Jiyong is laying on his couch, staring at the light that projected on the floor from the television he doesn’t watch. The colour change is almost random, sometimes soft, sometimes blaring. Sometimes a tone stay there for a long time, unchanging, as if there’s no moving image from that box. Sometimes it changes so fast, he’s wondering was it because he blinks his tears away so fast.

Jiyong need to move on. It’s already a month after his boyfriend left him. He was sad and angry. He wants to punch himself. Yes, himself. How can he didn’t see that that guy was never loved him? That the adoration on his eyes were purely there by lust? And jiyong allowed himself to drown in affection so shallow it’s only physical. He hates himself for that. And now he feels incredibly lonely. Living his dream in such a young age is not an easy road. He wanted this since forever. All he remembers that he was running, chasing, catching his dream so hard, so focused, so driven, it came with the price. He has no people in his life. Music is always been his life, producing music is always been his dream. But he dream so big, it’s empty inside. Now it feels so hollow, it’s almost cold inside.

 Then he hears it. Piano from one floor across his apartment. Jiyong bolts from his couch, and runs to his window. Pressing his hands and his left ear to the window glass, he listens to it while the gears in his brain start moving. Louis Armstrong, I’m in The Mood for Love. He scoffs. The pianist sure knows what to play for him, it’s ridiculous.

Another thing that ridiculous is jiyong, because he feels like he knows a person that he actually doesn’t know. Because he feels connected to that person. He feels connected from that person music that fills his ears. Because it’s always feels like this, almost like the pianist is talking to him with his tunes, with his notes.  And music is universal language, barest form of communicating. And now the pianist is communicating to him. When the pianist plays, Jiyong feels like he understand the pianist sadness or happiness, the pianist whispers and yells, the pianist warm and cold days, the pianist unspoken words.

Jiyong tapping his finger on the window, humming to the song. He’s dying to know who the pianist is. One or two times he saw a glimpse of people who live there. Two guys, both are gorgeous with raven hair.  And all his questions about the pianist from months ago are still there, waiting to be answered. about his life, about his talent, about his past, about his worry, about his frustration. Can he get a chance, to know and to understand? Jiyong’s stomach churn a little thinking about that, so he’s trying to focus on the beautiful melodies that surround him instead, savoring the moment.

Seunghyun. The pianist name is seunghyun. He keeps saying that in his mind like a prayer. God, he feels like a creep. But yeah maybe he’s a little creeper. Tonight he went to Atlas like usual. To drink the loneliness. To listen to people talk and laugh and whine and complain. Just after he finished his drink, he saw one of the gorgeous-raven-hair boy that live in that pianist home talked with Xin, the bartender. He couldn’t help but eavesdropped, anticipating that maybe he’d introduce himself to the pianist right in that moment.

“hey man. Alone? where’s seunghyun?”, xin asked

“he’s home. That hermit doesn’t want to go. Probably still busy touching and playing with his piano. Trying to get some...” the guy wiggled his fingers beside his head like he casts some spells , ”inspiration. I don’t know he’s on block or something”

“get inspiration? Maybe what he need is get a boyfriend. Or get laid”, xin joked and they both laughed, but  jiyong still could see that they care about that seunghyun guy a lot.

After that the conversation moved and jiyong wasn’t listening to it anymore. He was busy made a mental note instead, that the pianist is actually the other guy and his name is seunghyun. He knew the name and the face now. He is indeed beautiful. Just like his playing. And his name. And his face. And his playing. And his name. Jiyong laughs, he’s a BIG creeper. He’s going to hang out at Atlas more, maybe he’ll get the chance to meet the beautiful pianist later.

True to his word, jiyong drop to Atlas almost every day, and today is no exception. His work is piling and he just finished reviewing a demo from the new indie local band he’s going help to produce. They’re good. Really good. Track after track. All of the songs seems helping each other, like a great team-work, pushing him into a melancholy mood. Jiyong categorized this as a success. Music that makes people feel, not just meaningless-easy-to-catch sound. This is what he live for, this is something that made him sacrificed a lot: makes music. To touch people with it, to touch life with it. Discovering new musician, talented amazing human, that never seems to stop coming.

