"I think it's okay for us to start living."
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In a fanfiction universe full of cliches, absurd plot-proceedings, and a depressing number of death flags, Clarity is determined to do everything in her power t...
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Clarity used to hate playing the piano.
When she was younger, her mom would always force her to practice on a daily basis. Scales, chords, arpeggios— she was required to play the same technical requirements over and over again. She wasn't a big fan of classical music, nor did she enjoy playing the Baroque period's polyphonic pieces. To her, piano was just another one of her daily missions that had to be completed.
Yet now, Clarity found herself being attracted to a certain piano tune as she followed after the source of melody. Eventually, she stood in front of a wooden door by the end of the hallway on the second floor.
Like bewitchment, she couldn't bring herself to interrupt and simply lingered by the entrance, deeply enchanted by the music. It was a melancholic yet soothing melody, pulling her into an alluring forest trail. Each note blended with another like the fog on a dewy morning, and each chord complemented the next harmoniously, like fairies waltzing amidst a lush forestland.
Starting off somber, the piece then moved on to its second phase. Fire spiralled upwards as the chords fell from major to minor, from consonant to dissonant; the forte octaves jumped from one side of the piano to another, smashing onto the surface in a frenzied momentum.
One section after another, one phrase leading to the next, the forces of nature clashed as the diminished seventh cords released a raging sentiment. The tempo was pressing, overwhelming the room atmosphere with an explosion of emotions.
Oxygen seemed to finally return to the room as the tempo reverted back to normal after a long ritenuto, bring its listeners back to reality. Finishing off the piece with a smooth series of arpeggios, the last key let out a gentle yet firm whisper, reverberating throughout the air.
Min Yoongi remained on the bench for a long time.
His weary gaze conveyed a thousand words as they locked onto the black and white keys that alternated before his eyes.
Suddenly, the creaking by the door shook him out of his trance.
Shifting his gaze to the direction of the noise, Yoongi's face was contorted to an obvious look of annoyance as he saw Clarity by the door with a sheepish smile.
"You again."
"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you." She awkwardly stepped away from the room entrance. "But that was beautiful! I always knew you were good at piano, but this was another level."
At that, Yoongi lifted an eyebrow. "How did you know I played the piano?"
It wasn't him, but the Min Yoongi from BTS. However, he wouldn't understand even if she had explained.
