Getting closer and closer

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Coming home late, buying sportswear I've never bought before, and laughing out loud... .
Besides that, my daily life changed drastically after meeting Hyun-oh.
Since I felt it myself, my parents couldn't help but feel it more sensitively.
If there is one yellow rose in a bouquet of red roses, its color will stand out.
Because, other than when I was young, there weren't any major events that would change me.

"Lee Won-ah, do you have a girlfriend?"
I didn't expect this interpretation to come out.
Well, for teenagers, dating is a big event. But I wish I was excluded from that.
When I shook my head, my father said that if I wanted to keep it a secret, he wouldn't tell my mother.
I'm going crazy. I think I should introduce my brother to my family.
...good idea?

When would be a good time? There was absolutely no option for my brother to refuse.
* * *
In a twist, I invited my brother to accommodate my mom and dad's schedule, but he declined. They said that day was a difficult day because he had a prior engagement that couldn't be cancelled.
Well, it seems like you've been busy lately.
Just looking at the clues about who he met and where he ate, it was not an easy schedule.
There were even days when we didn't see each other at all.

But he spent as much time with me as possible, trying to schedule our appointments for lunch on weekdays.
I feel like I'm wasting time that I wouldn't be able to meet up with him because I'm at school, am I being overly self-conscious?
No, it's all because of my brother's excessive fuss.
If I were to sum up the exaggerations that my brother habitually spits out, I would say that I am my brother's soul twin and a genius of the century who tragically lost his voice. The habit of exaggeration has not gone anywhere.
I changed out of my school uniform into a tracksuit and warmed up my hands by playing a few violin pieces.

While I was concentrating for a while, Hyung-oh, who had just returned from the convenience store, noticed me and handed me an electrolyte drink.
What do you want to talk about?

"Lee Won-ah, I've been thinking about this for a while. What would you do if your voice could improve? The vocal cords are only one of the many factors that determine a voice. If there's a problem with one, wouldn't the rest be able to compensate? I heard there's something called voice therapy. What do you think? I could do it myself."

For a moment, my breath was caught in my throat. I wondered how far this guy was going to go with this. I've had voice therapy before. If there was a way to fix my voice without surgery, I wouldn't try it. But it didn't have much effect.

I can't forget the look of compassion that my teacher couldn't hide. After that, I didn't even look anywhere else. I don't expect things to go as planned. but I looked into his eyes and thought about it. What would hyung, who clung to the slim possibility and tried hard until the end, think of me giving up without even trying?
Whether you tried to persuade me, felt sorry for me, or waited for me, he was not the type of person to just accept it and give up.
Anyway, I can't ignore my hyung's eyes that are full of anticipation. It would be wise to just accept it.
I saw a happy face as I slowly nodded my head up and down in acceptance.
Is that something you would like to do?

"I've already laid out the curriculum! Lee Won, you just have to follow along."

What if I hated it? I can't stop it.
That's how I came to receive voice therapy from my brother. Hyunoh hyung started to correct my breathing by suddenly making me exercise. I spent most of my after-school time trying to find a suitable pronunciation through trial and error, but it was worth it. Because unlike before, it has shown surprising effects.

As each day passed, the voice changed little by little. It's still a voice I don't like to hear, but the pronunciation that used to sound double has become considerably clearer. By learning how to control your breathing, you can create a consistent breathing sound when you speak.
There was nothing he could do about my innate low voice, but as other elements improved, my voice itself sounded different.
It's changed. Enough so that other people will frown less when they hear it.

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