One of the song that impressed him, stay with him until now. The Fall. And he did feel like he was falling when he listened to it. Falling from the surface to the bottomless pit of the sea. “don’t run away.. don’t sleep away..my dear” .

Sudden fast motion from Xin behind the bar interrupted the train of thought he’s having. Subconsciously he follows xin’s movement that stops in front of someone, in front of a guy. And now xin is hugging that guy. Jiyong eyes widens. It’s not just another guy, it’s the pianist. It’s seunghyun.

Jiyong knows that face, remembers that face. Of course he remembers, he always tried to steal a glance up to that window once in a while. Striking features that he recognized are there. Slightly messy black hair, thick arch-y eyebrows, kitten lips and sharp jaw. But wait, there’s something he doesn’t recognized. He doesn’t know it’s there before. Seunghyun’s dimple. No, dimples, that he didn’t know it was there before. And oh my god he’s so beautiful with it. And oh my god he’s so beautiful from this close. And oh my god he needs to stop saying oh my god. And also stop ogling.  Jiyong mentally smacks himself and trying to get a hold of himself.

But jiyong attempts and motivation are long gone, right after seunghyun is sit just two stools beside him.

“How's the, uh composing going? Soohyuk tells me you've been locked away in your tower writing your masterpiece for like, ing ever.”  Xin asked seunghyun, and he’s so aware, so curious about how’s the conversation will be going. His body moves by itself, leaning towards the object of attraction.

Jiyong can’t help but listening. Can’t help but glancing.  Curiosity overflowing, and he steals a glance that seems longer that he planned to. Then, seunghyun eyes are flicking to him, and he turns away so fast, he’s afraid he sprained his neck. What is he doing? Acting like 6^th grader meeting with his crush in the class. He’s just interested to know. And to know a new musician is one of his job, right? Right?

From the countless hours he’s anticipating this moment, he doesn’t want to waste another second to move over there. So when xin is done talking to him, jiyong gulps his whiskey and moves. All of his nerves are tingling and he keeps saying that this is just overflowing curiosity.

With a little bravado jiyong says, “Excuse me. Sorry to bother you.”

“You're not - you're not bothering...me.”

Seunghyun sounds nervous, it’s adorable. Jiyong quite happy that’s he’s not alone in this nervous party.  Hearing seunghyun voice  from this close makes him woozy. It’s round, deep, and a little warm. Seunghyun’s voice is another beautiful melody that comes from him. He can’t imagine, seunghyun singing sinatra’s song, or singing any song actually.

Jiyong doesn’t know what to do then. Hearing and seeing this guy up close only makes it harder. It’s amplified everything.  Just what kind of thing people say to start a conversation? He plays with the glass, thinks about what to say and decides just go for it. Because the other guy is staring at him and if he’s not doing anything soon, he might squirms so hard he’d die. Because the eyes that looking at him right now are so deep and so warm. Gosh, why everything from this guy is deep and warm?

 “I couldn't help but overhear. You're a composer?”

Jiyong winces. Great, now you mentioned that you overhear his conversation. Don’t forget to mention you also overhear his name is seunghyun. Also overhear some of his compositions. But seunghyun doesn’t seems to mind, so he guess it’s okay. He believes that seunghyun is an adorable nice guy who would not yell at him saying he’s so nosy and to just off.

“Not– no, not really. It's just– just something I do. Sort of.”

 “Don't listen to him, he's a genius,” Xin interjects

“And he's an idiot,” Seunghyun answers and he laughs at their playful banter

 “Pianist?” , jiyong asks again                                                                                                                         

“Yeah. How'd you know?”

“Lucky guess”

“I'm Jiyong.”, he offers his hand.

“Seunghyun,”  

I know, jiyong says in his mind, smiling.

Just like he predicted, seunghyun is adorable. After that question, they fall into some small talk. He can’t stop asking questions and seunghyun can’t stop being adorable.  He can’t stop smiling and seunghyun can’t stop being adorable. And he can’t stop saying that seunghyun is adorable.

A/N: All the dialogues between jiyong and seunghyun aren't mine. they're all (the so talented) sam's a.k.a i-feel-electric. 

this is the song jiyong talked about in this chapter