When the last note left the piano, 

Silence didn’t stay long

A collective applause resounded

It felt empty though, 

The end of the journey you love, 

Bouquet of flowers, 

Fallen confetti… 

But it still feels empty. 

 

 

Part of you feels like going back the start of the very first note, 

Part of you just cannot accept that The Last note has been played. 

Empty

 

 

You shifted to face the audience. 

An empty hall it was. 

That’s right, 

Maybe it was not the last…

 

 

You stared at the emptiness of the hall, just like your heart. 

 

 

You heaved a sigh and kept your scores. The only sound heard was the creaking of the beautiful wooden piano chair,

 

 

 

And the shuffling of papers. 

Even those sound cannot fill the emptiness of the hall. 

 

 

Applause was heard.

For real, this time. 

It was not loud and overwhelming, but the distinct claps can be differentiated. 

It was firm and supportive, 

It was not a flimsy clap as acknowledgement. 

It was the sound of Belief. 

 

 

 

You followed the echo-y sounds.

It was him.

 

 

 

“Well Done,” he called out. 

He was seated the second row to the last. Even the dim lights are unable to mask the beauty of this features. 

The only other sight that tingles your heart aparts from this piano you love like a trill(fast alternating notes).

That brought your lips to a fine line, with your cheeks puffed up, your eyes sparkling

Even the dim lights are unable to mask the beauty of this features. 

The only other sight that tingles your heart aparts from this piano you love. 

 

 

 

Perhaps not everything will be the last, 

Perhaps it won’t be that hard after all.

 

 

That brought your lips to a fine line, with your cheeks puffed up, your eyes sparkling. 

 

 

" Your eye smile, " he called out, " I miss them" 

That let a chuckle out loose. 

Even in such a great distance, only his eyes are set on you..

 

 

 

You shyly beckoned for him.

He held a grin, with his hands stuffed into his black silk pants and walked towards you, with every feet like dancing. 

You couldn’t help but give a giggle and play the Pink Panter’s theme song to create the current mood.

 

That took his grin off and replaced with a sly smirk as he proceed to dance along to the music.

 

 

"Aish, are you sure you are Mblaq’s leader? Such a bad dancer! " you teased with your tongue stuck out.

 

 

"Ayy.. No. I am Mblaq’s charismatic, awesome, talented, dashing, amazing leader, " you rolled your eyes, he tapped your head as he continued,"You missed a lot of words over there"

 

 

You gave a you’ve-got-to-be-kidding-me look.

 

 

He took his hands out and started to work on that little black piano you loved.

 

 

 

 

 

 

You let your eyes flutter shut as you take in the music. 

“Mm… Chopin “

“You liked it, don’t you?”

You turned to face him, but his dashing looks got the better of you.

If his piano playing didn’t caught your heart, his looks certainly did. 

You cleared your throat and faced back at the black and white keys stealing peak through the reflection on the piano. 

 

“No… You always play the same song. BOoorring,” you rolled off a fake bored yawn out of your mouth. 

 

He grinned as he transited Chopin’s song beautifully to Beethoven.

 

You really can’t help but be amazed at his skills. 

“Hey… Wait..”

He smirked at your confused face,”I did a little tweak of Beethoven’s song”

 

It was Beethoven Piano Sonate No. 23 in Fminor op. 57 , but.. It sounded different. A good different.

 

 

He ended off the song beautifully, and facing you with a V-sign. You couldn’t help but melt at this side of him. A charismatic Yang-Chopin player but so childish.

 

 

"Eyy.. You’re weak, " You joked as you played Chopin’s Nocturne, the song you love so dearly,

He raised his eyebrows at you, “And how are you better than me?”

You grinned as you pulled off a transition to play Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata Op27 no.2 Movement 3.

But you ended off wrongly with a different chord that surprised him. 

“Hey, that went weird…”

You were embarrassed, “Meh, it… was supposed to end off this way..”

 

 

"Right…,"he was smirking.

 

You let out a huff and faced your own reflection in the piano. He had made you felt happy for a temporal moment. Just in a moment of a staccato(short note barely a beat), but the song has yet to finish…

 

 

 

"Hey, why is my little concert pianist in such deep thoughts? Thinking of me?"

 

 

You smiled, but it wasn’t genuine. 

You sighed as you pondered over why you should tell him.

 

 

You decided, let music do the job. 

Schubert’s Schwanengesang.

He listened solemnly as you stole glances through the reflection on the piano.

 

You ended off, with your hands in the air, a dramatic pose, but wonderfully highlighting the emotions held within the song.

 

 

He reached out to your nearest hand and how warm it was, he held it close and pulled you into his embrace.

