Key To The Strings | Min Yoongi

Chapter One

"Run me from this, oh run me from this..."

I love singing, I love playing the piano, I love writing songs, and I love a certain him, he who subtly connects me to music. It's like a love triangle, or perhaps a bridge. Whatever it is, this connection is like a picture I held so dearly to my heart, like a piece of string I couldn't bear to break. My heartstrings; everything linked back to my heart.

However, whatever this was, ended up tearing me apart. I miss him...

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Give me a fate like 12, 9, 5
Steer me in there when it feels so nice
Chase me away so it's not my choice
Hide me from this pain social life

Blanket the drums, I can't hear my voice
Let it go out, it will draw a sigh
Rolling to deep, it's a pretty lie
I can't go down, run me from this

"Oh run me from this" I sang as my fingers ran across the piano. My original song.

Albeit cold physically, my heart felt warm. Nothing would bring me down as in this moment, I was with my supposed love.

The piano.

According to my parents, I'd been playing the piano since I was four. Back then, I had begged my parents ceaselessly for the chance to learn the piano, fortunate enough for them to consent to my constant request. It has been 13 years now, and although there were times when I was unwilling to practise or turn up for lessons, the piano still dwelled in my heart.

It grew into a passion that I used for my other interests, like writing songs. My songs were definitely not the best, but it's my dream to be known for my music.

A beautiful melody sounded as my fingers hit the keys of the piano again. I closed my eyes in relaxation and swayed with my playing.

At that moment, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my head and abruptly stopped moving my fingers, only to bring them to hold my head.

I winced, my body tensing to endure the pain that rapidly turned excruciating. My breathing quickened as I tried to keep myself together.

"Ouch!" I exclaimed breathlessly when I felt another pain in my arm. As I foolishly forced my eyes open, I realised that I had fallen onto the floor, the world perpendicular to my sight.

"...h-hel..." I whispered weakly and crawled my way towards the door of the room I was in. Images were flashing in my head but I tried my best to block them out as I thought they only made my condition deteriorate.

After what seemed like an eternity, my hand reached the door knob and I stumbled out the room. I was panting heavily as sweat dripped down from my forehead, mixing with my tears.

Oh, what did I ever do to experience such pain?

The pain in my head was subsiding gradually as my breathing simultaneously slowed.

My hands were still shaking from the shock and my body did not seem to have the energy to move at all. All I could manage was stare at the wall in front of me in confusion, unsure of the occurrence just minutes ago and the reason for it. I remained stationary for an unknown period of time before falling asleep with a tear-stained face and white-knuckled fists.

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Every time attempted to play the piano again, I would feel a pain brewing in my head. If only I had the courage to undergo the traumatising experience again.... I wouldn't have given up on playing the piano. And this meant...all my hopes and my dreams-

They'll never come true.......