It was one of those cloudy days where the weather seems perfect, Chaeyoung sits beside the window enjoying the breeze as the ginger head girl press the keys with ease letting the melody echo through the whole room

Chaeyoung closed her eyes listening intently to the piano piece

The meadow.

I’m in the meadow the green grass under my feet, a sea of daisies ahead of a mixture of whites and yellows.

The breeze blows slightly making the daisies dance, In the middle of it all sits a white grand piano.

You sit playing this lovely tune, you wearing that yellow sweater you’ve always love, I’ve always love that sweater on you, it suits you.

You, like the color yellow is bright, bright like sun in this field.

Though with white piano and your yellow shirt, blending with the daisies you stood out, like your ginger hair that blows through the breeze.

I walk closer and your milky white skin greats me, your sharp monolid eyes look so soft as they’re closed lost in the melody you create, your soft pink lips greeting me to press mine.

Then the piece approaches its peak, the notes softly ending, as the last note struck you faced me with a smile the reaches your eyes, a smile I’ve fallen and continue to fall for, then everything turned white.

Dahyun look to the brunette seated by window, concluding her piece

“So how was