[ As the song ended, Myung let his fingers rest on the keys, his head bowed for a moment longer before he turned to Kai, looking a little bit dazed before his gaze cleared. Playing always gripped him from the inside out, shook him from his core outwards.
He couldn't imagine a life without it. Even when he hated it, it was there. ]
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He couldn't imagine a life without it. Even when he hated it, it was there. ]
Did you like it? [ His voice was small, soft. ]