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Don’t remind me that I’m 5ever alone
Eunji was in her own world whenever she plays the piano . She ran her finger on the piano keys . She closed her eyes and let the melody dancing in her ears .
Eunji pressed the last note of the song and ended her ‘performance’. She smiled to herself . She always felt happy after play the piano . It was like one of her hobbies . She was in her own world until she heard someone’s voice that bring her back to the reality . She looked up to where the voice come from and immediately bow . It was one of the prince in town . “Ah thank you so much, prince!” she said politely to him while showing her eyesmile . “I’m Jung Eunji.” she introduced herself and bowed to him once again .
He blinked stupidly, spacing out a little when she mentioned the word ‘prince’. He looked down at his suit and noticed the medallion still pinned on it. “Oh,” he shot his head back up and smiled bashfully. “There’s… There’s no need to bow! And please, when we’re not on the palace’s premises, just call me Dongwoo,” he talked, taking off the medallion in the process to keep it on his pocket.
“I have always noticed you playing whenever I visit this place. Are you related to the owner of the restaurant?” Dongwoo asked, motioning for her to sit back down. He wanted to hear more of her pieces, already forgetting the stress from the work that he had to deal with earlier.
Uzipping his luggage and taking out the piles of neatly-folded clothes, Howon could feel a pair of eyes boring at him and instinctively turned his head to look at the prince. “What’s wrong…?” He asked while bringing the pile of clothes to the closet. Not getting an reaction from the prince, he shook his head with a soft smile and tucked the pile of casual outfits in the corner of the closet. Those casual outfits he had were mainly t-shirts and jeans with the color purple dominating most of it. He has an undying love for purple since young and despite trying hard to quit liking the color, it only made him love the color more, as if he was under the spell. Spell, maybe if Harry Potter really exist in real life.
After bringing out all the clothes in his luggage, hanging those formal suits up in on the hangers, putting other random belongings into the closet, he was finally done with the unpacking. And there were his toothbrush, toothpaste, facial foam, all the bathroom items that he brought along with him. He would just put them in the bathroom later. For now, he would leave them in the Ziploc bags. Everything was neatly arranged. Taking a last glance at the those items, he nodded approvingly to himself.
Walking up to the prince who was sitting on the edge of the bed, he sat down right next to him. That was when he learned why the prince had been staring blankly - the king-sized bed. “Are we sharing the bed?” He asked, not because he minded it. In fact, his voice hinted a tinge of curiosity and that tiny bit of excitement. He had never shared his bed with anyone aside from his parents when he was young and had always wonder how it would be like to share a bed, especially when he often dreamed of the things he would do if he ever had a brother to share a bed with.
Perhaps it was a good idea sharing a room with his personal bodyguard, Dongwoo thought. He saw it useful in a way, because after the first few minutes of officially being roommates, he had already found out some things about Hoya, taking notice of the smallest details as he started unpacking his things. The color purple dominated 90 percent of the bodyguard’s luggage, which he found amusing. If it was because it reminded him of his obsession over the color green or because he totally didn’t expect somebody as uptight as Hoya to be having a fetish for something as simple as color, he didn’t know.
He just hoped the younger didn’t notice that he enjoyed observing him.
Dongwoo had to do a double take when he heard him speak, still a bit distracted from watching him just a few moments ago. “Oh, um, err, maybe?” he didn’t really know how to respond to the question. “Maybe… Maybe we have to share… for today?” it came off as a question because he wasn’t too sure himself. But sharing a bed with someone would be a first to him. Realizing how strange it might sound for Hoya, he immediately suggested another idea. “Ah, maybe I could just sleep on the couch for tonight, and tomorrow I’ll ask for this bed to be replaced,” Dongwoo nodded to himself, nearly stammering. Why was he, anyway?
Sunggyu watched as Dongwoo was taking pictures of the trees, wondering what kind of memories he would link to them. What would he say when he showed the pictures to his friends and family? Sunggyu wanted him to tell everyone about the friendly and hard working farmer he had met, so he decided he should show him great hospitality just in case he had given him a bad image earlier.
Sunggyu felt a bit sorry for the people living in the city. Sometimes it seemed they became weary just by being close to so much stress and sound pollution. If he could teach Dongwoo a bit about what it was like to live in harmony with nature, Sunggyu was sure it could benefit him in his daily life in the city as well.
“Well, I grew up on a farm,” Sunggyu answered, rather amused by his guest’s question. “Although it wasn’t an orchard; my father grew root vegetables mostly, and my mother tended berries as a hobby, but it gave me good knowledge about agriculture in general. I always loved trees, you see, so I wanted an orchard. I bought this place right after I finished high school. It wasn’t easy, trying to take care of it all, but with hard work comes great results.” Sunggyu smiled at him.
“What about you?” he asked. “What do you do for a living? I’m sure you know a lot about that; things I would never learn in a million years.”
A brief “oh” was all what Dongwoo could initially say hearing Sunggyu’s explanation. “Who wouldn’t love trees…” it almost came off as him thinking out loud. Trees, for Dongwoo, would be one of his inanimate friends. He mostly gain inspiration in them with his songs, and he usually took motivation at them whenever the royal work drains the energy out of him. Unconsciously he nodded to himself and felt that Sunggyu, in a way or another, had just been connected to him. “I can see how much you have put in this. Now I already have a clue why you wouldn’t even think of selling these to anybody.”
