A drabble for Hana and asy-taekwoon
It was becoming a small ritual for them.
When the staff forced them out of their rooms to get some air and work on socializing. Taekwoon would always wander around long enough for the staff to stop paying attention to him and then head to the music room, the only place most residents didn’t bother entering or using. Which is how Hana had stumbled on the secret of his hiding place when they wouldn’t let him back in his room.
Most days they would sit in a comfortable silence, enjoying the fruits of outsmarting the staff. Other days Hana would read out loud from books she let him pick out from the armful she would carry in there. And still others would find Taekwoon giving small smiles as Hana picked up on the tiny piano lessons he gave her, getting used to finger placements and such.
And again there were days when Hana walked into the music room in her dance clothing. The first time she did, and Taekwoon noticed her middle exposed by her stop top and the low collar around her shoulders and the skirt the stopped mid-thigh (even though she had leggings on), he tried to put his jacket over her protectively, which only got a giggle out of Hana. She quickly gave him a hug but soon started to bounce excitedly.
“I thought it would be fun to dance to your music. Can we do it? If you want...”
Taekwoon blinked, a little confused at the request, then pointed to her clothes.
“For dancing?” He stuttered out a bit, receiving a nod from Hana before pointing to himself. “To my playing?”
Hana nodded again with a smile. “Can we do it?”
Taekwoon frowned a little, a bit cautious about the idea. “Not enough space.”
“Please? I’ll be really careful!”
She tugged him along to the piano, pushing him to sit down on the bench and pushing chairs out of the way to make room for when she started to move around. She stood still and looked to Taekwoon, her lip jutting out just a bit.
“Pleeeeease, Stitch-oppa?”
Taekwoon jut out his own lip before turning to the piano properly. “For dance princess.” He looked up quickly, pointing an overprotective finger at her. “Careful.”
She nodded, holding out her pinky in an are promise before getting into position and waiting to let Taekwoon’s song guide her. He played from memory, picking something he felt both proud of and thought wouldn’t be hard to dance to. And Hana listened for a beat or two before moving her feet, starting with a couple spins. The notes he had already created lead Hana to choreograph on the spot.
The movements were random but they flowed together with the music as he played. He glanced up every now and then, worried about how this changes in the song affected her steps but Hana wasn’t tripped up as much as either of them would have thought. It was as if she anticipated each musical movement with a complimentary one of her own.
She switched between styles and techniques, using everything she had every learned or practiced. But she stayed in her small area, without doing anything that could have given Taekwoon a heart attack. As the song came to a close, Hana and Taekwoon both began to slow, his fingers on the keys and her feet on the ground until they both stopped, face to face across the piano. Hana’s chest rose and fell as she tried to regain her breath, a wide smile on her face. Taekwoon had a smile on his face, as well, even if it wasn’t as big as hers.
“Another one?” he asked simply.
And Hana nodded, with a childish squeal and bounce back into her dance area. “Please?”
