Diamond : Choi Youngjae

Diamond

I watched the singing male who was leaning against the trunk of the tree with his eyes closed and headphones covering his ears. He sang loudly, but not too loud that everyone could hear him. Just enough so that he could still hear himself over the volume of his music. And I heard him, too.

He sat there, singing, not minding the people who walked around him.

Glancing at him every few seconds, the pencil in my hand moved quickly, tracing his gentle features onto paper while listening to his beautiful voice. Every so often, my hand would stop moving whenever he would sing louder whenever he got to a higher part of the song.

I am an artist. I draw the people around me, and this year, he was my muse. I chose to draw him. I liked drawing him on paper. He had delicate features, complicated to draw but worth it if you did. He was beautiful, like an angel.

But then, the bell rang and he opened his eyes and stopped singing, tapping his smartphone and taking off his headphones. So did I. I stopped drawing and closed my sketchbook, carefully returning it inside my bag, not wanting to crumple a page or accidentally fold it.

I stayed there, letting the people who were rushing to get to class go first as I watched him. Call me a stalker, but believe me, I'm not. I am a mere art student who wanted to get inspiration. And my inspiration is here.

No, we never talked. We were neighbors, believe it or not, our windows were right across from each other's, making it even easier for me to draw him, but we never spoke even one word to one another, passing by each other's houses every morning and every afternoon, but never speaking. Never greeting each other, just walking by one another as if the other didn't exist.

But of course, he existed. He was my muse. At night, when he sat on his bed, poring over textbooks and doing his homework, I would silently watch him through mine and his open window. He would rarely play his music loud, but when he did, it was only because he didn't have his headphones with him.

And now, he was getting up, brushing off his black jeans and slinging his bag over his shoulder. I got up, too, and I went first before him. I still had to get to my class, but him... He usually hung around there for a while, waiting for everyone else to go first before he did.

We had different majors, mine was art and his was theatre, but during break, I'd see him around. Always on that same spot every day, sitting under the tree with his headphones on, blasting music in his ears.

He was the type of guy who was silent, almost never having anyone around him, but still, girls liked him. They would go and try to talk to him, only to be ignored. Guys would look at him in envy, since most girls liked him, and they were annoyed with him for not noticing the girls who would try to confess their feelings to him.

The few times I would hear him talk, I listened to his voice, not to the conversation. His voice was quiet and soft, unlike the voice he had when he was singing, which was loud and clear. At times, when I guessed that his favorite song was playing, he would smile. He had a beautiful eye smile.

I headed off to my classroom first, going on before him, holding my bag with one hand and my phone in the other as I typed with one hand a reply to my friend who was absent that day because of a fever.

I looked back once and I saw him behind me. Not right behind me, but around ten meters behind, headphones around his neck and his head lowered.

People would nickname him as a 'diamond' and I could understand why. He was beautiful, like a diamond, but he was hard to be friends with according to most. It was hard to break through his shell with which he hid himself for years since high school. Again, a diamond. A diamond was a precious gem which is extremely difficult to break. Just like him.

He was Choi Youngjae, my muse.

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I'm back with another story! Yeah, I know I still have a few others but I just couldn't help but post this. I got this idea a few days ago and I really liked it so I typed it and now I'm posting it ^^ The main here is GOT7's power vocal Choi Youngjae (since there are really few Youngjae stories and I'm sad about that ㅠㅠ of course because I love him - though not as much as I love BamBam XD)
Hope you read this and enjoy this story ^^ Especially you I GOT7 who are Youngjae biased ~