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sohee - staircase

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"good evening mr kim," you greeted the security guard after you had taken your parcel. you took the elevator up to your floor and walked out from there.

as you walked passed the door where the staircase was, you stopped when you heard soft noises coming from behind the door. furrowing your eyebrows, you walked closer to the door and placed your ear against it.

there was music playing behind the door, you got curious and tried opening the door as gently as you could. this time, you could clearly hear the music and someone's singing at the staircase.

you stayed in your position for awhile just to listen to the person's voice, you thought that it's such a waste that he only sang at the staircase.

he sounds so good

you listened to his voice until the music came to an end. you silently applauded for him before closing back the door and went back to your own place since you needed to feed your goldfish.

for the next few days, you would found yourself leaning against the door after taking a walk around the neighbourhood or coming back from grocery shopping just to hear if he was there or not.

you would stayed there to listen to his voice whenever you heard soft music coming out from the door. you were lucky that whenever you were there listening to him, no one was passing by or else they would stared at you weirdly.

slowly, it became a routine for you to lean your ears against the door, just to enjoy a mini concert from a random stranger.

one day, you couldn't hold your curiosity anymore and decided to went into the staircase to take a glimpse of the stranger who caught your attention because of his voice.

you walked towards the door as usual after buying some stuff from the convenience store. opening the door as quiet you could, you walked forward, peeking out to see if he was there or not.

you hadn't heard any voice yet so you waited for him while sitting on the floor. you didn't even bother about the dust around you that would probably dirtied your sweatpants, you were thinking about that stranger.

you wondered what he looked like. what if he's a middle aged guy who surprisingly had a sweet voice? or what if he's a total kid who happened to have a sweet voice?

huh, you're really bad at describing someone, maybe you really, really liked his sweet voice.

you were about to give up waiting for him, you began to get up from the ground and ready to leave the staircase.

maybe god heard you, you heard the door downstairs got opened which was your cue to pause your steps.

you slowly peeked your head out and saw a guy with a cap on was sitting on the floor while setting his phone against the stairs.

you watched him closely as he pressed record, then sitting back to his place and started to sing.

you sat down back and placed your things next to you, closing your eyes to listen his sweet voice.

i could listen to his voice the whole day

you swore your ears melted a little when he was singing, this was probably the first time you listened to his voice this close.

as the music slowly faded away, you clapped your hands in silence while swaying your body side by side. peeking your head out again, you watched him took his phone and replayed the video he recorded.

your lips formed a smile when you saw him smiling at his phone, you hoped that he was satisfied with the outcome.

*ding*