Chaeyoung put out her black tank top, a black jeans pant and a washed denim jacket on top, something basic, something that everyone wore. She just wanted to blend in the crowd, not stand out. Her belonging to a different race made her feel like an outsider in a foreign country.
She changed everything she could, just to blend in the crowd. She dyed her black hair blonde, even though her friends had always complimented her hair. She named herself Roseanne, she acted like she didn't know any Chaeyoung. Changing these little things made her feel that she did belong there, in Australia, with the crowd.
She took her shoulder bag and went out to the party she was invited to. It wasn't a grand club, but rather a small and crowded one. The lights flickering to create a party atmosphere, they tried but according to her it didn't work. Something was missing. The party was lifeless and she there sitting was becoming one.
And like those scenes in movies, where the male lead enters and flowers bloom, bird chirps, leaves rustle and just like the spring comes. It was exactly the same when a boy band of four took over the stage, except they brought life to the party.
One boy in particular caught her, maybe because of his choice of clothes. A bright yellow tank shirt tucked in a black denim with the belt hanging out. He stood out, he looked proud to be who he was. She felt a weird sense of jealousy over his confidence. He didn't want to blend in the crowd, he made the crowd his. He was even singing in Korean, to which she lip synced but never sang out loud.
She was too into the music that she didn't notice the side glances from the singer itself. And when she finally is back into senses, their eyes meet for a fraction of seconds and he sends her a smile. A smile that is not flirty but friendly, and it melts her heart.
Probably she should start getting used to as Chaeyoung
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Exopink Drabbles And Short Stories
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