Wendy And Boys
Melody (1)

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Melody

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Mellifluous chants flow beautifully in tune with this happy day~

Temple by verse song sheets compete to greet the hearts of the creatures who were hit by a happy slap to see a pair of brides standing on the altar.

They seemed to enjoy every beautiful song that was being played by a famous pianist.

The fingers of the fingers also continue to clash with musical instruments that he played to add to the shahdu of this sacred event.

From those tones I began to know you a very valuable person in my life.saranghae Wendy-ya~

Nado saranghae Yoongi oppa~

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Hi my name is Son Seungwan, but it's usually called Wendy.

I was born in February. More precisely on the 21st day of the month, if for 1994. Mm. I want to share a story..

Do you want to know what my story is like?

My story is too ordinary, but..

After I met him, someone who changed everything. Someone who has thought I exist, filled my day and also loved me for who I am until this very moment.

I too, on the contrary, so loved the person who had given me the beautiful breath of life.

He is MIN YOONGI.

My story and he started from a beautiful tone that He introduced to me~

Did I start from the beginning?

All right. I started from the beginning..

My meeting with him was when I heard the beautiful piano chanting inside a small orphanage on the outskirts of town.

The children of the home look enthusiastic to hear and admire the piano player. Likewise with me who began to move my tiny legs towards the crowd but not too close.

Song by song he played beautifully to the point that it struck me and did not feel like releasing the lion doll I was holding. So beautiful the game is like bewitching all the inhabitants of this orphanage including myself.

"Cha is done" said the piano player after finishing the last song he played. The sound of applause from Han's children and aunt echoed in admiration for his beautiful game.

"Hey sweet boy come here"

Who does he mean sweet boy?

"Why silence?"

What did the piano player call me? Why is he pointing at me?

"Saya?" Show me my own driku.

"Who else are you standing there"

I looked to my right and left a little timidly and rightly and there was only myself here standing beside this old wooden door.

Because of shame I just scratched my head and took the Olaf doll that I accidentally dropped earlier and walked up to him. I saw the other kids looking at me with envy.

What wrong? Is it because I was summoned by the mysterious piano player? I don't know..

"You're so sweet, son, what's your name?"

I don't know why I felt my cheeks warm up to hear his call. Uhh don't tell me that there are fresh tomatoes now nesting there.

"Uhhh so cute that I want to eat"

Yakk. what's the reason why he pinched my cheek.

"I repeat what is your name, sweet boy?"

This guy how the hell? How would I answer if he had been playing with my cheek ever since. I also boldly glared at him.

"Ahahaha I'm sorry you asked for a fight anyway"

Huhh finally it hands back to its place as well.

"Include the name of Caya Wendy imnida"

"Ahahahhaa is so cute that you're still cedal ahahaha"

Indeed why if it is still basic. I also pinched my lips.

"Don't pout little sister sorry ne hehe how old are you?"

"Enyam year"

"Well then you should call me oppa"

"Oppa is 15 years old"

"Ish oppa don't follow me"

"Hahaha sorry sorry"

Wahh apparently oppa piano player is still young also only 9 years with me. And again when viewed from close to his face is also very handsome ehh speaking what the hell I am.

"Wanna play piano together?"

"I'm not bica oppa"

"Later oppa ajarin"

"Cinca?"

"Ne jinja"

"Telimakacih oppa"

I explained my happiness by hugging him tightly no matter if he would be short of breath and I just kept saying thank you again and again.

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🎵🎵🎵

For the first time since I've lived in an orphanage I feel this happy. Because I'm just a disabled boy who dumped his own family in an orphanage.

At least that's what I know from Aunt Han who told me how I was in an orphanage.

Well. I'm just a handicapped kid who was dumped by my own biological parents.My feet are limping next door and it feels very hard to walk. Everyone looked at me with one eye, no one wanted to be friends with me even they often insulted me.

But..

Finally someone wanted to accept me. Invite me to meet. Be my friend. taught me to play the piano.

He was the piano player Min Yoon oppa.

Yoongi oppa stayed at our orphanage for a month. And that one month he spent with me alone to make the other kids jealous.

I don't know. Why would He accept me? When I asked him he replied that I was different from the others. Different in what way? Is it because I'm disabled? But it doesn't seem like he's so sincere and kind to me. He patiently taught me to play the piano until within a month I was arguably proficient at playing the piano.

But that day came when he returned to his family. Yoongi oppa stayed here because of her family's stay abroad. Instead of getting tired of staying at home so he decided to stay at the parlor so the story goes.

Yoon-gi-oppa promised to come see me often and I believed her.

Weeks changed months to months changed years he never once visited us in the parlour.

I miss him so much. But what my day is is just someone with a disability. She must be embarrassed to see me again.

But fate says otherwise, me and Yoon-gi oppa were reunited after 12 years.

More precisely when I set foot in Seoul University as a freshman. I got a scholarship and could go there.

Of course for me who is disabled is very difficult to get the scholarship, it takes a struggle that is not small. I have to keep learning to make my grades perfect. And also because my expertise in playing the piano is also a plus.

I met him there. Our eyesight implied a deep longing for each other, but did he still recognize me?

His face was still as truly handsome as before not the slightest change just that his body was growing tall and large.

"Wendy" he said, hugging me tightly as if I were his precious possession.

"Yoongi oppa"

I also returned his embrace was not less tight. I was so happy that I didn't feel like a clear circle racing down my face.

I felt the body of Yoon-gi oppa tremble in my arms. She was crying too. Well it seems he was also crying without making a sound.

He let go of her hug and looked at my face with haru. I saw his wet face with the same crystal as me.

His outstretched hand rubbed my tears gently without saying a word. We looked at each other's faces with feelings that were hard to interpret. My hands also wiped her tears.

"Oppa ak-" my lips are gently covered by her index finger.

"Stt I know I'm sorry .. I miss you more Wendy"

"Neomu neomu bogoshipoyo"

It's strange to hear him say it makes my tears even louder.

"Uljima ne uljima Wendy - yes"

She told me to stop crying but she herself was still in tears.

Yoon-gi oppa finally brought me back into her warm embrace. And we cry together.

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Seriate..