,” He didn’t know what made him say that, but he wasn’t in time to stop the words when they left his mouth, neither had his brain registered the meaning and the other man was already responding.
“Sungmin,” said person extended his hand. “Nice to meet you, Kyuhyun.”
The exchange was awkward and unfamiliar for both men as they grabbed each other’s hands in a firm shake. Thick silence hung in the air and their hands were still connected even as seconds ticked by. “Would you like to come in then?” Kyuhyun decided he should be the one to speak first since he had previously nearly slapped the man’s face with the door.
“Can I?” Sungmin brought both his hands up as if wishing for the answer to be positive, he put on his best smile as he waited for Kyuhyun to give the green light.
“Sure,” The taller man nodded and held the door further opened for Sungmin to step back in. “I haven’t cleaned this place in months though. I hope you don’t mind the dust.”
Sungmin was still awed by the luxurious decoration of the room even with his previous exploration. “I love this place already.” He smiled as Kyuhyun sat down next to him in front of the piano-the lid was still left open. Sungmin looked as the man stared down at his lap. He looked as though he was struggling to breathe, as if he was thinking, considering, deep in his own thoughts. Kyuhyun was rocking back and forth on the bench with his hands tucked under his thighs. A loud exhale escaped from him.
“He loved it too.” Sungmin strained to hear the quiet voice, this was the first time he was hearing it with the absence of iciness. He never even liked it in the first place. This was more suited for the nature of Kyuhyun’s voice-warm and lazy, honey-his voice reminds Sungmin of the sweet concoction.
“Who loved it too?” The smaller man probed gently, urging for Kyuhyun to continue.
Kyuhyun smiled sadly as he remembered Han Geng gushing on about how much he loved the place when it was finally ready for them. Yes, Kyuhyun wasn’t lying when he told Sungmin that this was his place. It was only possible because his parents had donated just enough for the school to be at least a little attentive to their request. So with a massive touch up on the previously dull and empty room, a few weeks later, it was ready for both Han Geng and him.
“We spent most of our time here.” Sungmin’s question was left ignored but at least the other guy continued. “Everyday, we’d come here everyday.”
“Why?”
Kyuhyun turned to him so fast Sungmin thought he’d said something wrong. But a small smile slowly framed the other’s face and the nagging thought disappeared immediately. “Wouldn’t you too?” Kyuhyun smiled wider, “I saw you, and you were awesome.”
Laughter filled the quiet room as both men let instincts run through them at the familiar statement. Nodding, “Thank you… You’re right.” Sungmin strike a key on the piano, the high pitched note vibrated through the air. “I’d come here everyday too. This place is beautiful, besides the piano.”
One corner of Kyuhyun’s lips lifted, “It is isn’t it?” He looked around and took in every detail of the familiar beauty for the first time since-
“Can we play something together?”
The question jerked Kyuhyun out of his reverie, he looked to the man who was looking hopefully back at him. He blinked, can they? “I-I think so.”
Sungmin straightened in his seat and stared down excitedly at his fingers splayed over the pure white keys. “What shall we play then?” He turned to Kyuhyun. “Do you have any in mind?”
The wide smile of the smaller man did a little flip inside him, Kyuhyun was still getting used to having a friend. A friend. That word sounded foreign as it chimed like a bell in his mind. It’s been so long since anyone smiled at him, much less talked to him.
“Shall we play that tune you played yesterday?”
Kyuhyun stiffened.
“It sounded so happy, let’s celebrate this new friendship.” Sungmin paused when the other man just stared at the keys under his hands. “Kyuhyun?” He raised both brows in question when the man finally lifted his head. “Shall we?”
“You know the exact composition?” Kyuhyun was already tapping the keys, warming his fingers up.
Sungmin joined in the exercise. “Of course I do, I can play by ear.”
The taller man nodded in amusement, chuckling, “Talented huh?”
“You haven’t seen the best from me yet.”
Both men laughed as they took off on the lively piece. Kyuhyun was leading in the harmony with Sungmin backing him up diligently. The sound waves travelled around the enclosed room, the resonant frequency at every last note paying homage to the clever play of talented fingers, vibrant energy sizzled in the atmosphere-it was a charming scene as the room was, at that very moment, once again filled with the passionate vigor of two young men. It's really been a while.
***
This was something new to Kyuhyun. This, everything, in just one day, he felt the walls around him loosening, almost crumbling. He felt vulnerable. Grabbing the white frame from beside his bed, he clutched it to his chest. He was scared, frightened at the onslaught of emotions that was alien to him.
Kyuhyun hugged his knees, together with the photo frame close to him. He rested his head against the headboard, and the opened window opposite his bed greeted him. He cocked his head at the stars that shimmered in the dark vastness of the black curtain that held them. One particularly bright one caught his attention, and Kyuhyun felt the sting in both his eyes. I miss you hyung.
