voice - kim taehyung

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001: born singer

; hanbyeol

"i'm sorry."

what a great way to start a day, byeol.

it's my first day here in a korean school. me and my family couldn't really afford schools here so we decided to move in the philippines for as young as i can remember. never really had a korean childhood, but isn't it cool to teach my filipino friends some korean words?

i was once again being devoured in my own little world when i realize that i just bumped into someone, and i'm always looking down so i pretty much see that he hasn't moved since his feet stood still.

i bit my lip as i hesitantly moved my head upwards, getting a decent view of the stranger. his hair was slightly parted, showing one eye brow, and in my opinion he's really attractive.

or am i just attracted to boys with thick brows?

his lips were formed in a straight line, anything but emotion is plastered on his face.

fuck.

i was, at least, waiting for him to say something. like, can he give me an, 'it's okay.' or, 'bitch look where you're going.'

but i got neither.

an awkward smile crept at my face followed by a long screeching sound. i am legit a walking pile of embarrassment, and there's no way i could change that.

yet all i receive was another emotionless demeanor.

we were standing still for about five minutes but it felt like an eternity. i didn't know how i lasted that shit, but what i don't get is how he managed to look at me with my very unpleasing face.

it was time that i gave up, lowering my upper body as i bid him a good bye bow. i walked quickly with my short strides, halting as i took one glance behind me, hoping to see him look back at me with the same intention- to know each other's name.

yet again, i was met by the opposite of my expectation. he nonchalantly retreated, walking passed off the right corner, completely out of my sight.

my head instinctively shot right beside me as i heard people murmuring words such as, "look the new girl just talked to the 'weirdo'", "omg, he's with mr. hooray-i-don't-talk.", "i already have a bad impression with the new girl."

guess i won't be having any friends here..

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the day went by so slowly. i had to introduce myself every subject, which is really annoying.

what's the point of introducing myself when all i receive was unamused gazes and people chit chatting as if i wasn't in front, forcedly doing what my professor wants me to do. i can't even find the right words to describe myself, but one thing i didn't had a second thought is my love for sketching.

i felt a harsh bump on my shoulder, my whole body reacting to the sudden impact. i, once again, was being devoured in my own little world. i was standing still at the doorway, students bumping into me.

i took a deep breath as i clutch the strap of my lunch box.

i think i'm the only one who has packed lunch, since everyone pulled out their wallets and bought canteen food.

i sigh escaped my lips, my eyes looking for a vacant table. i found one and was about to head that way when a group of people occupied it. i quickly lost all the hope i had. plus, it's going to be really irrelevant for me to sit on the table all by myself. that squad deserves to sit there after all.

i left the canteen with timid steps as i made my way to the hall where i encountered that guy. i wish i could look as cool and attractive like him despite being a loner.

okay, i underestimated him.

i followed the path where he went, walking at the right corner. i started to walk upstairs and was welcomed with a melodic voice blending well with a piano.

the voice made me part my lips in awe and continue walking where the music is from as if there's notes floating everywhere and i'm like a little fella who fell for the spell.

literally.

i'm a born singer

어쩌면 이른 고백
perhaps it's an early confession

그래도 너무 행복해
but i'm so happy

i'm good woah, yeah

i watched him through the small glass on the door, watching his lips dance in sync with every lyric that escapes his mouth in a melodious tone. he touch the keys with his finger tips precisely, and i couldn't help but want more.

i desperately need to know more about him- the guy that i bumped into earlier.

the music halted and he stood up, covering the piano he just used.

the emotion he had in his voice was very different from what he showed me earlier.

not only did i crave more for his voice, but also for his name. i want to be friends with him.

he grabbed his bag and made his way towards the door.

the thought of making friends with him suddenly vanished, my nervousness and cowardliness coming first so i had no choice but leave before he sees me.

the bell rang and i quickly find my way to the arts room. which i pretty much not familiar of considering that i have no one to assist me.

why do i have to be born with bad sense of direction?

adrenalin rush were pumping rapidly inside my veins, my forehead glistening due to the little drops of sweat on it.

i couldn't be more happier when i finally found the arts room, i stopped at the doorway as i crouch down- panting for dear life.

but guess what? professor still ain't here.

i legit ran for nothing and i was pissed as fuck. as usual i made my way towards the seat beside the window but then i saw him on the other side of the room, alone with two vacant chairs beside him.

the first class i have with him, and i'm thankful that the subject is my favorite.

i swallowed the lump in my throat and all the frustration i had just a second ago was gone too. i sat beside him with a slight smile although i avoided any eye contact.

the professor finally came and told us to sketch anything under the sun.

- and i already had an idea.

i drew him- inside a bubble playing a piano with massive people walking passed by.

i felt him look beside me for a mere second as if finally realizing my presence. to finish my sketch, i erased a part of the bubble and drew a girl touching the bubble with her finger tip.

i guess it's true that if you feel inspired, you finish faster than you thought. i really had nothing to do and i looked at his paper.

a boy was holding a microphone with his head down, in front of the boy was girl who had her back faced to him.

rejection, i guess.

i ripped a page from my notebook, scribbling a note and slowly gave it to him.

hey, may i know your name?

kim taehyung

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-yesha