The circumstance in the intensive care unit was calm even the machinery sounded awkwardly low. A few meters away from the patient's bed, there an old woman was watching the bed unblinking, face unreadable.

"Halmoni," a whisper from her side hammered the tranquillity a bit. She turned to face her only grandson who was eyeing back and forth to the patient and his granny, "Hyung... he'll be fine, right?"

She caressed his cheek to reassure whereas the fact itself was so uncertain. The lad beside her started to sob, "Hyung, I'm sorry." Eyes began to water drenching his face, tone cracked. The old lady recalled every moment happened a month ago when they'd met with the pale boy lying on the bed unconscious as a sigh escaped her throat.

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August 1st...

"Chang Myeon, Don't run on the street." the old woman weakly spoke out to her grandson who was running and jumping on the side-road. She sighed as the lad didn't stop playing and kept walking. The city lamps blinking and the buzzers buzzing put together with spare diligence than it was.

"Wait here, Chang Myeonie." the boy halted when he found his granny taking a seat on the bench. "Granny, we better hurry." The kid groaned in restlessness. He received a smile from his grandmother who gestured him to sit, "Chang Myeon dear. It's okay to be a little late sometimes."

"Why? Aren't you feeling okay?" his brows compressed with worry as he scrutinised his grandma's face and received a weak yet soft smile. "Just a bit tired. I'm fine," she reassured caressing his cheeks back and giggled at her little guardian.

Behind them, there was a garden attached to an edifice. The surrounding was peacefully soothing. The lad settled himself on his seat swinging his feet in the air and the old lady just inhaled the pure air. Both were facing the sky watching the dazzling stars.

Wondering if it was their hallucination or not, both heard a sweet tone from the air. Sweet and soft, strong yet soothing. The lad looked over his shoulder following the tone, "It's coming from there." His little finger pointed toward the edifice a few meters behind them.

"Ahh, I see. It's the sound of a piano. After a long time, I get to listen to it again." The old lady uttered, "You're grandpa used to play this for me." she recalled the time when she fell in love facing the building. Chang Myeon watched her, she looked so soft and ethereal even in her aged-skin while listening to the rhythm.

He wrapped her with small hands, " You're so beautiful, granny." His words muffled in her lap, she caressed the child. Slowly and steadily it came to culmination leaving these innocent souls in the realization of reality.

"I wonder who played such a wonderful masterpiece." the old woman uttered.

"You wanna meet?" asked the little one at which the lady had a glance of the magnificent edifice. Its glamour defined the trainees here from a well-known family. "They may not like meeting someone like us." sighed the lady facing her grandson who was pouting.

Both started to walk to the destination for which they needed to turn the angle where the front gate of the building was.

"Ah, that was so great. You should keep doing this for me, Yoongi." a conversation made the old lady and the kid halt on their pace as if they needed to do.

"But... you told me I can join here if I play it." the voice made the old lady look over a pale-looking boy behind a tall guy.

"Yeah, you are. All you have to do is to play the piano for us. But you have to stay behind the curtain the whole time." the tall guy faced the boy smirking, "All your works will be ours. You can't announce it on yours. That's what the contract says, Yoongi Min."

He held a bunch of pages before the boy named Yoongi who was puffing up his eyes in shock. "N-no, I didn't sign this. It was a-"

"Don't show excuses, Yoongi. You're now bound to do this." saying, the tall guy slid into a shiny expensive looking black car and drove away, leaving Yoongi alone.

For a moment, time seemed to be stopped until a cold wind shrugged him. This wasn't what he wanted. All his creation will be others for no reason. He slowly sat on the side-bench hiding his face into his palms.

"Dear, are you alright?" a feminine tone made him look in front of him. He blinked as he saw an old lady with a little boy. "Y-yeah..." Yoongi shortly replied.

"Hyung..." the kid innocently uttered, "You played that piano so well. My granny likes it." he giggled earning a small squeeze on his small hand. His granny gestured to stop before facing Yoongi, "Don't mind him. He just-"

"understands." unknowingly a sigh escaped his throat when Yoongi gave a small smile to the kid, "Glad that you like it but it wasn't me." Yoongi stood up, bowed and attempted to walk. In his voice, she felt the pain of losing.

