Something So Beautiful | A Nijiro Murakami Fanfiction

- eleven

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I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT WE ARE FINALLY DOING IT. I just contacted my brother and told him about the song collaboration. Of course, they are as eager as I am. I saw the song collaboration on the list I was allowed to do here in Japan. I immediately thought about the 5WIRL.

We planned to talk about it in person next week since the producers and the director have given us a week for a break.

"What are you idling about in here?"

I am not surprised anymore when Nijiro appeared beside me out of a sudden. As always, he sat down in the empty space beside me, "So, what are you doing in here? The sun is almost on its peak."

He asked since I am currently sitting on the stairs in front of our accommodation. I don't feel like staying inside of our room since I have no training for today after Karasuma-san dismissed us since we finished the lesson. I already called my brother and talked about the collaboration.

To make it short, I have nothing to do.

"I am trying to count the leaves of this bush,"

"So you have nothing to do?" he guessed and I nodded. I pushed the same question to him, "How about you? What are you doing in here?"

"I have nothing to do."

"Poor you,"

"Keep it to yourself." he said and nudged his elbow to my shoulder, "Are you bored?" I nodded.

I looked at him and saw that he seemed to be thinking of something we can do. His face lights up indicating that he thought of something.

"Follow me."

He said and I obeyed, curious on where he will be taking me. We enter back to our accommodation, but instead of going upstairs. He walk straight ahead.

I never really had a chance to look around inside of the accommodation. But I already check outside of the accommodation.

He stop in front of a room and he entered.

"Alright," I heard him said in a happy tone that made me curious and entered as well.

I gasp seeing that the room is actually like a music studio.

"I found this a week ago while you are scheduled for filming. I asked the owner if we are allowed to use the room and they gave us permission." he said to me grabbing, "Do you know how to play?"

"I learned a bit from my brother," I responded.

"Then, you suggest a song."

"Pardon?"

He did not repeat what he said. Instead, he grab the guitar and sat down on the free seat. He looked at me and waited for me to speak.

"What exactly are we going to do?" I asked confirming my thoughts. He slightly raised the guitar and replied, "Let's sing."

It took me a few minutes before I understood fully what he meant. I pulled a chair and sat down across him.

"What song should we do?" I asked.

"English? Japanese, or Korean?" he then asked.

"Hmm, What do you prefer?" I asked.

"Then, do you know California by the Rose?"

"Oh! From that Korean band?" He nodded, "I know that."

"Then let's do that."

He started strumming the guitar. The way he skillfully play it actually surprised me. I could feel a smile appearing on my face as I let the groove take me. I even closed my eyes when my turn is coming.