"I FOUND YOU!" Kim Taehyung shouted as he stared at a picture on the internet. He was in deep shock. His heart was beating so fast, his body was shaking.
"... I found you..." His voice was lower now as he came into a deeper realization. Happy tears...
Hearing Beethoven's Sonata No. 17 was played brokenly in the piano room, Annette Laurent approached her son. "Est-ce que ça va, Jin? [Are you okay, Jin?]."
"You know, you can always talk to me, hm?" She stroked his soft hair lovingly. Knew all too well that her son was preoccupied with something. It was this particular song that always made her alert that her son wasn't exactly doing fine at the moment.
"So, you come home just to play the piano?" She asked teasingly.
Seokjin forced a smile. "Of course not. I come home to eat your cooking too." He pulled his hands off the piano and circled his left on his mother's waist.
"Hm..." His mother chuckled. "I'll cook something delish then! And maybe your favorite tarte normande for dessert?"
"J'adorerais ça. [I'd love that.]"
His mother smiled and left Seokjin in the room to have some time alone with his piano.
Seokjin visited his parent's house in the hope of getting some answers. About Sonata No. 17 which he hadn't played for a long time, and turned out it still eminently provoked inexplicable sadness in him. About the piano he played with someone in his sad dreams. About a faceless man who made his embrace felt empty and cold every time he woke up.
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NOTE:
Tarte normande = French Apple Tart
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