7 months passed. I decided to step back from the drama club to concentrate in school final exams later. I finally took time to come up occasionally in the theater.

Looking at the situation around.

Still have my junior and Kyuhyun who was still sitting behind the piano.

Each plays so sweetly chiming tone.

 

"Annyeonghaseo." Greet someone from behind the audience bench that I was sit to.

I immediately turned around to figure out who’s called me.

"Kyu!." I exclaimed.

"You scared me!." I add again while kicking his feet long.

Just Kyuhyun laughed.

"What are you doing here." Kyuhyun asked with both hands clutching his knee with both moaned in pain because of my kick earlier.

 "Just wanted to stop by." I said.

"Oh I think you missed me." He said, and gave origin mehrong towards me.

I pinched his waist, and he's just tickled squirm.

 

"What is the concept of drama for this month?." I asked at Kyuhyun.

This time Kyuhyun looked into my eyes and turned around to facing right in front of me.

"Do not know." So he said, innocently.

"You want me to bring you a song?." Bargaining and pulled my right arm to go up on stage.

"That sounds good." I said and immediately positioned right next to my seat.

 

Kyuhyun began his fingers danced over the piano notes.

beautiful rhythm began to form from a series of beautiful tones.

Kyuhyun also began to sing verse after verse song with a very, very melodious voice.

I looked at him, he looked at both my eyes either.

I looked at him with a puzzled expression.

I pressed my index finger on his red lips.

 

"The One I Love song from Super Junior KRY?." I asked curiously.

Kyuhyun brushed my index finger and hold it tightly.

Kyuhyun nodded with certainty.

"Ne, I shall sing it for you?." He asked again.

I leaned my head on his shoulder.

Listen to his beautiful voice while sang melodious song.

At least this is not a farewell song.

Again, I remember Youngwoon.

When he sang his favorite songs with this piano.

 

I hugged Kyuhyun arm.

Hug it tighter.

Kyuhyun continued to sing with the deep voice.

This memory will never go away despite how much time must penetrate ever.

 

"Stop it." I shouted facing towards Kyuhyun.

"Wae-yo?." He asked confused.

"Enough. It’s enough." I said with a smile and tears automatically drops.

"What happened?." Kyuhyun's expression turned into fear. He wiped away my tears. Clutched both of my shoulders.

"Tell me." Asked him.

"Why am I still keep thinking Youngwoon?." I asked with tears still falling.

"You love him too much, Chaerin." He said while staring at me and touching my face which was wet with tears.

"You want me to play the song A Short Journey?." he offered.

"No need. Please. "I said while hugging this namja.

"It is the farewell song. Please do not sing or play the song at all. " I sobbed on Kyuhyun’s chest.

 

Kyuhyun fingers touch those notes.

Notes for A Short Journey song.

"Enough, Kyu!." I cried hard.

 

Kyuhyun’s handsome face right in front of me, just 3 centimeters.

Kyuhyun kissed my lips gently.

Embracing his left hand on my shoulder.

His tongue roll each side of my mouth. Ravished my lips.

Very warm. His breath caressed all over my face blanched.

 

But Kyuhyun right hand plays the song. Farewell song, A Short Journey.

My lips are still stuck in the lip Kyuhyun. But getting into sobs, I could hear it clearly.

My sweats are falling down.

Chiming tone it becomes painfully wrenching my ears.

Makes my heart beat faster.

I got goosebumps and made me feel more pain.

I'm afraid. I was really scared with this song.

 

I pushed Kyuhyun’s chest.

"Stop it." I sigh and yell at the same time, I feel my voice almost gone.

My sweats mingled with the tears that have been countless numbers in a dosage litter.

Kyuhyun hugged me again. Held me tighter and tighter.

 

"I always felt the presence of Youngwoon each time listening to it. That song makes me traumatized. "Kyuhyun I whispered from behind his back.

"Allow me to erase the memory of Youngwoon from your mind." Kyuhyun replied by gently my black hair.

I pressed my arms on his hold, this namja who wearing a white shirt, yes our school uniforms.