You can hear his heartbeat softly thudding behind his double vested jacket.

You can feel his warm slender fingers, the only one that can work magic on the piano that you can’t, rubbing your shoulder softly. He took in every of your wails and cryings, not bothered by how you had ruined his over hundred dollar worth of jacket…

He understand that music.

 

 

When you were pretty much tired from crying, he smiled and work his fingers on the piano. 

You smiled knowing the approaching music will definitely soothe your emotional heart.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"This… "your mouth was left opened.

 

"You remembered this song?"you hurriedly added, absolutely noticing how he was expertedly playing with a single hand.

 

He just smiled.

 

It was Schumann’s piece from his Kinderszenen op15. 

Von fremden Lädern und Menschen. 

(Of foreign lands and People)

 

It was the very first piece of music you learnt. It meant a lot to you, because it was the piece you used to recall your moments with SeungHo. You huddled in gratitude that he remember after all these years. 

 

He just smiled, that brought you back to the very time you played for him. It was an exact replica of the face you’re looking at. 

He continued to play Träumerei (Dreaming), the very one you learn when you were fighting hard to go into this very college.

 

He remembered,… that let out a fresh new set of tears.

 

 

The hall is now echo-ing with your sniffs interjecting his playing. It was a relatively easy piece, too easy for him to win, but you have already forgotten the piano battle that both of you had.

 

 

You hurriedly gave him a hug as he ended off his playing. You brought your mouth close to his ears as you whispered, “Thankyou” with the last energy you can muster from crying so much.

 

 

He smiled and pulled back to look into your eyes.

 

You can see the pain he was supressing from looking at your swollen eyes and puffy cheeks, not to forget your smudged makeup and horribly blocked and red nose. 

 

 

“Aigoo, stop crying, people will think that I had bullied you..,” his warm fingers wiped away your tears ever so gently. 

 

You stifled a short chuckle but stopped short by your lack of breath from your blocked nose, forcing you to only breathe through your mouth.

 

 

 

You heaved a sigh and faced his eyes again, “Thank you,” you continued, ” for not leaving.”

 

 

He smiled, “Only a jerk would ever leave a girl like you.”

 

 

You chuckled, as you tried to lighten the mood, “Right, that’s already the third jerk that left me. How lucky I am..,” you gave a bitter laugh.

 

 

 

He suddenly cupped your hands, and looked intently in your eyes. That very eyes plastered on when he is very focused on doing something. His passion and determination that moved your heart from time to time. You do wonder why you have never end up with him… You..don’t dare to anyway. You didn’t want to break this beautiful friendship that both of you had shared. You rather he remained as a best guy friend, close to be a brother than a man, which may eventually leave you.

 

 

 

"Don’t ever say that,"

 

His intensity shocked you,

 

 

 

"You,..You are a great girl. These jerks just didn’t realised. "

 

 

You felt a wave of emotions approaching… No. You can’t cry..

 

 

 

 

"They are a jerk to have left you and break your heart like that."

 

You bit your lips hard,..

 

 

 

"And,..and.. They don’t deserve you. You deserve someone better.."

 

*sniff*

 

 

 

 

"I-I.. You shouldn’t cry for these jerks that don’t deserve you.

The last man that stays in your life will prove to you otherwise.

These jerks…they are not worthy.

They are just little tears and bents in your story that is insignificant when the Last guy enters your heart. It..is..what I am trying to say is.."

 

 

 

 

He seemed nervous, .. You could feel it. Your heart melted at his words.

You just smiled and leaned in placing your lips on his cheeks.

 

 

You pulled back, with your eyes still shut afraid to face his expression.

 

Damn, you just ruined it. Did you? 

 

 

You only heard your heart beating, then..

 

Then...He placed his lips on your lips.

You opened your eyes in surprise, but he just smiled through the kiss.

 

 

He pulled back and gently carresses your cheeks, “I have waited long enough for your eyes to look at me only.”

 

 

 

This can’t be happening…. 

 

“_____,”

 

 

Ohmygod..

 

 

“Can I be the last and only man to stay in your heart?”

 

 

This man that you have been crushing for years is confessing? You didn’t bother to answer as you pulled him for a tight hug.

 

 

Maybe.. This will not be the last. This is the start, of the dream that you have always been dreaming. 

 

사랑해. 

마지막 남자 : 양승호

(I love you. 

The Last Man: Yang Seung Ho)

 

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For every Seungholics and girls out there :)

Those specific piano pieces are my personal favourite, especially Schumann's! 

I really admire SeungHo's piano skills and thought of doing a one shot ever since :)