Hush.
There it was again; the soft sound of a guitar.
You hid yourself behind the door and secretly stealing a glance inside. There he is; sitting on the floor, strumming his precious (his guitar) like always. He was strumming the guitar that amplifies his artistic interpretation of music.
He didn’t like to be seen, let alone heard even though he was quite popular in school. But, you understood all that he was trying to communicate through his precious. You understood what it meant to speak to the entire world through melodies.
Problem was, as much you thought to yourself you knew about him, you barely managed to see him at school. The only thing exchanged was a quick eye contacts; nothing more than that not even communicating.
Every single time, you would stalk him and secretly eyeing him in the music room each school day. You admired him not just because he was cute and so on but he has his own charisma which attracts you. But you always have this crazy thought that he was some kind of a weirdo because he would immediately start playing and soon dissipate into the thin air as you would barely reach the music room.
You really wish you could at least have a small talk with him but…
Well, it wasn’t like you would end up talking to him anyways as he’s a weirdo.
To you, he looked like a prince charming but in a weird version. His face was flawless especially his cute deep dimples. And… He’s a genius too. He could make a song less in a minute. You loved to see him; strumming and humming a song all by himself, sitting on the marble floor as he always did. He was different then. He communicates to the universe through his music and it seemed his mind and body was in an alternate world.
But today, he didn’t seem like his own self. He angrily flipped through music and fumbled more than he desired. You watched secretly as he picked up the music sheets and crushed them into a ball before throwing them across the room. He looked frustrated; this was totally the worse.
You wished you could walk in and play a song for him with the piano to soothe him. But you couldn’t; you won’t be able to do that at this very moment. So far, you could be called as a stalked and who would believe your heart was hurting in your chest for a guy like him?
Surely, he was popular in school as he is a member of a Kingka group called EXO but it was always better to stay away since you don’t want to disturb him and make it worse.
He grabbed his school bag and took his guitar before exiting the room. Today, he was totally done with it. Today, it wasn’t going to work as he planned.
That very evening, you quickly strides off to the music room. You want to see him; face to face this time.
Crush.
He was more than a crush and less than a passionate love. Hence, he was everything you wanted; the voice you want to hear, the face you hope to see.
The music room was empty when you arrived. Sighing in relief, you sat down on the piano bench and slowly began to push the keys to form a soft melody that replaced the silence.
You didn’t realize actually, someone was eyeing you in awestruck from behind. You didn’t realize because your back was facing him and you were totally into the song that tears formed in your eyes. As you finished, you wiped the tears away. You don’t know why but you were being emotional. You turned around and that’s when you saw him; standing near you.
You let out a gasp in horror as he was standing in front of you. Honest to God, you almost fell down the bench but to your luck, Lay managed to hold your arm to prevent you from falling to the floor. You mouthed a ‘Thank You’ and he replied with a smile; the one that never fails to make your heart flutters –even now-.
You were about to stand up and leave when he said,
“Hey, ______, right?” You stopped your track and looked at him in surprise.
‘How did he know my name?’
You wanted to ask him but he seemed to be able to read your mind, adding, “Your name tag.” He pointed to your name tag attached to your school uniform.
“Oh? Yeah.” You replied awkwardly. He was still smiling; his lips curled up into a cute fashion and his cute deep dimples were so freaking gorgeous.
“I was wondering if you would spare your time and stay here for a while. Will you?” Lay asked. You didn’t know how and what to answer him.
And suddenly, you were in the same room as him.
It was a secret before. But nevertheless being with Lay was bliss. He willfully performed one of his masterpieces which you decided to just stare at his perfect feature the whole time.
Lay only noticed at the end of the song when he snap back to reality; the real world and stared back like nothing else really mattered in time.
Yet all the tiny moments you shared together in a very short period, it meant the entire universe to you.
Lay cleared his throat to gain your attention which it did. You shook your head and looked at him.
“Hey, I have one more to play; a special one for only you. And, I hope you’ll like it or perhaps… Love it.” And with that, he began to sing for the second time to you; only you.
Lay let his head rest on your lap as you both stared off into the random shapes of clouds in the sky one day. But he couldn’t stop letting his gaze fall back onto your features.
To him, you were the girl in his dreams; the queen of his heart.
“______, say that you love me.” Lay whispered. You looked at him in disbelief, saying, “Ge, that’s gross.” You stuck your tongue at him. You gently shoved his shoulder and giggled. You have never felt this happier before. “Gross?” Lay smirked and he began to tickle your sides.
Suddenly, he flipped you over and your body somehow aligned over his. Lay’s heart was literally tearing out of his chest by now. That’s when you realized how close your face was to his and you felt the same as him. Your heart was thumping against your chest as loudly as it felt. You felt the hear rise to both of your puffy cheeks. It was as if the time was frozen and you were staring straight into his pair of eyes before your lips were pressed against his. The moment when your lips touched his, this was where you felt the happiest. What was it like?
It was overwhelming, overflowing, mental breaking.
At first, you don’t know if you even like him. You don’t know if you love him. But he, being himself was just perfect. And that’s why you loved him.
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