***
Sungmin grinned to himself as he flipped through the previous year’s records of gross revenue for his parents’ business. His fingers were still active from their previous work out, his mind still replying the few short hours he spent finally doing what his mother forbade him to do all this time. Sungmin scowled at the thought. Again, they say it’s a waste of time.
He had his childhood friends to thank, because if it weren’t for them, he wouldn’t have discovered his love for music. He wouldn’t have gotten the chance to learn the piano, the guitar, the drums, and a little of the violin.
Kyuhyun.
Sungmin grinned even wider at the thought of his new friend. He tried a few times and enjoyed the sound of the name rolling off his tongue. And suddenly, he wasn’t counting down to the days he’d left before the next shift to another city anymore.
To be continued--
Pairings: KyuMin, very ninja mentions of Past!KyuHan
Rating: PG
Summary: A past, a buried passion, two stories, two men, an untold love story.
A/N: Sorry this took me long enough~
Dedicated to Stef. Yes, I decided every update shall be your surprise. ^^
“Welcome back, young master.” The butler held the door open for the young man. “How was your day at your new school?”
“Nothing much,” Sungmin handed his bag over to one of the helpers and plopped down onto the couch. He switched the television on and made a face when the news came on. He flipped through the channels and finally settled for the cartoon. His parents don’t like him watching any other channels except the news-they say it’s a waste of time. “There’s this weird guy in class though.”
The older employee in the house had thought the man would end at his usual answer. He’d been in the household long enough to know what kind of reply goes with the kind of question he asks of the young man. So when he’d continued, the butler turned back to the couch in surprise. His young master doesn’t usually pay attention to anyone in class.
“This guy…” Sungmin trailed off, trapped in his own thoughts, not knowing the other was waiting for him to continue.
“Yes, young master?”
The young man blinked when someone called out to him. It was then that he realised he had been thinking aloud. “Oh, nothing. You may carry on with your tasks, Uncle Kim.” He nodded when the butler threw him a curious glance before bowing, and turned to leave. Sungmin sighed.
This new classmate of his intrigued him. If the other had been that defensive of the black notes on the table back then- why is he not sitting at his place? Rather than throwing threats around with those piercing eyes, he could have easily guarded fingers from the music notes easily if he’d just sat-
“Welcome back sir, and madam.”
Sungmin barely held back a squeak, and clumsily fumbled for the remote to change the picture on the TV screen back to the news channel-his heart thumping wildly at the sudden announcement.
“How was your day, dear?”
“Great,” Sungmin answered his mother with a grin. “They’re all very nice.”
“Of course they are. You have no idea how much I had to pay them to ensure that.” Sungmin felt his heart sink, his smile weaken. Why did his parents always have to do this? He just wanted to attend school like every other kids. He wanted friends to hang out with. He wanted to skip school and go dunk himself into trouble, and then get home to be grounded by his parents.
He didn’t need them to pay people to treat him nicely. He didn’t need the people in school to smile at him because they had to. He didn’t need the professors in school to give him the grade even if he didn’t do well in his exams.
Sungmin just needed his parents to stop thinking that money can buy anything and everything. He needed them to stop looking at him as if he was just an heir to their business. He needed them to just stop and look at him, really look at him-like how parents should look at their child.
“I know.” Sungmin whispered but it was loud enough for everyone in the quiet house to hear. He managed a weak smile. “I-I’ll go up to my room now.”
“Sungmin,”
Said person stopped and turned back to the living hall when his father called his name.
“Yes father?”
“It’s almost time for dinner.”
“Ah,” Sungmin looked at the clock on the wall. “Alright then.”
***
Sungmin lay in his bed with soft music playing over his stereo. His fingers danced in the air as he imagined the keys under his hands-humming as the music in the background played. His thoughts went back to the day in school. The guy on the piano-he wonders if he’d ever get the chance to meet him. He might even get a chance to play a song with him before he moves to another city, who knows.
A knock on his door brought him back from his thoughts. “Come in.”
Uncle Kim entered with a stack of files in his hands. He laid the items down gently onto Sungmin’s study desk. “Sir wants you to-“
“Okay,” The young man was still lying in his bed. “I’ll finish reading them by tomorrow.”
“Young master,” The butler called out with a bit of sympathy tracing on the edge.
“It’s late. Go and rest Uncle Kim.”
There was a slight hesitation in the older man before he sighed. “Goodnight young master.” He bowed before turning to leave. Taking one last glance at the man still lying in bed- the chandelier hanging from the ceiling suddenly becoming an eye interest- he shut the door gently behind him.
Sungmin turned to eye the files on his desk. He blew a heavy breath before sitting up. Slumping in resignation, he stood from his bed. He dragged his feet towards the huge black glass that supported the coloured files as if they were a treasure. Looking down at them as he casually flipped the first few pages of the accounts of his parents’ company, dread filled his heart. Some things just can never change.
