HEECHUL POV:

I watched in sheer disbelief and amazement as the beautiful colours of music swam out from the end of the instrument. The song carried so many emotions in its waves; each note sang a different feeling, told a different story, cried for a different reason. 

There was happiness...

Gratitude...

Sorrow...

I felt a pang in my heart as the last one reached my ears.

Loneliness...

The feeling of being unwanted...

I looked away...but the music followed me. It somehow calmed me down and urged me to forget and enjoy the moment as it was. I looked up to see Mei Ling looking directly at me as the tune picked up its pace, singing a livelier melody. I couldn't stop the small smile making its way to my lips. Mei Ling's eyes shone and she turned to the other members, giving them a little cheer. Moments later, the flute left her lips and the entire store broke into applause. I turned and walked away, confused at all of the emotions raging inside of me all at once. 

SIWON POV:

"Wow Mei Ling-ah! I never knew you could play the flute! It was beautiful!" I said and she grinned. 

"I not play lots, just little," she said, her face flushing a light shade of pink. "I like sound..." Leeteuk walked up to us with a warm smile on his kind face. He praised her before turning to the store employee and began talking in rapid Korean. 

"Do you remember anything about a flute?" Kangin asked, trying to lead her to remember more of her past. Unfortunately, she shook her head.

"I just no think, but play. My fingers know," she answered, looking lovingly at the silver instrument in her hands and caressing it ever so gently as if it was her life.

"Maybe you were a musician before coming to Korea," I joked. "Your tone is so pure and it was amazing to listen to." She looked away with a slight blush.

"Thank you, Siwon-hyung," she said. Leeteuk came up to us, smiling knowingly.

"Well, should we head out then? There are still many places to visit!" he said brightly. I raised an eyebrow. Since when did he like shopping so much? I shook my head and cast away the thought. He was right after all. We only had one day to explore the streets of Seoul. Mei Ling walked back to the employee to give back the flute when Leeteuk hollered after her, "Yah! Mei Ling-ah! What are you doing?"

"Give back," she said, confused as to why he would even ask the question. He flashed his infamous grin.

"Why would you want to give back your own flute?" he asked. Mei Ling, Kangin and I all looked at him incredulously.

Did he...?

"What you mean?" she inquired, gripping the instrument a bit tighter in her hands.

"I mean exactly what I said. Why are you giving back your flute?" Leeteuk replied, holding up an empty, black flute case. He walked up to her and gently took the fllute out of her hands; pulling the intrument apart, he placed each of the three pieces carefully into the velvet-lined case and closed it with a light snap. He then held out the rectangular box to her like a soldier would a sword, waiting to be knighted. She gaped at him, her eyes falling out of their sockets in shock.

".............DID YOU JUST BUY ME A FLUTE?!!" she screeched in English. Whipping her head from side to side so hard she could've gotten a whiplash, she tried giving back the instrument, but Leeteuk insisted and pressed the case into her hands. "I CAN'T ACCEPT THIS!!! IT'S TOO EXPENSIVE!!!"

"Mei Ling-ah, just take. Jungsu-hyung won't happy if you don't," I said. I knew the leader, and I knew that this was no ordinary gesture of kindness. "It his way of say sorry. If you accept apology, take it." She stared at me for a good ten seconds before her eyes lowered to the crisp, new case resting in her hands. Gripping it like it was her life, she gave one low bow in gratitude.

"Kamsahamnida, Jungsu-hyung..."

MEI LING POV:

We got back to the dorms quite late that evening. I felt bad as the four of them had their schedules the next day, but Leeteuk had insisted we kept shopping. We made our way down the chain of shops, looking in all of the stores, circling back to find a good restaurant for dinner and then shopping some more. Thankfully, no one recognized the Super Junior members walking down the streets right under their noses. The entire time, Heechul remained silent and lagged behind the rest of us. We had to stop numerous times and wait for him to catch up. Of course, being the stubborn bull that he was, Heechul kept his lips sealed, refusing to tell us what was wrong. Not wanting him to blow up at us, we didn't press the matter.

I carefully opened the case; my gaze swept lovingly over my new flute, over its sleek, silver body and glistening keys. Guilt drowned my heart for accepting such a gift, but I couldn't refuse Leeteuk's "apology." What he had to apologize for, I did not know; nothing had been his fault. I gently lifted the three parts out of their velvet bed and assembled the instrument. I trailed my fingers over the shiny rods and mouthpiece. A smile tugged at my lips. A part of my heart seemed complete. At the back of my head, a familiar melody claimed my thoughts.

But it was unfinished.

Incomplete.

I raised the flute to my lips and took a breath. The moment I was about to play, a quiet, timid knock sounded on my door. I looked over at the wooden formation. Who would be knocking now? It was passed eleven. I lowered the instrument and walked over to the door, pulling it open. My eyes widened in surprise as Heechul was standing before me, avoiding eye contact.

"Heechul-hyung! Did you need something?" I asked, confused as to why he of all people, would be here.

"I....um........c-can.....can y-you.........p...play.............flute...again?" he asked. My eyes fell out of their sockets. Was he asking me to play the flute for him?!

Still stuck in my daze of shock, I failed to realize he had his heels and stalked back to his room. 

"No wait!" I called after him. I raised the flute to my lips and began to play the melody flowing in my mind. He stopped and looked back at me, his eyes wide like a kitten's. Note after note, breath after breath, I let the music dance through the atmosphere, swimming in unseen ribbons through our ears. I could feel the aura in the room relax and peace drowned every inch. I stopped playing. The melody reached its end, like an unfinished bridge; the tune just cut off and hung in the air awkwardly. Heechul looked at me. "I'm sorry... It's not finished..."

"What song?" he asked.

"It's my song...but I didn't get to finish it..." 

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