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Concrete Canvas

Penulis: Sakpase
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The worn piano keys whispered beneath his touch, a melancholic tune swirling through the cramped apartment. Each note was a memory, a sigh of longing, a prayer whispered to a sky choked with city smog. He closed his eyes, the melody carrying him back, back to a time when laughter echoed through these same walls, when calloused hands guided his own, when a gruff voice filled with love spoke of music as a language that could mend a broken heart. "Music, boy," the voice echoed, a bittersweet reminder of dreams passed down and a legacy left to shoulder. "It's a language that speaks to the soul. It can build bridges where words fail." The boy, no longer five but on the cusp of manhood, clung to the memory like a lifeline. He poured his grief, his hope, his dreams into the melody, each note a brushstroke on the concrete canvas of his world. This was his inheritance, his burden, his salvation. He was Marcus Johnson, a son of the Bronx, and this was his symphony.

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We crouch into a fighting stance. Jimin's gaze is steady and staring into mine, and I try my best not to avert my eyes. "START!" Jimin lunges towards me with incredible speed, and I barely side step him. I throw my legs into the air, kicking the backs his knees with both of my pointed feet, and touch the ground with my fingertips to regain balance. He barely stumbles before dropping to the ground and spinning his legs at me. He catches my ankle and I fall hard on my back. He rolls on top of me and gives me a devilish grin inches away from me. Everything else is dark, but with him so close I can clearly see his face, his full lips, straight nose, dark marble eyes and straight dark eyebrows. His warm refreshing scent wafts up my nostrils, like calming scented candles that makes me want to breathe it forever. My eyes widen as he leans even closer to me, his hair falling slightly over his face. "Too easy, huh?" His eyes dance with amusement. I scowl, even though every inch of my skin is prickling with fire and excitement. I hook my leg on his torso and force him to fall back, and I take this small opportunity to flip him onto his back over my shoulder. But I barely manage to do it, even with momentum because dang he's heavy. I stand over him and he lies on the ground, still smirking up at me. What the heck!? I jump onto him and swing him over so he lies on his stomach, and I pin him on the ground with his arms behind his back and my knees pinning his legs down. But something's off-- he doesn't seem to be trying as hard. "C'mon," I growl into his ear, "don't hold back." "Oh really?" He grins at me, laughter in his eyes, and I realize what he's thinking in his perverted mind. I flush deeply and he takes in my flustered state, and uses this to easily push me back, and he swings me up over his shoulder. I gasp, and kick his chest and pound on his back. "Let me go!!" Upside down, I see Vicky jogging towards us. "Alright, alright," she chides lightly, "that's enough. Let the poor girl down." He drops me onto the mats and I roll over into a crouch, glowering at Jimin. Vicky laughs. "Emma's a great fighter, but she seems to be distracted by you a bit." A weird sound escapes my throat. My eyes widen and I see Jimin laughing. I inhale sharply and my breath hitches. Blood roars in my ears and I brush past Vicky, stomping towards the locker rooms. ~~~ Please support me for the BTS contest with your ARMY bombs or votes!! Thank you <3 The cover picture is not mine (obviously hehe)

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