"so this is the middle c of the piano?" i asked playing the key. yoongi nodded his head as he watched me play.

"then, d, e, f, g, and then a, right?" i asked getting excited. he gave a small laugh and nodded his head. i smiled triumphantly as i played the notes over again.

"so, when you play the c major scale, you start at the middle c and then go up all the way to the next c. does that make sense? like this," he said as he showed me how to play the scale with his right hand. when he finished playing, he spoke up, "there's a certain fingering you need to use when playing up and down the scale."

i made an 'o' shape with my mouth as i watched carefully. "ah, so like this?" i asked. slowly, i played the notes as a scale using the fingering he had demonstrated just now. he nodded his head and smiled, "yeah, exactly like that."

i smiled widely along with him as i noticed how close we were sitting. "uh... so, how's your cheek? i see the bruise is almost gone," i said staring at it.

"o-oh, yeah. it's thanks to your mom. the ointment helped."

i gave a small nod of my head as i shyly turned away to stare at the keys of the piano. "soojin?"

"mm?" i asked once more as i looked at him and stared right into his eyes. my heart beat fasten just a bit as i continued to stare at him. why does this happen everytime when i'm with him?

"what happened to your father?" he asked softly. silently, i sat there and then for a few seconds, i turned my gaze away from him. i stared at the white and black keys of the piano once more. and then, the words just spilled out.

"when i was young, my father left my mother and i. he never came back," i paused, "come to find out, he was having an affair while being married to my mother. out of pain and hatred, my mother never bothered to see him again. even though he's gone... i do miss him in a certain advantage. i never got to know him well since he left when i was around 5 years old. it was a while back. to this day, i don't talk about it to my mother," i explained to him.

i slowly looked at yoongi who was quietly staring at the floor. "yah," i said slightly shoving at his arm, "why the gloomy face?"

"oh, um, nothing."

"liar. what are you thinking about?" i asked softly. his eyes found their way to mine as we shared long eye contact.

"liar. what are you thinking about?" she asked softly. taking my eyes away from the floor, i looked into her soft brown eyes and pursed my lips together before speaking.

"i'm thinking about my mother," i softly said. it was quiet in the room before she spoke up again. "oh... mm, well, where is your mother?"

"she's dead. she died of cancer when i was just in my elementary years..."

there was a pause of awkward silence until she started to speak, "i-i'm sorry. i didn't know."

"it's alright, it was a long tim ago too..."

"so... ever since then, you've been with your dad?"

i gave a nod of my head. "it was always so lonely. when my mom left us, i could sense how cold my father became. he would become angry and very abusive. and it eventually, it grew throughout the years. he first physically abused me when i was 14, and it's become frequent ever since then," i explained.

"i-... i'm really sorry. it must be too personal to talk about this stuff," she quickly said.

"no, it's okay. i trust you."

"you trust me?" she asked. i nodded my head in my response.

"after all, i feel as if we're the same. in our lives, we have had something in the past happen to us. your father isn't with your family and my mother left me. and even though it's personal, i feel like i can trust you," i told her.

and with that, a small smile grew on her face, the precious smile that managed to have me smile. and it's something i never thought someone could do for me. but of all the people in this world, she could make me smile.

jung soojin, i believe i have truly fallen for you.