Whistle

Your Song

That day I woke up with the feeling of having had a pleasant dream, but it was impossible for me to remember it, I didn't have time to try either, I had to start preparing because I would finally attend an ONF concert!

In a few months they had become my model group. Listening to them, I wished with all my might that my singing could transmit emotions with that warmth that sometimes took on an overwhelming force and seemed as if it were going to make them explode.

The truth is that I have never been good at expressing myself with other people, I mean talking to them about gratitude, affection and so on, in that sense singing and writing songs have been the best way to convey how I feel. However, even though it all started that way, my hobby became my dream and now I can't wait to debut.

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The concert was as I expected: incredible, although once outside the theater I could no longer ignore the thirst and hunger I felt. I ran to the parking lot to find my mother and maybe go eat bossam while I took the opportunity to tell her every moment of the concert, but she wasn't there. I then checked my cell phone: she was late and asked me to wait for her. I had no choice but to go to a vending machine and then sit on a bench near a street lamp. Soon I realized that someone was approaching in that darkness, however, before I could react, I heard my name and when I turned around I saw her under the light of the street lamp.

"Hello Minkyun, I don't know if you are aware, but we are classmates, my name is Norae," she said shyly, as if I were going to ignore her or scare her away, do I give that impression? "I didn't know you liked ONF too. I'm sorry, but can I stay with you while my parents arrive?"

"Sure," I said, moving a little to give her space next to me, in an attempt to appear friendly.

"What is your favorite song?" she finally asked me after having been talking about how much she liked ONF since she sat down.

"Definitely The Realist".

"Really? Mine is The Dreamer!" she announced very excited for some reason, I found her expression funny.

"Oh, that's my mom," I said while seeing the incoming call on my cell phone. If you want, I can stay until your parents arrive.

"It's not necessary, they're almost here," she pointed out to me after checking her cell phone. "See you tomorrow".

"Yes, good night".

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I found it nice to have talked to her, so the next day I accepted her invitation to have lunch together on the roof when she asked me. That's how we started spending lunchtime together, and although at first I missed my specific lunchtime routine, that is, going to the music room in the library to practice singing, I later wondered if I was crazy to prefer practicing than spend time with her.

"It's so refreshing on a windy summer day," she commented one day before the soft wind was followed by a gust that nearly knocked our food to the ground. She only smiled while fixing her hair, but I couldn't stop looking at her because her beauty seemed unreal to me, as if it were a dream; Luckily the part of me that was still on the school terrace pinched my leg and made me react, turning my gaze as soon as I felt the pain.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing at all."

It was embarrassing, but luckily I don't think she noticed.

"And... what will you do later?"

"As always, I will go to the music academy."

"Hey, would you mind singing something?" she dared to ask me excitedly.