"Let your trial bloom like flowers." the old lady spoke out of the blue which made Yoongi discontinue his pace. He turned over his shoulder finding both giving an assuring look. Yoongi wanted to ask something but stopped doing so as both the old lady and the kid was walking away.

August 30th...

"Yoongi, you need to be on time. Don't be late." he hanged up the call and chewed his lollipop nonchalantly. His notebook before him was wide open. Every page contained his works or let's just call a masterpiece that had been stolen from every time he touched the piano keys, Yoongi sighed.

Every single time it made him think over the fact how silly he was. He left his family and his school to be admitted into this Academy. Even he refused to be part of their family business. Just because he followed his heart blindly yet passionately made him go through of being hidden. Unsure of one thing, if chasing something wholeheartedly was a crime. His eyes then dropped on the street, boys around his age was roaming with friends, a scenery of average teenage life, he abandoned this one too.

"Sir, can I have this candy, please?"

"Until your granny pays for this, I'm afraid you can't."

Yoongi looked over his shoulder as the tranquillity inside the store got interrupted. His brows scrunched when he took a better look of the kid standing before the shop counter pleading for a small box of candy.

"Ahjussi..." whined the kid pouting his chubby little face. The shopkeeper ignored him and kept doing his job. Yoongi stood up sliding a hand into his jacket's pocket and trudged himself there.

"Give him the candy box, " Yoongi spoke bluntly to the man.

"And who's paying?" raising a brow the shopkeeper gave Yoongi a look. The pale guy clicked his tongue slipping out the amount of cash on the countertop.

The kid was watching all this, his face held on the blend of amusement and joy. The candy box, he craved for long, was his now. His little chubby face brightened a smile showing his gums. Yoongi, for the first time, felt the warmth in that innocent smile. The gradient of gratitude and rejoice leaked out from that sweet smile. Just when he was about to give the box to the child, both heard a feminine call from the door, "Chang Myeon, what are you doing here alone?"

Yoongi turned to his side only to be welcomed by an old lady whom he recognized in a moment. He bowed to her. The kid ran to her lap, "Hyung bought me this." he giggled naively. The old woman sighed in despair before facing Yoongi, "He must have bothered you. I apologize for him."

"Ah, N-no, It wasn't that. Y-you, don't have to apologize..." staggering, Yoongi tried to persuade the lady. The mannerisms of his responding of a sorry since he never had faced one like this, were so out of practice that he was unsure how to react next. Tension raised making him confused, he just threw a small smile. Between them, Chang Myeon was the only soul gave a look that held the gratitude, curving his puffy lips.

"Hyung, your phone. It's singing." out of the blue blurted little Chang Myeon, eyes got all bulged up. Yoongi blinked before realizing what the little one meant before turning to the gadget that he left on the table he had been seated. One of the raps of Eminem's was set as the phone ringtone that was playing because of the call he got.

He sighed, picking up stuff and bowed to them, "Sorry, I better off now." The old lady also bowed back. The stress on Yoongi's face wasn't left unnoticed to the lady. The boy walked out of the convenience store and hurried to the place where he had to be concealed behind a curtain, for his dream, for the only desire he had grown inside him. On the way, around him, people enjoying the summertime when he was running out of time.

Pace fastened, he frequently checked his wristwatch. Sometimes, it bothered him to think over what he did. Chasing behind something he loves caged him where he had to be hidden for the sake of a piece of paper. He gulped walking into the Academy, seeing the black-suited man shooting death glare at him. The guy that fooled him by signing up the paper, a way to steal his works legally.

"Why are you late, huh?" The guy gritted. Yoongi tried to walk past. The man stopped him, "and where you think you're going?" he held a strong grip on Yoongi's hand, so strong that his veins started to pop up, "You're fired. It's over."

Yoongi bulged up his eyes looking at him, striving hard to believe what he heard. He chewed his dry lips, fist clenched. Rage and anger boiled his blood under the skin, "There's nothing written about this in your shitty contact paper." he muttered in a grave tone.

