Take Me Back || ChiWoo [ON HOLD]

Chapter 2: We Actually Met

Yoon Shiwoo's P.O.V

On a chilly day like this, the last thing I needed was a call from some asshole saying I'm late for rehearsals.

Unfortunately, that's exactly what I got.

I opened my eyes and let them adjust to the harsh brightness surrounding me. As I reclaimed my eyesight, my mind started regaining memory too.

I was in a suite hotel, my phone is ringing, and I probably, actually, urgently need a shower. Looking at the phone beside me, I realised that the caller ID was none other than Manager Kim.

The phone kept ringing, but suddenly, my greatest worry wasn't the damn phone.

It was my ears.

I started to hear to a sound in between a squeal and a scream, it's high-pitched note piercing through my head like a sharp knife. I closed my eyes shut and hit my head several times with my right hand as the other clamped onto my left ear, desperately trying to mute the horrible noise. Shaking my head made it worse. Opening my eyes seemed to make it even worse. The brightness I haven't gotten used to, my manager not giving up on the call, and the high-pitched note still in my head were all factors of my increased torture.

After what seemed like an eternity, I felt my ears constrict and the nightmare noise cleared out all by itself. I finally reached my hand out to answer the call.

"Yes, Manager Kim?" I laid back down on the bed, the quite repetition of my own groggy morning voice on the other end.

"Shiwoo, why are you only picking up the phone now?" Manager asked in a pleading tone. I expected him to be at least slightly mad, but this guy was too cowardly to raise his voice to anything.

"My cell phone was on vibrate." I answer him simply.

"I told you that you cannot miss rehearsals for this concert." Rolling my eyes, I moved the phone away from my aching ears. Last thing I need is this guy talking to me. "You know PD Jung has a nasty temper. You're not even at the hotel I reserved. Where are you right now? I-"

"Be quiet." The man on the other end silenced immediately. With a satisfied sigh I continued. "I'm in the suite hotel at the Intercontinental Hotel so come here," I said, and cut the call immediately. I knew he would try plead me into coming to the rehearsal stage by myself, but I'd rather have another ear-ache episode.

As if God was actually listening to what I was saying, he granted me exactly that. I tried to tilt my head side to side, but it obviously didn't help the irritating pain. Stumbling off my bed, I shoved my hands into my grey jumper's pockets to find the packet of tablets I always carry around with me.

Bingo! I would've smiled in joy but right now, the only expression my face could produce was one of great torment. I happily chugged in the water and the tablet, which immediately resulted in relief.

I knew it was only for now though. The pain will forever bear with me, even though I'll probably never know why or when this all started...

***

Thankfully, my ears behaved well and haven't bothered me throughout the shower. I love my shower time, since it's the only time I can reflect back on my life so far and how I can improve on my living standards. I know it's a little unusual for a young, handsome man like me to worry about all these things, but I'm sure every orphan boy in this world would have similar thoughts.

As I shampooed my silver hair with the decent shampoo the hotel provided, my mind wondered to the near future. I didn't care about rehearsals because I always know that I'm the best man on  stage anyway. I made the songs my group, the Mobius, sings and raps and dances to. I composed the song and wrote the lyrics, and the dance is pretty easy anyway. Even the children in my dreams can dance to it. So I was confident about tonight's performance.

But the important thing is, at least I'm getting food on my plate.

Water ran down my body as I stepped out of the shower and into the lavish dressing area. The soft, warm carpet invited my damp toes, and I rubbed them to get rid of the water stuck in between my toes. I don't like changing into clothes right after baths, so I grabbed a nearby towel and wrapped it around my torso instead.

Reaching for the doorknob, I twisted and opened it, exiting the warm, steamy bathroom.

When I look up, my eyes locked with another pair of big, accusing eyes. They glared at me, as if my very existence was disgraceful. I thought I was now having eye problems as well, but this man really was standing in front of me, shamelessly shirtless.

Time seemed to have taken a slower pace now, because now all I saw was his mouth slowly opening to say something. I held in my breath and waited.

He said.

"Who the hell are you?" 

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