Tied Together (Seventeen Fanfic)

8: Don't leave again

Mirrin's POV
I jumped out into the crisp and cool air, exhilarated at the prospects of exploring Korea finally.

I picked a wild flower from the ground and started picking at the petals.

1,2,3,4,5,6,7..

Looks like 7 is the lucky number today.

I waited at the bus stop right outside, hopped on the first bus that came and just sat and waited for 7 stops.

And now I hope.

That Maybe, just maybe, I'll meet him again.

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Dino's POV

For the 8th time today I forget the choreography and stand stunned until DK hyung bumps into me.

"Dino! What's wrong with you today?" Hoshi hyung ruffles his hair in annoyance.

"Something bothering you, maknae?" The8 hyung asks.

"Nothing, nothing. Sorry hyungs. I'll try harder."

"Okay, five more goes and we're off practice on the stage. Do it well boys, other groups and your sunbaenims will be there too," their manager interrupted.

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Mirrin's POV

Finally, last stop.

I got off at the seventh stop. It looked like... I was in a busy part of the city and there were many people bustling around.

I wandered around for a while, bought myself some tteokbokki and continued walking. There were so many stores but all of them were brand stores I already knew. I wanted to get to the alley street stores- those were much more fun to scavenge around in.

Suddenly, I heard some beautiful music escaping from huge, grand doors. It looked like some sort of theatre you'd watch opera or the orchestra in.

But this music...It was definitely some sort of traditional music playing, probably korean traditional instruments for since tomorrow night was chuseok, or the korean mid autumn festival. Actually to think about that, Auntie Jeon probably has something planned for chuseok. It's one of the korean festivals I look forward to the most, where everyone gets together with lanterns at night and dress in hanbok. I've only ever worn kimonos, not handboks.

I pushed open the huge door gently and wandered into the dimly lit hall. It was really a performance theatre! A really grand one at that. A slightly elderly granny and an old man sat on the lone stage, the granny playing what I guessed was a bipa (kind of like a guitar, but traditional) and the old man playing a long notched bamboo flute.

It was enthralling.

The music was hauntingly beautiful. The melancholy but hopeful plucks of bipa melded perfectly with the airy flute, and the two instruments blending together like voices asking questions to the wind.

I stood in awe, and when they ended their piece, I found myself clapping slowly. That of course drew the attention of the two elderly musicians, and they beckoned me over.

"I-I'm sorry to have intruded! I just heard this beautiful music and couldn't help but want to listen..." I quickly stuttered.