"Do you have a minute?" MINSUNG

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might be a tiny chapter but it's basically just hans week before moving to the city

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I was walking down the busiest street in my hometown. It's starting to get brisk out as it's starting to become autumn and the leaves are slowly falling off of trees and bushes. One day they'll be dry enough when you step on them, they crunch and make a satisfying sound.

As I reach my post office for my mail, I remember I was getting my official house papers, with my insurance and stuff. Soon, I was moving to a city miles away from my town I've grown up in. I'm looking for more musical opportunities because i've studied it all my life.

It was hard enough to find a house in a big city with actual affordable rent. It's crazy these days! I puff out air, being able to see my breath I start walking faster.

I rush down the sidewalk to reach the post office faster, nudging into a few people on accident. I finally reach the door. As I open it, a rush of a cool breeze and paper hits my nose. The beautiful refreshing smell of post office. Though it wasn't my favorite smell in the world, it definitely always smelt nice in the post office. Hearing keyboard tapping, I walk in.

Shuffling through my keys, I finally grab the right one so I can open my mailbox. I start reading and flipping through the mail I got. Most of it was junk mail; not super important. I get to my house papers and my face lights up, as I now realize i'm a full grown adult who purchased his first house. In that moment I thought of my upbringing and how long it took me to get here. I had only a few pieces of mail left that I thought was junk mail. I stuffed it all in my white satchel and walked to the bathroom.

I look closely at myself. The outfit I chose to wear today. It looked like everything I wear, almost every day of the week. Denim jacket, sweatpants, and a plain color t-shirt.
(something like this)

Today, my outfit felt special, as today I felt more grown, older. I walk out the bathroom, feeling more relaxed. Waving the receptionist goodbye, as this is the last time I will see her because i'm moving. I step out the door and just let the town air sit in my face for a minute.

Looking around, I see everything i've seen for the past 25 years of my life. But I've never really looked at it. The coffee shop I go to everyday, I see it as a space for me to dell in my studies. But in reality it's my second home. I spent all my college years here; including high school and middle school. Practically me and the manager, coworkers, and the regulars are best friends to me, as I see them way too frequently. As I look past that, I see the library. I got all my sheet music printed from, the space that let me practice my violin in front of crowds when I needed the support.

Now that I'm looking back at all my memories. I don't ever want to leave here. This is the place i've known.

A breeze of air swooped me out of my deep thoughts as my body starts automatically walking to the coffee shop for my last goodbyes.

"Hey!! If it isn't Hannie!" She pauses briefly and smiles, "How have you been? Got your house papers yet?" She looks up at me, keeping eye contact as my eyes roam around the store.

"Hey Ami, sorry I'm feeling a little nostalgic today, as it's my last free day to roam around saying goodbye to people." I stop roaming around with my eyes and look at her. I smile as my eyes meet hers, "Anyways, i'm going to start moving tomorrow."

I walk up to the counter, "I'll take my usual latte, please!" As I start pulling out my wallet, she stops me with her words.

"Don't worry about it, Jisung. Today it's on me! Like a parting gift; only condition is that you have to keep up with me Mr. Sedulous." (Sedulous meaning busy, hard working, diligent) She laughs at her own joke and I smile.

"I'll miss you, Ami! I promise i'll keep up with you! I swear." I look down at the pay pad noticing it's costing 0 dollars as she said.

She goes back to make my drink as a not so stranger walks in. We exchange our hellos and sit down. I take a window seat as I pull out the rest of my mail. As I was about to take a look, I hear my name being called for my drink.

I place my satchel over my papers so nobody can steal my stuff; which probably wouldn't happen. I'm just very paranoid. I walk over to counter and get my drink. "Thanks Ami." She nods and I turn to walk away.

I sit down again and remove my satchel and place it down on the floor next to me. I sift through the 3 pieces of mail I have left, I notice one is a red piece of paper. Assuming it's an advertisement, I grab it and read the paper.

Slowly putting my latte down, I realize it's an envelope, with my name labeled onto it. I open the envelope swiftly, trying not to rip the contents of the envelope. I get a paper cut, blood stippled out of my finger onto the marble table.

I stare at it and zone out. I start to remember the multiple days I was forced to practice so long my fingers started bleeding from the strings being pressed against my fingers. The days I would go without food for hours until I got the results that were acceptable.

The days I had to audition for events, the hours before the show I practiced without breaks. I break out of my trance and just lick the blood from my finger, I take the inside of my shirt and wipe the stipples of blood littered onto the table and pick up my latte.

I sigh as I shakily take a sip. I set my latte down again as I picked up the contents of the letter and read "JYP ENTERTAINMENT". As the letter went on it explains that I basically have been given an opportunity to have a chair in their orchestra and they would be delighted to have me there.

I take my stuff, push it back into my satchel, this time I place my mail like this:
House forms,
JYP ENTERTAINMENT,
The rest of my mail.

As I think the message over, I realize it's really close to my new house and I should be able to make it there. I grab my still warm latte, put my satchel over my body and walk out of the café.

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an- hey😡 i know i'm never going to post these because nobody ever views my shit but 😘 i like writing these for my insightful invisible fans!! anyways...

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