***
He was excited as the family car neared his school. It’s just another day, counting down to his next move to another city, boring classes, and unfamiliar classmates. But it’s different today. He’d told his driver classes will end later than usual so that he wouldn’t be disturbed, so that he’d be given the time he needed. The time needed to visit a place he realised he could finally find some motivation for school.
Time passes much slower when you have some other things on your mind, and you can’t wait to get to it. Sungmin never felt happier in his life when the bell chimed, signaling the end of the day, and he hastily packed up. His mind set on the one thing he’d been thinking of all day.
He walked down the same empty hallway. His shoes clicking the same rhythm as they did the day before-quick and urgent, but this time round, with an extra element of excitement. He tried hard to listen, kept his ears up to hear for any other sound, save for his noisy footwork, in the quiet corridor.
He was a little disappointed when nothing came, but all that was thrown aside when he reached a particular door. It was no different from the others, nothing special, but Sungmin was nevertheless nearly jumping with much anticipation. He wonders if the door is locked, and he got his answer when he put question into action.
He stepped into the huge room, shoes diligently on their job-Sungmin loved it immediately. The floor was black marbled, the room was painted in the barest shade of blue, and it had gold-edged white thick curtains decorating nearly half the circumference of it. And right in the middle of it all, standing proudly- was the white grand piano.
Sungmin ran his fingers over the smooth surface, and couldn’t hold back the little smile in his own admiration of the mesmerizing instrument. He sat down on the bench in front of the piano, lifted the cover, and swiped one finger over the keys. Letting the ring of the lingering note dance around his surroundings, Sungmin placed his fingers over the keys-he closed his eyes and saw where the music was going to bring him. As if having a mind of their own, his fingers skipped over the keys in their awkward familiarity. They knew what note to hit next, they knew the song they were playing, and all was good except for the slight stiffness in them that protests with the lack of use.
“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?”
The man on the piano gasped, the piece of harmony cut short on his fingers when someone bellowed behind him. The sounding slam of the door which he’d left open in his enthusiasm made him jump from the bench, and onto his feet-speechless. His tongue refused to cooperate in front of the man who stared at Sungmin with loathing unmistakably blazing in his eyes.
“Why are you here?”
It was more of an accusation than a question and Sungmin winced at that. Why was he here? Well, why can’t he be here?
“Why-“
“-because this is my place.”
Sungmin backed a step away when the man stalked up to him in long strides. The distance became non existence between them, and he soon found himself staring up into that same piercing gaze from the day before.
“Get out.”
The command was a mere breath against his cheek, and Sungmin found he hated everything about this man so far. “Why are you being so unreasonable? This is a school, not your house. I can touch whatever I like; I can be at anywhere I want to. Why do-“
He was hauled up by his collar and interrupted as the other man growled into his face. “Get. Out.” And then Sungmin was pushed towards the door.
“Hey-“ The shorter man struggled against the strong hold at the back of his neck. His hand grabbed onto the frame of the door just before the man slams it shut in his face. Sungmin met threat with challenge as he glared up at the face he was coming to dislike very much.
Wait.
“You’re the guy on the piano,” Realisation hit him and he straightened, half amused and half triumphant at his discovery. So, he gets to meet him after all.
Kyuhyun scowled at the other man who grinned at him. Arms crossed over his chest as he considered him. The guy on the piano? “When was that?”
“What?” Sungmin stopped musing to himself when the taller man finally spoke, in that same monotonous voice.
“You said I’m the guy on the piano,”
“Oh yeah! I saw you yesterday, you were awesome.” Sungmin thought he sounded like his fan, but he couldn’t care less when all he wanted was to get to know more about the man whom he hated just minutes ago.
Flattered at the simple statement, Kyuhyun cleared his throat, “Thank you,” The smaller man smiled wide at him, amusement flashed in his eyes and Kyuhyun felt he should say something more. “Kyuhyun,” He didn’t know what made him say that, but he wasn’t in time to stop the words when they left his mouth, neither had his brain registered the meaning and the other man was already responding.
“Sungmin,” said person extended his hand. “Nice to meet you, Kyuhyun.”
The exchange was awkward and unfamiliar for both men as they grabbed each other’s hands in a firm shake. Thick silence hung in the air and their hands were still connected even as seconds ticked by. “Would you like to come in then?” Kyuhyun decided he should be the one to speak first since he had previously nearly slapped the man’s face with the door.
“Can I?” Sungmin brought both his hands up as if wishing for the answer to be positive, he put on his best smile as he waited for Kyuhyun to give the green light.
“Sure,” The taller man nodded and held the door further opened for Sungmin to step back in. “I haven’t cleaned this place in months though. I hope you don’t mind the dust.”
