Fearless (Hyunjin Centric)

Chapter One: A Siren and a Gang Walk into a Bar. . .

Siren's get a bad rep. Sure, they are known for seducing sailors to their deaths, but that one little technicality blinds everyone to their talent. Sirens are more than just killing machines. They're mysterious creatures who are able to make someone lose common sense simply with their voice.

But at the end of the day, sirens are just myths. Fictional creatures made to be the evil cousin of the mermaid. And we all know the mermaid is just a sex toy for horny sailors. Maybe sirens are just mermaids who are tired of being objectified. Whatever they are, the one universal thing many seem to agree upon is the notion that they aren't real.

That didn't stop the patrons of the bar to silence as a man began to sing. The once rowdy bar stilled within a matter of moments, all eyes focusing on the lone man singing his heart out on stage. The song seemed sad and slow, though it slowly picked up pace after the first couple of bars. The man's voice carried well over the large room, filled with slight desperation and fear, matching the words and melody of the song.

"I'm scared of what's inside my head

What's inside my soul

I feel like I'm running

But getting nowhere

Fear is suffocating me

I can't breath

The poison is killing me

Taking over"

His voice was light and heavenly, and many were shocked to see it didn't match his appearance. Sure, he had soft, nearly female facial features, but that was where it ended. The man stood at around 6"1 with clear muscle definition, though it wasn't overbearing. Very similar to a swimmer or dancer's body.

His hair appeared to be long, though it was hard to tell just how long seeing as how he wore it in a bun. That revealed the rose tattoo on his neck, and you could faintly see ink on his forearm as well thanks to the thin white button up and the spotlight that illuminated the stage. His pale skin seemed to glow in the light, much like his dyed platinum blonde hair. Slim fingers clutched the microphone, showing off the black nail polish he wore. His ears were pierced, and his focused gray eyes seemed to slice through anyone who met his gaze.

Despite the obvious difference between the tone of the song and the singer's appearance, the man was clearly absorbed in his performance, filling every note with an emotion that perfectly fit the words. It was hard for the onlookers to not get absorbed as well, and his performance ended all too quickly.

A small feeling of disappointment filled the room as he put the microphone back and walked off stage, though the bar quickly began to fill with small talk and laughter.

The man, otherwise known as Hyunjin, smiled slightly as a feeling of pride washed through him at another performance well done.

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~Hyunjin's POV~

I walked off stage and headed over to the small back area hidden behind the wall, pleased to see the man I was looking for. I've been singing at this bar for a couple of years now, and though I have other gigs in other areas, I always was fond of this place as the owner never hesitated to pay me in full. Plenty of other places would ask for a discount, claiming I wasn't good enough despite the crowd's approval. I never go back to places like that, because why would I spend my time dealing with someone who tries to wriggle out of pay?

But the owner of this place, Frankie, never once did that. In fact, he often collects tips for me during the show which I always appreciate. He's also just a very kind man, and I enjoy working with him.