"Hold me close and hold me fast."
My fingers glided softly across the piano's keys, singing the song softly.
"The magic spell you cast
This is La Vie en Rose~" I sang
Eyeing the abandoned dance studio, I admired how light passed through the holes of the dust-covered ceiling.
"When you kiss me, heaven sighs." I continued to sing while playing the piano
Approaching the piano, playing it and closing it— I loved every single part of being with this instrument. Once you play a certain instrument, it becomes a part of you; like a body part. You must play it with grace and the right amount of passion; in order for you to reveal the beauty of music— to reveal yourself.
"And though I close my eyes
I see La Vie en Rose~" I continued
I literally closed my eyes and poured out my emotions. It's been a year since I found out my parents' plan for me.
"When you press me to your heart, I'm in a world apart" I sang sweetly
This song touches me deeply and I haven't even fallen in love with someone yet. It just reminds me of how colorful my life was; and for some reason, it makes me happy.
"A world where roses bloom~" I sang, opening my eyes
I was engulfed by the music that I myself forgot that I was playing a piano in an abandoned dance studio. Who knows what kind of spirits haunt this place?
"And when you speak, angels sing from above" I continued, smiling to myself
"Everyday words seem to turn into love songs" I sang
"Give your heart and soul to me
And life will always be La Vie en Rose~" I finished
Ending the song with the final notes, I smiled to myself. Suddenly, I heard someone clap. I froze as goosebumps ran my arms. I felt chills run down my spine as I slowly looked up from the piano.
With my eyes wide, I eyed my surroundings. I saw a figure, completely closing my eyes afterwards. I began to shake as I put my hands together.
"Sorry sorry sorry! I'm really sorry! I didn't mean to trespass." I cried out, bowing my head
"Please don't take my soul!" I exclaimed
I knew there were spirits lurking in this place! I'm such a fool to not excuse myself.
Chuckles came out the figure I saw, making me open my eyes.
It was not a ghost.
It was a living boy.
I made a mistake!
I eyed him, taking in his pale skin, black hair and stunning eyes. My eyes were wide as I stared at him.
"You're really silly." he said
I quickly got off my seat, moving to the side. Putting my hands up like I was in surrender, I narrowed my eyes at him.
"How long have you been standing there?" I asked
"The whole time." he said
Just to make sure, I slowly walked towards him. He looked at me in confusion and I wasn't mistaken; his eyes are really expressive. I brought my index finger to his cheek, poking it.
He stepped back, clearly taken aback from what I just did. I grinned at him, clapping my hands.
"So, you are alive! What's your name? I'm [Y/N]." I rambled happily, stretching my hand for him to shake
He touched his cheek softly before shaking my hand.
"You're weird." he said
"Hi you're weird! That's a really odd name." I teasingly said
He rolled his eyes at me, sighing in disbelief. He then moved to play the piano, his fingers pressing them perfectly.
"It's Yoongi. My name is Yoongi." he said, looking at me directly
My eyes widened as I shook my head. I raised my hands in defense as I shut my eyes tightly.
"Nope, nope. Don't look at me like that." I pleaded
"Why not?" he said, as if he was amused
I put my hands down sitting beside him on the piano.
"Secret." I playfully said, propping my elbow at the side of the piano
I smiled at him, poking his cheek once again. He slapped my finger away, glaring at me.
"For a stranger, you act like we're already close." he lowly said
It was my turn to gaze at him directly.
"Then, be my friend."
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Hello :)) y U P N EW STORY. So I love jazz music and decided to make a story out of a song called La Vie en Rose. I conceptualized this story on November 17 and started to write it the next day :DD Then I only published it now a n d i t s a l r e a d y noVEMBER 27
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FanfictionLa Vie en Rose translates from French; meaning "Life in Pink". You grew up in a very wealthy family. You were happy; but it wasn't because of the material things. You were happy because of the people around you. For that, you claimed that this is La...