Sungmin was still awed by the luxurious decoration of the room even with his previous exploration. “I love this place already.” He smiled as Kyuhyun sat down next to him in front of the piano-the lid was still left open. Sungmin looked as the man stared down at his lap. He looked as though he was struggling to breathe, as if he was thinking, considering, deep in his own thoughts. Kyuhyun was rocking back and forth on the bench with his hands tucked under his thighs. A loud exhale escaped from him.
“He loved it too.” Sungmin strained to hear the quiet voice, this was the first time he was hearing it with the absence of iciness. He never even liked it in the first place. This was more suited for the nature of Kyuhyun’s voice-warm and lazy, honey-his voice reminds Sungmin of the sweet concoction.
“Who loved it too?” The smaller man probed gently, urging for Kyuhyun to continue.
Kyuhyun smiled sadly as he remembered Han Geng gushing on about how much he loved the place when it was finally ready for them. Yes, Kyuhyun wasn’t lying when he told Sungmin that this was his place. It was only possible because his parents had donated just enough for the school to be at least a little attentive to their request. So with a massive touch up on the previously dull and empty room, a few weeks later, it was ready for both Han Geng and him.
“We spent most of our time here.” Sungmin’s question was left ignored but at least the other guy continued. “Everyday, we’d come here everyday.”
“Why?”
Kyuhyun turned to him so fast Sungmin thought he’d said something wrong. But a small smile slowly framed the other’s face and the nagging thought disappeared immediately. “Wouldn’t you too?” Kyuhyun smiled wider, “I saw you, and you were awesome.”
Laughter filled the quiet room as both men let instincts run through them at the familiar statement. Nodding, “Thank you… You’re right.” Sungmin strike a key on the piano, the high pitched note vibrated through the air. “I’d come here everyday too. This place is beautiful, besides the piano.”
One corner of Kyuhyun’s lips lifted, “It is isn’t it?” He looked around and took in every detail of the familiar beauty for the first time since-
“Can we play something together?”
The question jerked Kyuhyun out of his reverie, he looked to the man who was looking hopefully back at him. He blinked, can they? “I-I think so.”
Sungmin straightened in his seat and stared down excitedly at his fingers splayed over the pure white keys. “What shall we play then?” He turned to Kyuhyun. “Do you have any in mind?”
The wide smile of the smaller man did a little flip inside him, Kyuhyun was still getting used to having a friend. A friend. That word sounded foreign as it chimed like a bell in his mind. It’s been so long since anyone smiled at him, much less talked to him.
“Shall we play that tune you played yesterday?”
Kyuhyun stiffened.
“It sounded so happy, let’s celebrate this new friendship.” Sungmin paused when the other man just stared at the keys under his hands. “Kyuhyun?” He raised both brows in question when the man finally lifted his head. “Shall we?”
“You know the exact composition?” Kyuhyun was already tapping the keys, warming his fingers up.
Sungmin joined in the exercise. “Of course I do, I can play by ear.”
The taller man nodded in amusement, chuckling, “Talented huh?”
“You haven’t seen the best from me yet.”
Both men laughed as they took off on the lively piece. Kyuhyun was leading in the harmony with Sungmin backing him up diligently. The sound waves travelled around the enclosed room, the resonant frequency at every last note paying homage to the clever play of talented fingers, vibrant energy sizzled in the atmosphere-it was a charming scene as the room was, at that very moment, once again filled with the passionate vigor of two young men. It's really been a while.
***
This was something new to Kyuhyun. This, everything, in just one day, he felt the walls around him loosening, almost crumbling. He felt vulnerable. Grabbing the white frame from beside his bed, he clutched it to his chest. He was scared, frightened at the onslaught of emotions that was alien to him.
Kyuhyun hugged his knees, together with the photo frame close to him. He rested his head against the headboard, and the opened window opposite his bed greeted him. He cocked his head at the stars that shimmered in the dark vastness of the black curtain that held them. One particularly bright one caught his attention, and Kyuhyun felt the sting in both his eyes. I miss you hyung.
***
Sungmin grinned to himself as he flipped through the previous year’s records of gross revenue for his parents’ business. His fingers were still active from their previous work out, his mind still replying the few short hours he spent finally doing what his mother forbade him to do all this time. Sungmin scowled at the thought. Again, they say it’s a waste of time.
He had his childhood friends to thank, because if it weren’t for them, he wouldn’t have discovered his love for music. He wouldn’t have gotten the chance to learn the piano, the guitar, the drums, and a little of the violin.
Kyuhyun.
Sungmin grinned even wider at the thought of his new friend. He tried a few times and enjoyed the sound of the name rolling off his tongue. And suddenly, he wasn’t counting down to the days he’d left before the next shift to another city anymore.
To be continued--