Minseok POV

The melody coming from the piano when i caressed the keys with light pressure gave some life to this silent and boring room.

My fingers touching along the keys of the piano as I closed my eyes allowed the harmony to travel beautifully to my ears, until a thick sound interrupted my moment of inspiration

Someone on the other side of the door was insisting with an annoying sound an answer, it was irritating but remembering who was the person waiting on the other side, changed my mood completely

It was him.

—Who is it? — I asked playing the  fool

—I'm ...—I heard a sigh—Jongdae Sir—I smiled because of that answer

—Come in— I agreed and he entered with his head down avoiding eye contact with me—Hi Jong—

—Hello Mr, how are you today?—he bowed still not looking at me as he turned and began to pass the duster by the library

I approached him and  started playing with his hair

—Nothing to complain about... how about you Jong— I whispered in his ear, he tensed and went away from me subtly

— I've been all right, sir, thanks for asking —he continued dusting undeterred

—You can leave all that trappings of "Sir" you know—I said frustrated 

—I think it's better this way sir, you're my boss and I'm his servant—he answered spending the duster

—Those titles didn't seem to matter the last time you were here— I slowly pass my arms around his waist hugging him

He tried to wriggle out of my grip but I refused clinging more to him

—-Please Minseok that day ... that wasn't meant to happen—he said in a low tone, I released him just to stand in front of him

—Wasn't meant to happen? What changed since you kissed me that day Jongdae? —I Asked seriously approaching him slowly staring directly into his eyes

—The person who is sitting in the room in these moments, that's changes everything—He glanced at me keeping a serious face but yet I noticed a hint of sadness in his deep brown eyes

—The person who is ... —I couldn't continue because all of a sudden and without a warning the figure of my father appeared in the entrance of the bedroom making Jongdae reach he other end of the room in a quick movement

—Son! Ah, hello Jongdae—greeted my father

—Hello Mr. Jumnyeon— he bowed and continued with his work, this time cleaning the piano

—What is it father?—

—There's someone in the room I want you to meet— he smirked holding my hand.

Before leaving the room I gave a last look at the boy who was watching me while a single tear rolled down his cheek.

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We arrived at the room where I could see my father talking to a woman and a man placidly while a boy was sitting beside them nodding wit