Play the Keys To My Heart.
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:: Prelude` BoA's Song ::

How did you know the right melody?
The right song to make me fall?
I told myself that I wasn't going to love again,
But then you came along.

Weren't you my enemy?
Didn't I not like you at all?
But somewhere along the way
I found myself in love with you
I couldn't control my heart.

Why did you have to do it?
Open the wounds
I tried so hard to close.
But even as you slowly opened them,
I was happy that you were.

With you I found myself blushing,
Always smiling
And laughing my head off.
I wanted you to hold my hand
And when it was cold,
To keep me warm.

I wondered if you saw me
Saw me as more than just a friend,
Did you have the same feelings for me?
I realized the hard way
That it was no in the end.

So why did you have to do it?
Break open the wounds
And rip them apart?
Did you even know you did it?
That you played the keys to my heart...

:: Prelude II ::

:: Track 01 ::

JaeJoong shuffled down the stairs, hugging his green Keroppi pillow tight to his body, and yawned. He had his dark chocolate eyes closed but he was perfectly aware of his surroundings and knew where he was going; after all, he had been traveling the same route for seventeen years.

"Kim JaeJoong!" He heard his mom call him in her strained voice for the fifth time. She always yelled super loud in the morning and sometimes she would even personally go to his room and pull on his ear until he gave in. "Kim JaeJoong! Get down here this instant!"

Despite his mother's thundering voice, JaeJoong was not fazed by the shouting at all. He swore that he had grown some type of immunity to it over the course of his lifetime.
"Omma~~~ I'm right here~~~" he said in a slow and boyish voice. He was still dead tired from the party he was at last night. He didn't come home until 4 AM and now it was 7.

"Why do I have to yell to wake you up every single day?" His mother shook her head and approached him. He heard her high heels click loudly against the cold marble floor and knew what was coming.
Without warning, his mother tugged on his ear and JaeJoong naturally leaned his head to the side, following her pull so that it didn't hurt as much. His face was completely emotionless though strikingly exhausted.

"Mollayo~" JaeJoong answered in a whiny tone with his eyes still shut. He rubbed his ear carelessly. "...It'd be better if you didn't..." he muttered.
His mom whacked him lightly on the back of the head. "Yah. Don't speak to your mother like that! Now hurry up and get ready for school!"

JaeJoong groaned at the word. He hated school with a passion and if it weren't for the exceptional music program at Ongaku, he wouldn't even bother to go.



:: Track 02 ::

"Omma! I'm off to school!" I told my mom as I sped down the spiral staircase with my knapsack bopping up and down against back as I ran.

"Wait! BoA, don't leave yet!" My mom called and I quickly turned around to face her. I moved the strands of light brown hair out of my face and dusted off my dark blue Ongaku uniform.

Ongaku Academy - though the school was known for music, it wasn't the reason why I went there. In fact, I had no choice but to attend Ongaku since my parents are professional musicians. They often tour the world playing their violins for rich people, which is how my family became rich themselves; and if the one and only daughter of the Kwon family didn't attend that prestigious music academy, the classical music world would be shocked - no joke.

"What is it, Omma? I don't want to be late," I asked hurriedly, but as nicely as I could, and looked to my watch. I needed ten minutes to make it to school and ten minutes was all I had.

"Your appa and I are not going to home until late night but the Parks will be coming over for dinner," my mom plainly told me. She was applying rosin on the strings of her violin and wasn't paying any attention to my face.

"What?! Why didn't you tell me earlier?" I screamed at her but I didn't mean to. I should have been used to this. My parents always in and out of the house and never remembered to tell me important news ahead of time. "Why are they coming for?!" I asked loudly and impolitely but that was because it was the Parks.

Now don't get me wrong. The Park family was really nice and even helped my parents get into the music business. The only problem with them is their son Yoochun.

That guy has liked me since I was seven years old and it's not like I hated him or anything. It was just that I never felt the same way he did about me so I didn't see the point in him always trying to invite me to dinner or trying to pick me up from school and stuff. It wasn't like I didn't have my own chef or my own driver! Geez.

And now it has come to the point where it's annoying but I never gathered the courage to tell Yoochun or my parents about it. I'm just afraid of what will happen. After all, Yoochun's parents were my family's ticket to fame.

"Omma! Are you listening?" I asked with the heat rising to my face. I started to get irritated and it wasn't helping that time was ticking away.
"Oh, yeah. They're coming here to discuss your engagement."

Why. The. Hell. Did. My. Mom. Look. So. Calm?!

"Engagement?!" I shrieked and finally blew the fuse. "Don't tell me that you and appa are setting me up with-with -with YOOCHUN?!"

I watched as my oh-so-loving mother set her violin down gently in its case and snapped it close. Once again, WHY SO CALM?! For god's sake I was hyperventilating!

She gave me one firm nod and then smiled. "Yes. We're planning for the wedding to happen after you two graduate from Ongaku."

"Ugh!" I shouted and slammed my foot on the floor. "But Omma, I don't like him! What! Why are you forcing me to marry him for?!"
My mother jerked her head back as if she didn't know all along. "Really? But you two are so cute together."

"OMMEONI~!" I screamed at her again and buried my face in my hands. Why did my parents always have to do these things to me?

After a good minute, I looked up at her with a mean glare - the meanest glare I could pull in front of my mom's happy and tender face.

"Ommeoni, I'm not going to marry Yoochun," I told her straight up. If she wanted to play serious, I was going to play serious too. "And you're not going to make me." I crossed my arms for added effect.

She tilted her head to the side. Gah, why did she always have to act so cute? I swear she could pass for my younger sister at times - minus the wrinkles.

"Oh dear~" she said in a soft voice. She put a finger to her lips and blinked back at me. "I'm sorry that you don't feel the same way for Yoochun~" For a moment, I thought I had hope. She was going to apologize to me, right? She was going to say I didn't have to marry him, right?

“But you’re going to marry Yoochun anyway. If you don’t marry him then who else is there?” She smiled at me again and I felt my heart fall to my stomach. My shoulders sunk down and I wailed. Every time she made that face, I felt like she was totally mocking me and it was all because of my history of boyfriends.

Up until now, at my sweet age of sixteen, I’ve had about seven boyfriends. I hate to talk about it but none of my relationships have worked out. What’s worse it that every time they ended, it was them dumping me and never the other way around. I didn’t understand. Why would someone tell another someone that they were special and then throw them away in the end? It doesn’t make sense. I hate guys!

That is why this year, I vowed not to fall for another one – not another idiot. I promise myself that I’m not going to play the fool any longer! I’m going to stay single and break free from my curse of falling too easily! I am going to be –!

“BoA~ BoA~” my mom shook me by the shoulders and pulled me out of my thoughts.
I snapped at her, recomposing my mean glare again. “What, Omma?” I spoke in a harsh tone – the harshest it could get.
“You’re late for school,” she told me and there went that smile again.

“KYA!” I squealed and made a run for it. I totally forgot about the limo waiting in front of my house and simply ran for it. I never went to school on foot! It felt totally awkward! But who knew the day that I help my driver save gas was the day that I met him…