the piano room

170410 Fansign Events:

- Bambam said hes gonna get a tattoo later on that he cant get it right now cuz of a commercial contract

Yugyeom said his fav character from Teletubbies is Laa Laa

Jinyoung said that there was lots of NG for the scene that he cussed in Nunbal cuz he doesn’t cuss usually. Mark said Jinyoung cussed well.

JB said that Nora and Coco never met each other

- Fan: Bambam dont pierce ur eyebrow.  BB: I won’t but I want one more on the ear. And when its around 7th year after debuting probably get another piercing on either the nose or the lips.

- Jinyoung: It seems like ppl are worried that Magic School will be like Dream Knight but it’s not something thats cringy

Jinyoung said his fav is Tinky Winky from Teletubbies

- When fan asked out of the items u bought recently what is the item that u think u bought well? Youngjae: Piano. Piano is in my room

- Fan: I like ur rap from Yamaha CF Bambam: Yamaha song is a YG song and even the MV is done by YG and I even went to YG to record the song

- Fan asked Mark if theres anything thats uncomfortable using the room by himself Mark: it’s really really comfortable. It’s so nice that no one comes barging in the room middle of the night

- Fan asked JB who he likes more 2Pac or Notorious B.I.G. JB: wow… how can i choose? Its like who you like better mom or dad i cant choose

- Favorite action movie that Jinyoung watched lately is John Wick

translation

Just reminding yall that the T in Taeil stands for TSOP SLEEPING ON MOON FCKING TAEIL THE KING OF VOCALS, KING OF HAVING HIS OWN OST EVEN BEFORE DEBUTING, KING OF RECEIVING PUNISHMENTS AND GETTING HIS HEAD SHAVED BC HE DOESN’T FOLLOW SCHOOL RULES, KING OF CHOOSING HIS DREAM TO DEBUT IN NCT THAN GO TO UNI, KING PLAYING PIANO IN JOHNNY’S ROOM WITH CLOTHES OFF, KING OF PUSHING YOU OUT OF HIS WAY, KING OF SLAYING EVERYONE’S ASSES KING OF

The Woodcarver’s Magic

The isolation of village life suited the woodcarver. Whirring in tune and whittling with intricate choreography, timber of the forest sang under the guidance of his enchanted hands. In a small hut just large enough to house his great works, he created arrivals and departures, gates and exoduses. Doors of all possibilities were fashioned in that sacred place.

His refusal to take on more than one order at a time was either genius marketing or eccentricity. He spoke with each customer personally and shook their hand, often holding it for longer than was socially polite. Some said he was a palm reader of sorts, and knew what style of door to make for each person based on the way their hand fit in his.

The cost was exorbitant. But workmanship this exquisite and rare was worth it for those of means. Which meant that for some, it was only a status symbol used to flaunt their wealth. For them, the woodcarver often created the simplest of doors. A hint, perhaps, but they generally didn’t comprehend. For others, the door they wanted was a way to close off—to hide. So the carver built them an escape route.  And for a rather small minority, the carver crafted a portal. Where it would lead, was up to them.

Which of those character types applied to the woodcarver’s latest customer was yet to be seen.

The aperture in the third corridor off the main hall was unique. Occasionally, the lord thought the builder of his home had deliberately made this particular opening off kilter just to toy with him. The dimensions were slightly off from the rest of the structures in this wing or any other and necessitated a custom closure. The lord spent many hours searching for the one who could satisfy the particulars of this opening until he heard of the artist in the forest.

The carver’s door fit the open space perfectly. Not a breath could pass between hinge and wood. It was smooth and silent, keeping the room beyond separate from the rest of the great house. Visitors to the lord’s home might think a great secret was beyond the solidity of wood. In truth, the lord just wanted an imposing entrance so as to dissuade the sometimes unruly staff and meddlesome guests from tinkering with his ivory instrument. His plan worked. Wary of enchantments, the staff walked on the other side of the hallway, as far from the door as they could get.

Except for the girl. His ward was often impertinent and did as she pleased.

When she thought no one was looking, she would trace the elaborate design with her fingers, over and over again, an expression of concentrated curiosity beautifying her ever-present grin into a wondrous smile.

The staff thought it strange. She was strange and they called her nosy. She preferred the term inquisitive. Nevertheless, the lord indulged and gave her free reign of his house. She explored unencumbered. But this room, she did not enter. This door, she did not pass through. She seemed content to search its secrets with her palms, as though she were blind.

Perhaps she had been. For a while. So now, she observed with her other senses. Weighed and measured her thoughts. And she felt with her mind as well as her heart. Perceiving more than was visible, her previous volatility was somewhat subdued and the staff couldn’t quite figure her out.

The lord had taken her with him when he met the woodcarver and the artisan shook her hand as well as the lord’s. While their fingers touched, he asked if she knew where the lord desired to put the door. A squeeze of his fingers was her response.

Her knowledge came from hearing. Beyond the door, the expansive room held only a piano. A grand one, to be sure, but that was all. And only the lord was allowed to play.

When the lord was at the keys, she would sometimes sit in the hall. Other times, she would lie down, dreaming. But, usually, she would dance, occasionally touching the design.

The lord on one side of the enchanted door, the girl on the other. Harmony.

~ LKT

okay but like, i am so excited to see their new place….i hope phil gets his garden, dan gets his new piano and big room, they get a backyard with sunshine, and the place has air conditioning, and they make friends with their neighbors and have plenty of space for a dog, better storage areas (multiple levels??), a new larger gaming room with lots of new places for phil’s houseplants, a big kitchen where they could bake together & have cabinet doors that automatically close for phil, and no glass doors so they won’t bang around anymore, a high coffee table for their long bodies, and just a place they both love that feels like home for the next several years of their lives

One Last Time (Smut)

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Requested. Piano sex. Not sure how I feel about this, might delete it again.

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One Last Time (Smut)

You were pulled out of your blurry sleep, when the small yet beautiful tones from the piano in the living room rung in your ears. Pushing yourself up with your elbows, you gazed over at your phone on the bedside table.

4 am.

He was home again. It wasn’t that you expected Shawn to be lying next to you, honestly, you didn’t think he’d come back tonight.

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