even before jongin could stand on his own two feet, his mother had always said he had a talent with his hands.

child prodigy, she’d say.

“you’ll be a great pianist someday,” she would tell him, and anyone else who would listen. “just like your father.”

just like your father.

those are some pretty big shoes to fill.

especially if your father happens to be a world renown pianist who receives invitations from the queen of england to perform concerts at her private parties.

and has won countless awards, all proudly showcased in the room beside the front hall, covereing every inch of shelf and cabinet space from ceiling to floor.

so even at this very young age, jongin had learned the pressures of expectations, the stresses of upholding to the family name and carry on the legacy built up by his father, and his father’s father before him.

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