Dongwoo abruptly stopped in his tracks, totally not expecting the other to ask about his work back in the city. It’s not that he thought being a royalty was something to be ashamed of; if he were another person he’d probably proudly tell it without a blink of an eye. But telling him that he’s a prince would be strange at his part; he was aware that he had never looked nor acted so much like a royalty, and Sunggyu might think that he was either lying or living off a fantasy. And besides, he would have nothing much to say if the man started asking about how it’s like living as one, for it wasn’t long since he started living in the palace.
Instead, he slipped off with a white lie. “I used to work on a theater,” he casually stated; it was true, anyway. “I stopped, though, and now I just… write songs for the people.” Dongwoo turned to look at him, an idea sparking in his mind, “I’d love to hear you sing one of my compositions!” he beamed.
It’s been 3 days since Eunji’s aunt left to Busan, and because of that Eunji need to handle the bakery alone . She was so exhausted that’s why she asked a permission from her aunt to have a day-off today . She’s glad that her aunt let her . She decided to visit her favorite restaurant . It’s been awhile since the last time she went there . It was just a simple restaurant but has a really nice design and the foods are delicious too . Not only that the owner, the waiters and waitresses are all nice also . Even though it’s just a simple restaurant but they have a small piano there and Eunji loved to play it . Since she knows the owner and kinda close with her, she could play it whenever she want to .
Eunji tied her hair in double ponytail and wears her jacket . She checked herself on the mirror before rushing downstairs. She grabs some breads and put it in a small basket . She wanted to give it to the owner of the restaurant because the owner always love their breads . After that she walked out from the bakery and make sure to locked it . Then she walks to where the restaurant is .
She enters and receive a warm smile from one of the waiters that she know already . “Eunji-ya, it’s been awhile ! How are you ?” asked the waiter to her . She smiled and walked to him . “I’m fine as usual!” she answered while handing the small basket to him. “Please give this to Lee Ajusshi!” she said to him and he just smiled while taking it from her . After that she immediately walked to where the piano is and sat down . She started to play her favorite song . She always loved to play piano .
At a point when everything is a complete chaos at work, stress is something nearly inevitable for Dongwoo. And when he is under a little too much pressure, he never gets everything right. When he nearly got caught spacing out at a lunch meeting earlier, he knew he had to take a break. He wanted to have a long one, but at the rate things are going as of the moment, he sure wouldn’t be able to put his own need above the others’.
But for now, he decided to borrow a little time to take refuge in the ever-so-busy restaurant near his office. It was especially busy and full at that time despite of the small area, but Dongwoo had always found peace in that noise, knowing that it meant that there were people surrounding him. Already on his second cup of frappe, the prince roamed his eyes around the crowded area. It never occurred to him that somebody was on the piano until he actually heard a soft but distinct melody ringing on his ears. ”Ah, that familiar song…” he murmured to himself, craning his neck to see who the player was. It had been a while since he saw that woman. He frequented that restaurant but for the past weeks no one else really dared to play on that piano, so he figured that it was the same one who had always played there.
He took a little while to finish his cup, and walked over to the corner where the piano was situated. Perhaps it was curiosity that got him wanting to know who played such a nice melody. The prince waited for a few seconds after she finished her song, and cleared his throat to let his presence be known. “Nice song, I haven’t heard that in a while,” his lips formed to a friendly grin to greet the woman.
Sunggyu nodded, pleased with Dongwoo’s sincere admiration. Praising his orchard was in a way more effective than praising Sunggyu himself. Sunggyu was convinced that any man who loved trees was a kind soul. Dongwoo’s words made his heart feel at ease again.
“I don’t mind at all”, Sunggyu said. “Feel free to take as many pictures as you like.”
“A tourist? Sure”, he smiled. “I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure of showing a tourist the grounds before. For some reason, most tourists stay in the city.”
Sunggyu made an inviting gesture towards the length of blooming trees. “Shall we take a walk then?”
“What you see here are pears, cherries and on that side we have apples”, Sunggyu explained. “The apple blossoms were early this year thanks to the mild winter. I was worried a sudden bout of frost would kill them off, but thankfully there hasn’t been any cold nights this month. Now I’m worried heavy rainfall might rip the flowers apart before pollination is complete.” Sunggyu glanced at Dongwoo, wondering if any of this was interesting to him.
“Thank you,” he smiled at him before putting his camera down, trailing behind Sunggyu as he started walking around the orchard. “Let’s just say that things in the city have already been quite bland for me so I decided to take a break from it,” he shrugged. Indeed, they have. The royalty work in general had been a wee bit uneventful for Dongwoo’s spontaneity these past few weeks, probably because he was always stuck inside his room doing paper work. He was never the type to outright complain, though, so it always stayed that way. Maybe a little break is just what he needed.
Roaming his eyes across the trees bountiful of apples in their bright red color, he turned to take a few more pictures while Sunggyu talked about the growth of apples in the orchard. “Is that so?” he cocked his head to the side, trying to register the information he had been giving out. He could never remember learning those things in school; the thought of being in school alone is a big question mark in his mind.
“That’s new to me,” Dongwoo scratched his head rather awkwardly, “how do you know all these?” he asked. For a second he felt embarrassment for only knowing the surface of things like these.
