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Until The End Of Time

𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓— 🎶

— ❝There's a legend coming and going
In the stars destiny was written
Was a God fearful and loving
To live for the one day he would lighten
But in exile he be living
In the Moon where seen often
Beware of the God for he'd been indisposed
For his powers had been compressed
Until a love that stars had not written
Felt a surge for power to be arisen
One who held his powers had released
If not powerful enough to be wisely driven
Death will be inevitable in symphony of chaos to be unleashed ❞

Tonight was just like any other night of autumn. His blonde dyed locks were mostly covered with a black beanie and the cold numbed the tips of his fingers but he didn't really mind it. This was his passion and he treasured every single second of it. He had tuned, settled and plugged his black Martin DX Johnny Cash Acoustic-Electric guitar to his portable speakers. The area was comfortable to play and he had a seat he could use if his legs began to tire out. There was a microphone stand, also connected to his speakers and he silently began giving it some tests by clicking his fingers. The sound was great, not too high to disturb bystander but not too quiet to be ignored.

Then, he smiled to himself while eyeing the already gathering crowds of girls. He loved the attention given to him. As a musician, he felt appreciated and content with their smiles as soon as he began to play. His good looks always attracted others but his voice and hands captivated them. It was unfortunate how he wasn't scouted by any entertainment companies and he was already at the age of 23.

"I'm here for you, Jimin."

The man had oh-so-quietly heard a voice whisper to him. Maybe it was the wind because there wasn't anyone beside him. He wouldn't lie and say he wasn't scared the heck out of him because he was. But even so, he began to play. His fingers adjusted to the strings and he began to play a C chord.

Jimin's lips almost met the microphone but with slow and soft movements in accordance to his fingers playing the strings. He began to sing, tone completely synchronizing with the tone of the chords. Soft and celestial, a match made in heaven.

🎶"I modeun geon uyeoni anya..."🎶

Followrd by a G chord.

🎶"Geunyang geunyang naui neukkimeuro..."🎶

There was a sudden spark flowing within his heart. He didn't understand why. A small crowd already gathered in front of him. Within them, his eyes briefly gazed upon a pair of brown doe eyes. He felt small under them. Out of at least twelve pairs of eyes, their gaze created this nervous sensation within his soul for unknown reasons. Nevertheless, he continued to play, to sing, to have fun while realizing his passion. He enjoyed the thrill of performing. Money was placed upon the extra opened case of another one of his guitars. Perhaps he could grab 3 cups of ramyeon near the Antiques' Store down 7 blocks from here.