"And ever so softly, like the gentle touch of the key, he touches her soul. A calm pianissimo among the crescendo of love."

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Music is his universe, the piano his true love. He'd do anything for its melodies.

She's new to music, but eager. She looks to him to teach her, wants to know the world as well.

That's how their worlds bridge...

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* a short story *


Pianissimo

"love is like a piano: there are white and black keys, and both need to be played for a beautiful melody" 


Underneath the soft glow of the streetlights, they embark on a date that feels wonderfully unassuming yet incredibly special. Jongeun has soent countless seconds, minutes, hours planning today, and he just wants it to go perfectly. 


Because she's perfect. And she doesn't deserve anything less. Of course, he has a tight budget to stick to, but that doesn't stop him. 


His rusty delivery scooter carries them through the city streets, a cool breeze rustling their hair as they navigate the night. It's not the best mode of transportation, but she insisted on doing this rather than taking a cab. She's wearing a red dress today, one ending just above her knees, matched with red Doc Martins. It matches the rosy tint of her cheeks, and Jongeun had to force himself to look away when they met up earlier. 
