After Hours I Minsung

Prettiest when you smile

He isn't sure what he did in his past life; If he was a murderer, tyrant, or if he kicked puppies. Jisung must have done something messed up in his past to get assigned with this. The idea of having to write two songs and perform each at different times? Nightmare. A total fucking nightmare. The student messes up his hair in frustration, about damn ready to snatch his pencil.

Taking a deep breath, Jisung roughly sets it down. He grabs the neck of his guitar and begins to strum a melody. It begins to fill the room, calming him down a bit. Jisung starts to sing. Softly at first but it grows louder in rhythm with the song in mind. He closes his eyes to concentrate on his playing and singing equally. One of his favorite songs lately, "We don't talk anymore".

As soon as the song ends, Jisung opens his eyes and lets his head fall back. "Crap," He groans.

"You play guitar...and you sing?"

Jisung jumps a little and turns to look at the entrance of the music room. Minho stands in the doorway, clutching some books to his chest. He nods a little. "I learned in middle school." How long were you standing there?"

"The whole song...I apologize." Jisung just shakes his head. The dancer takes a step forward, eyeing the pen and paper beside him. "What were you doing?"

"Oh...well, in a week and at the end of the year, to pass my music class, I have to write and perform two songs I wrote."

"You have to write all of it? Both lyrics and instrumental?"

"Yeah," Jisung sighs. "I don't know what to write about...they expect me to perform this crap in front of other students and their parents."

"I hear love is a popular choice nowadays."

Jisung scoffs. "Love songs?" he shakes his head as he taps the neck of his guitar. "I don't know a thing about that..."

Minho glances at the chair nearby and motions to it. When Jisung nods, he takes a seat. "Have you never experienced that?"

The student shrugs as he begins to soft strum some random note. "I was too busy and preoccupied with other stuff."

"Such as...?"

Jisung goes silent, swallowing hard as he keeps playing. It's a gentle tune that fills the room. "Trying to impress people who didn't give a crap."

Minho leans back in the chair and crosses his legs. "Crushes?"

"My parents."

"Ah..."

"Not that it ever fucking got me anywhere, "He mumbles. When Minho doesn't say anything, he glances up. The dancer stares at him with a strange look in his eyes ."S-sorry, I shouldn't..sorry..."

The older boy shakes his head and stands. "I think it's time you took a break."

"No."

"How long have you been here?"

"Since class ended."

"And that was how long ago?"

"...Four hours ago."

"Ah-ha." Minho reaches over and closes Jisung's notebook. "Come on. You're not doing your brain any favors right now."

Jisung lets out a sigh as he rubs the back of his neck. "Yeah, okay." He sets his guitar back in its case and begins packing up his bag. "Let me just drop my stuff off at the dorm." Minho silently nods before they make their way out and into the hall. The student looks down at his phone and mumbles.