Hybrids and Humans: A BTS Story (AU)

Part 35

*flashback to about 2 years ago*

 "What the hell is this rubbish? Music? Listen up, kid, and listen real good: You are never going to make anything good out of music. You hear me? You're only going to waste our time with this foolishness, and I will not stand by and let you do that!", my stepfather yells as he tears up my lyric journal filled with two years worth of music.

"But-", I started, tears starting to form, but I was cut off. "Focus on your studies instead, young lady, so that you can continue the family business. It's the only way you'd be successful in life. Musician. Ha! Over my dead body."

Angrily, I stormed out of the house in sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt, music blaring through my headphones. I wasn't sure of where I was going, only that I wanted to get as far away from my stepfather as possible. Oh why did my mom choose HIM of all people to remarry? Dad would never have allowed for this to happen if he were here...

I ended up in an empty parking lot, not entirely sure of how I got there. But, I was alone, and there didn't seem to be anyone around for miles, so I just sat down at the sidewalk, quietly sobbing over my pathetic predicament.

Turns out my assumption that no one else was around was mistaken.

"Melody?"

I looked up from the road. "Yugyeom?"

He only nodded, before taking a seat to my left. "How'd you find me?", I asked him.

"I was in the area. What brought you here to begin with?"

"It's kind of a long story..."

"That's okay. I've got all the time in the world if it means I can make sure you're alright."

I playfully shoved him. 

"You're so cheesy", I said. But I told him anyway. He simply listened, nodding along to everything I was saying, occasionally responding with outbursts of anger. When I finished, he simply patted my back. 

"Hey. I think I get it. This could've been your big break, and your stepfather ruined it for you. I'd be mad too, in all honesty. I'm really sorry this happened to you, Mel. Hopefully, you'll get another chance in the future." Then his face lit up. "Any chance you can call the studio to say you've changed you're mind about declining?"

"Sadly, no. It was a one and done opportunity. I'll never get that one back", I told him. His face fell into a sad expression again. "But there's always other studios. My concern is my journal."

"We can always make new ones. I know they won't replace the old ones though..."

After a moment of silence, he finally spoke up again. "How about this: re-write the ones you remember and make new ones for the ones you can't."

I nodded. "That could work. We could try that."

"Cool. Tell you what, want to get ice cream on the way home?"

I accepted, and off we went. But despite his advice, I never did re-write those songs, nor did I ever make new ones. I tried once in a blue moon, but every time I did either it didn't sound right or the new lyrics joined the old ripped up ones after my stepfather found them.

Still, we'd go here at least once a month to get away from the bad in our lives and just be us for a little while. Neither of us told anyone else about this place. It was abandoned and random, but it was ours.

*present day*

"So why this place?", I asked after a moment of silence.

With little hesitation, he responded. "Because this was the place where I realized I had fallen for you".

"Really?"

"Yeah. When we both first found this place."

I gave him a funny look. "You mean when my stepfather squashed my music career and I was crying my eyes out?"

"I mean yeah, but it lead us to finding this little area, where we could be ourselves with no one to judge us. I'm not exactly sure what it is about that day nor about this place that's so appealing, but it is. And it's ours". Then he grabbed the marshmallows from the bag. "Now are we going to roast the marshmallows at that random fireplace or what?"

I nodded, before asking, "How much time do we have before we have to get back?"

He checked the time on his phone, noticing that we had about ten minutes before lunch ended. "Eh, neither of us have a fifth period anyway so it doesn't really matter", he responds. 

With that, we head over to this little mini abandoned fireplace by the parking lot, grocery bags in hand, as we lit a fire and placed our marshmallows on some skewers. 

"We should've brought hot dogs too", I stated.

"Who said we didn't?", he responds before pulling out a small package of hot dogs. "I figured you'd want some, so here."

So the two of us sat there and had hot dogs and smores for lunch, talking about anything and everything we could think of.

"Should we start heading back now? We've got about ten minutes left before the period ends", I tell him.

He nods. "Yeah, let's start heading back. Hey, we should do this again sometime."

"Yeah".

With that, we drove back to school in a comfortable silence. 

"So, I'll see you after school?", he asks.

"Sure, but I can't stay long, I think Mina wants me to come with her to go get Hansol at the airport later. You can come with us, if you want."

"Hmm, why not? It's been a while since I've seen the guy. Promise you're not going to end a friendship with Mina over him again?"

I shoved him. "Promise", I responded. "I have you now."

That seemed to satisfy him, so we went our separate ways as our sixth period began.

This is kind of just filler shit before we get to the interesting shit, just to let you know :)