"So, now what do you want to do? Wanna claim those works of yours. Sorry, but you can't Yoongi. You should've thought before you sign up and-"

"But you fooled me..." before the guy could finish, Yoongi outraged clutching the collar of his shirt, jaw clenched, "...saying this as my career. You trapped me." His pale face was getting red resembling the blend of anger and rage, "Even I left my school and family for this." tears dropped out of his acknowledgement.

In his strong grip, the tall guy gasped yelping for air but Yoongi was out of his senses. He didn't notice the guards coming towards them and before he could do anything, he felt a hit on his shoulder. His sight getting blurred, all his strengths drained down, he fell on his feet. In front of him, every single object seemed to be floating until the guy faced him harshly towards him muttering something he couldn't understand. After being taken away to an abandoned room, he was locked for how long nobody knew.

Hours later when the darkness of evening was replacing the daylight. His half-closed eyes blinked to get a clear vision as he inhaled the air of the storeroom. Around him, all looked so messy and rusty filling with silence. He sat up and scratched his neck where he got the hit. In front of him was his backpack unfolded letting his things-notebook, a lighter, polaroid image-scattered around on the floor.

"What a mess!" his bangs fell while mumbling, "So messy and grey like thickened fog." He clicked his tongue picking the lighter to light up. Once he lit it up, he found an old abandoned piano just beside him. Unknowingly his fingers brushed it, the dust on it swapped away a bit.

"Why are you alone, hmm?" Yoongi's tone softened as he gulped, "You're supposed to create tunes just like me. Look where we're now." a painful grin crossed his lips before shifting his glance towards the notebook fallen on the ground. He bent to pick it up and flicked some pages. Every page consisted of his work that was supposed to be the way to prove himself and to make others heart warm and here, it caused him to get ruined in every aspect. He felt the living hell that urged him to put on fire. And the next moment, a burning flame on the notebook reflected on his irises. The fume slowly made it harder to breathe. Yoongi felt an abrupt jolt in him before falling flat on his back. He, however, tried to stand up with the blurred sight.

Red flame vivid with a spark of fire was burning up his surroundings. He stood in the middle nonchalantly. Tears streaming wasn't his thing ever, the corner of his lips quivered into a grin, a sad one. Maybe this red flame would eat him up entirely from the actual hell he was living. What's the point to escape from here now? Seemed so late to fix.

Letting his eyelids drop-down, he waited, waited to be finished. A smoky flame sizzling around made him recall how he lost his first love, the desire to be something great and to shine like a star. He gulped a few lumps. Fingers on the arranged black and white keys, those sweet rhythmic sounds were buzzing in his memory.

"Yoongi hyung!" shrugging him out of the blue, a soft small palm it was, he could feel on his skin. His sight greeted him a little kid with a pale face and plump cherry lips just beside him. "Would you... like to play with me?" the kid asked smilingly. He raised his little hand.

He was gazing at the kid with a huge wonder inside. Around him, the red flame became steady and the smoke making the sight blurry didn't seem to bother the kid. He was smiling innocently revealing his sweet gummy teeth toward his hyung.

Do Re Mi Fa So La Ti Do~

Shrugging him once again, the rhythm was being played somewhere. He looked around him, a new era where every single thing found burnt except the piano. He moved in at a slow pace. In front of that, the kid was seated, gesturing him to play the instrument. "Let your dream play with the seesaw of rhythm. Shall we?" He gulped, took a seat and touched the key.

The cloud of his mistake being swiped away with the flow of the sound he was creating. Making him realize to fly again rather than just giving up. Smiling, he closed his eyes. As if the piano accompanied with his fingers just to make lullaby, for a peaceful sleep.

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A low sound of beeping and sobbing as well, wires and machinery, pain racking under the skin, all these got Yoongi so confused as he blinked weakly. Uncertain of the fact whether he was in heaven or hell since his sight was greeted with a white ceiling, he just slid the thought just because he didn't care about anything and about to close his eyelids when he heard a cry.

"Halmoni, look. Hyung wakes up." a tone of a kid it was that made Yoongi shrug, immediately turned to his side.

