Hey Guys,

Long time no see! So I've been doing a few chapters of my new stories and I'd like for you guys to know how they might look like in the future. Here's a little taste of my Jonghyun story in the works. It might not look like this when I actually publish it, but please enjoy and tell me what you thought! Thanks as always and look forwrd to new updates for A Silent Lover coming soon! <3

Jonghyun's Base (Working Title)

Excerpt:

I’m so focused inward, my eyes closed, that I don’t see the person who gets on stage, but I hear the piano start up again. This time it’s different though and the notes resonate within me until I have to know who is playing. Opening my eyes, I see the man from the table has now gotten onstage and is pounding out Kenny G’s Songbird. I’m instantly swept up in his music and the way he plays. I feel like every time I’ve heard this song before, has been a cheap imitation of what the guy on stage is doing to it now. Seeing him hit each key, his fingers moving fluidly, his eyes squeezing shut on the high notes has me right there in the music with him. My body is unconsciously swaying to the beat, moving with him as moves in his seat, bending and grooving to the sweet melody he’s making. Before I realize it, I’m lost in the music, lost in him, eyes closed and no concept of time.

Suddenly the music stops and I look around me, stunned out of my stupor. I see the musicians leaving the stage, and I realize the set is over. As the piano player closes the lid on the keys and leaves the stage, I’m staring like there’s no tomorrow. He doesn’t look up and after a few seconds I sit back and notice that I was practically across the table. Embarrassed, I take a sip of tea and grimace when I taste that it’s ice cold. I look down at my watch and realize I’ve been sitting here for almost three hours. I’m muttering to myself about the lost time when I see the piano player wipe his forehead and walk to the bar. As he saunters through the club, I’m cursing the low lighting that’s seriously impeding my vision. From what I can see, he’s short, only about 5’7 and wearing a black and white t-shirt that’s tight enough that I can see the large muscles of his arms. Dark fitted Levi’s hug his body and on his feet are black and white colored sneakers. When he makes it to the bar, the lighting is a little better and as I look, I try not to crane my neck in an obvious way. I’m totally being a creeper, but when I’m about to stop looking I get a clear view of him and my jaw drops. He’s freaking gorgeous!

He stands by the bar, ordering a drink and looks around the club as he sips on his water. My heart beat picks up the pace when I see his face, a strong jaw and a long, straight nose that almost looks too perfect. His eyes are large and his lips are small and plump.His hair is cut short on the sides and long on the top, colored a light and warm brown. His skin is pale against the black of his clothes and glasses are tucked inside his shirt. He is a beautiful Asian man and my heart beat is erratic and infused with pain. My inspection hasn’t taken more than a few seconds, but before I can look away he catches me staring. Heat fills up my face and I turn around quickly in panic.