BTS:One Shots/Imagines

{Taehyung} 21st Century Cinderella Story -(f)

She walked through the throng of students, pushed past some, dodged the others using her petite physique as an advantage and successfully emerged out of the packed corridor, alive and breathing. She looked back, glancing at the obstacle she had crossed, a smile gracing her features as she thought of herself as the home coming warrior and the corridor itself, a war yard. She entered her chemistry class, the smell of chemicals wafting the air, giving it a metallic feel. she glanced beside to her partner's empty chair and sighed. Looks like Keira is sick again, she thought as she latched on the laboratory glasses and looked towards her teacher. Thirty minutes into the lesson, their teacher had left them on an urgent notice while assigning them to finish their experiment. Her experiment long over while the other students had barely brewed the first solution, she sat dabbling songs on the wooden smooth surface of her table.

"The words I have been wanting to utter

They peek from my eyes,

Fall out in liquid form, I stutter

Falling back into the shadows they hide..."

Shaking her head at her creation, she re-reads what she had written, her mind immersed in thought. Being often told that she writes well felt good yet didn't at the same time. While good writing was self satisfying, often she had a painted picture of a chronicle in her mind and when wanting to put them in words exactly like that art was frustrating time and again, when it wouldn't turn out like she would desire. She wasn't melancholic in the least; agonizing songs just seemed to appeal to her better nature. A small smile set itself on her profile and she continues to gaze at the table, her musing drifting from one case scenario to the next as she dwelled on the next few lines for the song. The ringing of the bell breaking her from her reverie, she arranges her used apparatus neatly on the table before exiting the class to her most awaited class of the day, Music. In general, kids around the age of their teens, when they are figuring themselves out, finding out who they are and what they were meant to do in this world, often feel disheartened when the answer doesn't come to them easy. Their passion and purpose they are often unaware of, searching for it, but in vain. Finding passion isn't about careers and money, it's about one's own authentic self, the one they've buried beneath other people's needs. And this lass, she was probably one of the few to have been certain about their passion and purpose. Without the blink of the eye she would choose music when asked this question. For her, music gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination and life to everything. It was her escape, her sanctuary. It was that piece of art that goes in the ears and straight to the heart. The best student in that class, she was envied by many. But then again, she was the ace in almost all classes, pretty much all the reason anyone would need for being envious. Pushing open the door of the class, she looks around, the gleaming beauties of the instruments sit there, as if awaiting to be played by someone who actually knows how to.

Watching as his friends made their way to their class, he shakes his head. What would I have done without them, he ponders. A smile gracing his features, he shakes his head to dishevel his hair, a habit he picked up for quite a while now. He closes the door of his locker, slinging his bag lazily, as he walks towards Chemistry class. Groaning internally, his footsteps automatically slow down as he dragged one foot after the next. A few girls who happened to pass the corridor at the time, giggled when they perceive him being dramatic. A sheepish smile made its way on his face as he straightens up and his hand comes up to scratch the back of his neck as he walks on.

A melodious tune makes him stop; the sound was coming from the music room he happened to be passing by, and it was soothing to say the least. The color of that tune was beautiful. He closes his eyes, taking in every second of it and loving it. It was the kind of music that he could play on for hours and still not get bored of it. The warning bell made him snap out from his musical escape as he sprints the rest of the way to his class, his bag flying behind him as he does so.