"Ah, Chang Myeonie, don't yell. He'll get scared." the old lady nagged her grandson at which the kid just responded right away by whispering, "Okay, okay... hyung, how are you feeling now?"

Yoongi watched him as a small smile curved the corner of his lips. Never knew this kid, his gummy smile and innocence would be his healer since he visualized him in the middle of the fireplace.

"Hyung... I'm sorry." Chang Myeon with his now reddened face fiddled his fingers, "I should have come earlier to save you." His words made Yoongi frown at him and glanced back at the old lady who also looked worried.

"W-what happened?" Yoongi weakly asked trying to sit but his body was found injured in several areas that caused him to lie down. The lady, however, patted his head to comfort which was out of his likings but he didn't dislike.

"I wouldn't be so concerned if it wasn't Chang Myeon, " the lady then averted her towards his grandson before gazing back, "He followed to the Academy since you departed the store leaving your pen behind on the table."

"How did you... know that I was in that room?" Yoongi's ailing tone sounded like a whisper when he eyed on Chang Myeon who just looked at his granny.

"We were there the whole day. Chang Myeon didn't wanna leave. So we had to wait outside at the park. But we weren't ready for that fire incident. Just when firefighters rescued the area, we found you all unconscious." the old lady mouthed out every single thing at which Yoongi just felt a bit guilty.

Guilty for being trouble that he didn't want to. All he wanted to leave this living hell but got pulled back. Even if in Yoongi's blank demeanour, the lady, however, could have a glimpse of a mixture of emotions in his eyes. Tranquillity dropped. Misery, remorse, complication held him back and made him stop thinking of the next. What's the point of living with pain? Is it even necessary?

"Now maybe undergoing, next can be the opportunity, " The old lady faced the boy who's eyeing towards his burned hand. She sighed, "Yoongi dear, you're still so young. It ain't so easy to give up on your life."

Yoongi inhaled, "What I have then? It's all over, an end. There is no going back-"

"Every ending is a new beginning, Yoongi." she firmly voiced making the pale boy mid-sentence. Yoongi was then staring at the lady, a dazzling teardrop was at the corner of his eye. "Stars are always so dazzling and shining. A sailor, when losses his way in the ocean, takes the assistance of that star and navigate himself to the right path." she paused for giving him a soft smile, "Be that star, Yoongi. Even if you put on a veil, the greatest creation of yours will make it obvious of your love for the passion you hold and will show others the way."

Yoongi just blinked at the explanation she gave. Right then, the lady came off to be his star. The glint of faith she showed might be enough to stand back and walk again the way he chose to. Little Chang Myeon giggled next to his granny watching his hyung smile. The next moment a newspaper was rested on Yoongi's hand, "Read the headlines." Granny told him with excitement.

Yoongi's eyes got wide once he read it and looked towards the lady who was smiling, "That mischief guy got caught and arrested after the incident. The head of the authority paid an apology as all these weren't in their acknowledgement." at this point, Yoongi clicked his tongue but again was a little confused, "But there was a fire. The contract paper, it was supposed to be all burnt out, wasn't it?"

"Yes, there was, but didn't go out of control since the firefighters worked fast on it." The lady explained. "Besides, I told them that you're my hyung so they took action as fast as could." Chang Myeon in his heroic tone reasoned at which Yoongi chuckled. Surely this kid was his healer.

"Yoongi dear, " the old lady squeezed a little his fingers which were less injured, "We should take our leave now. Your family will be here at any moment." Yoongi blinked as his smile faltering.

Being confused, he uttered his next words with shuffle, " Can't you two... just stay here? It's okay if it's trouble..." his gaze swayed back and forth.

"Yoongi hyung, " Chang Myeon softly wrapped his hand before glancing back to his granny. She smiled, "Don't ever think yourself a loner, Yoongi. Stay with the desire, you'll find us there anytime, any moment." she slowly stood, wrapped her hand with grandsons then again smiled, "Stay happy son." with this she turned to walk out. Little Chang Myeon showed his gummy smile before leaving the cabin.

Again, the void was adopted with silence. But Yoongi wasn't feeling alone, a warm smile crept on his lips, knowing he's no longer confined but armoured with love.