#00. In the Mood for Love: The Most Beautiful Moment in Life
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We were happier than anyone else.
Ordinarily happy.
But little by little, that happiness began to be stained with black ink.
-Yoongi's perspective
"Fuck..."
Things haven't been going well lately. Tasks I usually excel at have become increasingly difficult, and I'm dissatisfied with everything.
I threw the cell phone I had been fiddling with aimlessly onto the bed and unconsciously picked up a cigarette.
"...Oh, I quit smoking."
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"Yoongihyeoung! I told you not to smoke!"
"That's right, Yoongi lol"
"Here come two more nagging people"
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Yunki shook his head as he thought about the past without thinking and walked to the bed.
The seven people who were always together as one during their school days became adults and naturally lost contact.
"Should I try contacting you?"
'What is everyone doing?'
I pressed the eraser repeatedly before completing the sentence.
I miss those days when we would call each other like a lover and chat happily for hours.
"Should I go out and come back.."
Yun-gi felt frustrated and just walked wherever his feet led him, following his heart.
.
.
.
"This is..."
Seokjin, it was Seokjin's house. For Yoongi, who visited whenever he was having a hard time, it was a more comfortable resting place than home. Whenever Yoongi was having a hard time, he would go to Seokjin's house and play the piano, and they would rely on each other.
"I guess I'll go after a long time..."
"yunki min..?"
"Ah, Seokjin hyung, it's been a while."
"Yoongi, is that Yoongi? What's wrong?"
"..."
"Do you want to play the piano?"
I didn't know why. As soon as I heard the word piano, my head automatically moved up and down.
"Phew-"
.
"...It's been a while since I've been here."
Yun-gi's footsteps naturally led him to the brown piano. Opening the dusty lid, he was greeted by the neatly arranged piano keys.
"Should I wipe it for you?"
I refused Seok Jin-hyung's offer to clean the piano.
I sat down on the chair. It was as if the dust was representing the time I had spent there.
When I placed my fingers on the brown piano, they seemed to have found their home and began to play wonderful music.
A melody that is comfortable for anyone to hear.
Tiring-
"Yoongi, call me."
"jimin park?"
Honestly, I was surprised. Jimin, who I hadn't heard from in years, suddenly called me.
"Ji, Min-ah?"
"Hyung, Yoongi, it's you, right? Answer my questions."
"Why is Hyung's studio on fire and inside, a song that only the seven of us know is coming out on the piano. And someone with the same voice as Yoon Ki-hyung is screaming."
"What are you talking about? I'm at Seokjin's house."
"...Brother, today is June 13th, 2019, right?"
"..Park Jimin, what's wrong today?"
"It's April 11, 2022."
Please, if there is a God, please turn back the hands of our clocks to our misaligned times.
Please, let all the unfortunate times pass.