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Three years had passed since the day Pio walked into the church in the Czech countryside and found Jeongyo conducting the children’s choir. In that time, the two of them had made a home. It was a farmhouse of old stone and weathered timber, set at the edge of a village where the church bell kept the hours more faithfully than any clock. Pio had chosen it in a single afternoon, walking through the rooms with the unhurried gaze of someone who had never had to ask the price of anything. Jeongyo had not needed a second look. He would have agreed to a tent in a field if Pio had stood in the doorway of it with that bright, certain face. There was a piano room with tall windows that caught the morning light. In it stood the grand Yamaha, the one Jeongyo had bought back for Pio and shipped all the way from Korea. There were two studies. Jeongyo’s was filled with his mother’s scores, brought home from the practice room in Nakwon Arcade. Pio’s was lined floor to ceiling with his books. There was a closet specifically for Pio, because he was incapable of owning fewer than forty coats. There was a living room with a sofa deep enough to sink into, where they watched old films and listened to piano performances, Pio’s head on Jeongyo’s shoulder. And at the end of the upstairs hall, behind a heavy door, was the bedroom. It was enormous, and beside it was a storage room whose contents would have made a stranger blush and a locksmith weep. No one who saw Kang Pio at seventeen, twenty-seven or thirty would ever have guessed it. He was the picture of a young master, with a beautiful, composed face, a straight back, immaculate cuffs and an impeccably refined manner. But there was a secret under all that polish, and it was that Pio was a little bit crazy behind that door. He was creative beyond all decency, fierce, adventurous and tenacious, and extremely particular about what he wanted. He brought to love the same fierce discipline he had once brought to Schumann, and he never did anything halfway, with class or nothing at all. Jeongyo, who had survived a great deal in his life, had never been so thoroughly outmatched. The young master the world saw and the monster in the bedroom were one and the same, and it was the contrast, more than anything, that Jeongyo loved. It had not always been so. Their first night in the farmhouse, it was Jeongyo who led. He had to. For the first thirty years of his life Pio had known exactly two things: how to practice, and how to search for Jeongyo. He had never watched a film that wasn’t about music. Every free hour had gone to the piano or to finding where Jeongyo had gone. When he sat on the edge of the bed that night, hands resting on his knees as if waiting for a cue, Jeongyo almost laughed. “You can relax,” Jeongyo said gently. “It isn’t a concerto.” “I know,” Pio said, with great dignity, and did not relax at all. He wasn’t afraid. What Jeongyo saw in his face was desire, but a very pure kind, undisguised and unashamed. It was the same look Pio had worn years ago at the piano, when they played four hands and his eyes kept drifting from the keys to the person beside him, like a child at a sweet shop window, wide-eyed and sure the glass would somehow open. In that way he was exactly like his beloved Shin-chan, a little shameless and a little ridiculous, with a heart so innocent it made the shamelessness impossible to resent. Jeongyo took his hand first, the right one, and turned it over. He was thinking of the recording three years back, and the long day he could not forget. He had made Pio play the same Nemesis twenty-seven times, more than seven hours in all, until Pio’s fingers were swollen and burning and would not obey him anymore. Pio had never once asked him to stop. Jeongyo pressed his lips to each fingertip in turn, slowly, as if he could kiss the memory out of them. “I’m sorry,” he said against Pio’s knuckles. “For all twenty-seven takes.” Pio looked at him #포핸즈 #FourHandsTwoSonatas

#송강 #SongKang #ソンガン #PLAY_SONGKANG

261112 #SongKang Fanmeeting <Play, Song Kang> In Tokyo Day 1 Q. If you only had one day left to live, what would you do? 🐶: I think I'd eat yakiniku with all the Songpyeons… And for dessert, what’s it called… yellow melon 🍈💛 cr. ssimo_h #송강

ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ처연수와 아방수를 1초만에 넘나드네

he was ALL over pio back in the day

송강, 브이로 출국길 접수한 송강아지🐶 배우 송강이 일본 팬미팅 참석을 위해 11일 출국했습니다. 지난해 전역 이후 약 1년 만에 일본 팬들과 다시 만나는 자리인데요. ddak.mag / IG #송강 #SongKang #ソンガン #PLAY_SONGKANG

So apparently the writer has said : to jeongyo Pio is like a mother , father , son , boyfriend & wife all rolled into one . And I personally think this scene is a great example of this statement . But I also think Jeongyo also behaves like towards Pio too . #jeongpio

holy visuals

기타치는 남자 팔뚝이 너무 화나잇어요 . . 😁😁