Music Of Love

Chapter Six (I)

Nur Han Yoo Rin's POV

I stomped my way upstairs, feeling completely irritated by his attitude. I mean, yesterday Chanyeol told me that Luhan wasn't the one who would hold a grudge on someone. But this? Its a complete polar opposite! I don't even know what I did wrong to him.

This is so frustrating!

Throwing a hissy fit to myself I didn't realize there was someone infront of me until I collided to his hard chest.

"I'm so sorry, I should've have look," I quickly apologized and about to walk around him when he stopped me, "Are you okay? You seem.. um, mad."

I looked up to his face only to just noticed it was Chanyeol. I half-smiled, "I'm okay, I guess."

His face etched with concern, "You're not okay, I heard your arguments with Luhan while ago. It's quiet intense."

I put my hand on my hip, giving him the look, "Why did you ask the 'are-you-okay' question then?"

Chanyeol gave me one of his lopsided-grin, "Well, I can't just simply say, 'Hey Yoo Rin, I know you're angry right now but it's going to be okay soon' kind of talk, right?"

I laughed, "Oh, so you're being sassy right now?" He grinned, "That's the best I got for now."

"Oh yeah, I was going to play guitar at the music room. You wanna come? Maybe it could ease your angry mood," Chanyeol suggested.

I nodded, "That's a good idea but I thought I saw a guitar in your room yesterday?"

He scratched behind his neck, "I do, but my room is in critical condition right now."

"Oh."

"Yeah, it's safe to be out of there for a while now. God knows whats in there behind all those pile of clothes," He then grimaced.

I chuckled, "Who usually clean your room then? I mean its fairly impossible to be you, right?"

He laughed, "I just don't have enough motivation to clean my room so its usually Sehun's job."

"Poor Sehun," We both erupted into laughter as we made our way to the music room.

"Ta-daah, welcome to our music room!" Chanyeol made a weird hand gestures, letting me walk into the room.

It was a big soundproof room loaded with different instruments. There are also study tables with loads of papers scattered on it. My guessing it is use to write a song. Well, probably.

Multiple speakers here and there, mics and all of those things simply placed in its appropriate places.

I'm quiet impressed.

"Do you play?" Chanyeol asked me as he strummed on his guitar. I walked to him and sat on the chair infront of him, "Not really, but I do play Piano."

He looked surprised, "Really?" I shifted uncomfortably on my seat, "Yeah, but not that good."

His face brightened as he said, "Show me."

I was stunned. "What?"

"Show me, play some keys for me."

"I told you I'm not that good," I said, trying to emphasized the facts.

"Please?" Chanyeol insisted as he gave out one of his cute pleading looks.

I sighed in defeat, "Okay then, I hope you enjoy the piano torturing session for a while."

He grinned, "I will enjoy every bit of it." I smiled as I made my way to the grand white piano on the right corner. Reaching to it, I glided my fingers to all of the keys.

Its been a while since I've played. I wonder if I still had the magic. Welp, might as well try.

I sat down on the white plush chair and breathe in slowly. I just hope this went well so I won't embarrassed myself infront of him.

Closing my eyes, I pressed the specific keys. One of the notes that I've always remembered by heart. Sliding my fingers from left to right, it produced a beautiful melody letting me sing along to it.

Feeling stress-relief again, I smiled as I hit more higher notes, sending shivers to myself and actually felt more alive than before.

I sang more louder to match with the volume of the sound I made by each keys that I softly hit. I slowly sang out the lyrics as my fingers played the very last notes, and ended it with a beautiful ending.

I smiled to myself feeling satisfied that I still remembered the keys so well.

I heard a very loud clap and cheering behind me. Laughing, I turned around to face him, "Thankyou."

He fanned himself, breathing in and out dramatically, "Wow, that is an amazing piece eventhough I don't understand it-"

I suddenly realized and apologized to him, "Sorry, it just happens to be one of the song that I always remembered and its a Malay song."

He laughed, "No worries, I bet its a meaningful song just by looking at how it was played and sang." I blushed furiously and smiled genuinely at him, "Thankyou, It means so much to me!"

"Also, you have a beautiful voice," He complimented me again. I covered both of my cheeks with my hand, "Stop it, will you? You're making me blush."

He stared me with his dazzling smile, eyes twinkling beneath the light of this room making it more alluring, "Don't cover it. Even when you blush, you look beautiful like always," He whispered lowly only for myself to heard it.

I felt myself blushed again and bit my lower lip, letting my gaze fall to the floor.

"Yoo Rin ah," He called my name. "Yeah?" I managed to breathed out while my stomach full of fireworks and sparks eruptions.

"Look at me, please?" He asked and I let my eyes wandered to his eyes and lost in it.

I saw his Adam apple bobbed up and down as he breathes slowly, "I know we just knew eachother yesterday.." He spoke up, staring intensely into my eyes. His gaze captures my trance making me feeling hypnotized.

"...and I want to ask you." I nodded, letting him to continue.

He smiled, "Would you give me a chance to know you even better?"

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(unedited)

End of Chapter Six part One.

Guilty as charged, I just had to end it there thinking it was kinda fun to have cliffhanger. And yes, its fun.

Whahahahaha.

Here's one question to Luhan that someone asked:

Reader: What is that you're so angry about at Yoo Rin?

Luhan: Lets just say I don't want to risk the same dreaded history to happen.

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