Through the Lens [BTS]

Chapter 2

I felt so embarrassed. I don't normally sing along to the songs I listen to but I do if it's a BTS song. People think I'm weird because I listen to Kpop when I live in New Bern, North Carolina. Especially if when you mention Kpop to anybody they think of PSY. A lot of people are curious about how I got into Kpop.

I got into Kpop when I was looking for a song I didn't know the name of. I thought it was called "Heartbreaker" and I saw one by G-Dragon and thought that might be it. I liked it even though I couldn't understand what he was saying. I clicked on a few (more like a sh*t ton) and was sucked into the world of Kpop.

I'm glad I did because even though listened to music before I never got as passionate as I did when I listened to Kpop. Kpop gave me a new life that I've never had. I started learning Korean and watching Kdramas. Little by Little I started learning the culture. I was so intrigued that I just wanted to learn.

All of my friends thought I had gone crazy. They started calling me a freak and left me. Then the most popular girl in the school came up to me at lunch one day and started talking to me. She was really nice and we clicked really well. She's been my best friend ever since. Erin has been the only one who's stuck by me. I'm really lucky to have her.

I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. Speak of the devil It's Erin.

NErd: hey are you okay?

NErd: look Logan's just a jerk

NErd: Erica are you okay?

NErd: why aren't you answering?

NErd: Alexandra Erica Waters where are you?

Me: I'm fine. just wanted to leave.

NErd: you sure? you seemed kinda upset

Me: of course

NErd: music?

Me: what else? lol

NErd: 4th period starts soon.

Me: I don't have a 4th period

NErd: oh yeah sorry

NErd: see you later

Me: okay :P

I smile thinking of Erin bored in class. I can see her telling off Logan, the school bully, after school.

Logan looks like a really nice and friendly person with his green eyes and curly, light brown hair. He's really tall and he is really strong from being on the football team. However, that all doesn't matter when he opens his mouth. He bullies all of the underclassmen, never does any school work aside from projects when he is partnered with me, he's in love with Erin, and absolutely hates me. He only listens to me for projects because Erin is my best friend. 

He tends to bully me a lot. Especially when Erin isn't around. Whenever I "seem off," as Erin puts it, she tells him off. Even when he hasn't done anything to me. I then get bullied even worse than before because I "Make it to where Erin hates me." Sometimes she doesn't understand how much power she wields.

My phone vibrates, snatching me from my thoughts and back to reality. Thinking it's Erin, I check my phone and find it's an Instagram notification. All_The_Jams followed me. I immediately check their account to see if I should follow them back. It looks like they're a huge fan of Korean fashion. I follow back because their account is kind of interesting. 

As I continue walking home I notice how beautiful it is today. It reminded me of the day I started taking photos with the new semi-professional camera I got for Christmas one year. I walk slowly to appreciate the beautiful city that I live in. Then I see it.

The shot of the day. I grab my camera and take the shot. It's perfect. The water, the grass, the tree perfectly illuminated by the sun, the fresh green leaves surrounded by a halo of light. the empty bench surrounded in shadows looking as if it had lost the most important thing in its possession. It was one of my best photos. Instead of walking slowly like I usually would, I decided to rush home to post my photo on Instagram.

As I walk up the steps to the shell of a beautiful old house I call a home my phone vibrates again. All_The_Jams sent me a dm.

ATJ: Hello. I really like your account. Your photos are really beautiful, full of both joy and sorrow, life and death at the same time. I this might sound weird but I would really like to get to know you and what inspires you to take photos.

Wow. I knew my photos were nice but I didn't think that they were on that kind of level. I guess my photos are more complex than I thought. I had never really analyzed my photos on a deeper level before. This person is kind of interesting.

Me: Thanks for the dm. It's nice to see what people think of my photos. As for what inspires me, I guess you could say that my city inspires me. I live in such a beautiful little town that it would be kind of selfish for me not to share it with others. 

I hit send before I can think too much about it. I grab my laptop and upload the newest addition to my Instagram. I start to get some notifications immediately and go through some of the comments. I nearly freeze when I hear it.

Her voice. I'm almost tempted to listen. She tells me how proud she is, and how I've grown up into such a beautiful young lady. I hear her tears of pride and joy but all I remember are the tears of sorrow she left behind.

She's the reason they call me crazy. My mother.

Ever since I was young she would come and talk to me. I could hear her and countless others whenever I didn't listen to music.

I feel her hug me. It's cold and unnatural but I feel safe. I can't stand seeing her here like this. I put in my earbuds and pretend like I can't hear. As a tear falls down my cheek, I feel her let go of the hug. She goes away remembering that she's been long gone. I wipe the lone tear and return to reading my follower comments.

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Hey guys, it's been a long time since I uploaded something so I wanted to get this out as soon as possible. I've been really busy with classes and find myself with little to no time to write. I'm gonna get better about writing and uploading stuff for you to read. Anyways thanks again for reading. It means a lot to me when y'all comment and vote. 

Thanks again,

Andy :P