Sing For You [EDITING]

Sing for you XI

COMPOSER

Nanami's POV

"Go and approach him, Nanami." pangungulit ni Baekhyun sakin.

We're having our Contemporary class. Mrs. Cortez told us na magsama-sama yung mga magka-group for music presentation. Eh, how would I approach that troublemaker guy if he isolated his self from us?

I glared at Baekhyun. "Bakit ba hindi na lang ikaw?" pagsusungit ko sa kanya.

Two days. Oo. Dalawang araw na ang nakalipas nang mangyari yung pagtangka niyang alisin ang magnifying eyeglasses ko. At sa loob ng dalawang araw na 'yon, hindi naging tahimik ang araw ko. He was always at my back, following me habang humihingi ng sorry.

He sit back and pouted his lips. "You are still mad at me. I really am sorry, Nanami."

Inirapan ko na lang siya and scan my notes kahit wala kaming ginagawa. Though maingay sa loob ng classroom dahil sa pinaguusapan ng mga kablockmates ko about sa music presentation, masasabi kong tumahimik rin ang utak ko.

"Nanami, psst."

"Bakit ba?" nababanas na tanong ko without giving him a glance.

"You need to approach Jongin. We have to be complete para na rin satin 'to."

Padabog na binaba ko ang notebook ko at marahas na tumingin sa kanya. "Bakit nga hindi na lang ikaw? Kesa naman ako yung kinukulit mo. Kung natatakot ka sa kanya, pwes mas natatakot ako mapahiya niya."

Hindi pa man nakakasagot si Baekhyun when a guy appeared in front of us. As usual, he wears his bored expression while his both hands are in his pocket.

"Uy, p-p're." utal na bati ni Baekhyun kay Jongin.

"Ano bang meron?" I was startled when a sudden question comes out on his lips.

Baekhyun smile at him widely. "Bago ang lahat, have a seat, Jongin. I won't let myself and Nanami having a stiff neck."

Napairap si Jongin bago umupo sa upuang ni-reserved namin para sa kanya. Baekhyun explained the further details to him. I don't know if he'd listen since boredom written all over Jongin's face.

"Nakuha mo ba, p're?"

"Jongin. Jongin is my name."

Nagkatinginan kami ni Baekhyun. Maybe instinct na rin. Five minutes kaming natahimik but Baekhyun broke the silence by clearing his throat.

"Anyway, may sasabihin si Nanami sa'yo." bahagya niya akong siniko. "Tell him. Now."

Ang lakas din naman kasi ng trip nitong lalaking pastel pink ang buhok. Dapat sinabi na niya kay Jongin simula pa lang. Like ako ang pinapahirapan eh.

"Ano... J-Jongin... I-Ikaw magco-compose ng kanta." kinakabahang saad ko. I saw his expression turn into something. Something expression na hindi ko nagustuhan. Na lalong nagpakaba sakin.

I closed my eyes and ready myself. All of these were Baekhyun's fault. But minutes had passed, wala akong narinig na kung anong salita mula sa kanya. I opened my eyes when a soft hand tapped my shoulder.

"Are you okay, Nanami?"

Napatingin ako sa kinauupuan ni Jongin. Wala na siya. Without even thinking, I grab my bag at mabilis na lumabas ng classroom. I heard my name on Baekhyun and Mrs. Cortez but I act as if I did not heard them. Nagpalinga-linga ako sa corridor and there, I saw Jongin, walking. Tumakbo ako para maabutan siya.

"Jongin! Teka lang!" He did not stop. Konti na lang, mapupuno na ako.

Nang tuluyan kaming magsabay ng lakad, hindi ko na inisip yung kaba na nararamdaman ko. Grade. Grade ang nakasalalay. "Jongin, you will be the composer for our output. Please, we need your cooperation."

Napahinto ako sa paglakad dahil huminto siya bigla. He turned his pace on me. Tinitigan lang niya ako. I can't even read his expression.

"J-Jongin?" I called him.

"Ayoko. Byun's idea is fine. Pero, ako? Will be the composer? I don't think so." He answered arrogantly. "That Byun guy can compose since he was the University's singer."

"But we decided na ikaw ang magccompose."

"Whatever." He shook his head before he left me. Laglag ang balikat na napatitig na lang ako sa likod niya.

Napailing na lang ako and decided na pumasok na susunod kong class, History. Tutal naman, patapos na rin ang klase ko nito sa Contemporary. Iba ang sched namin ni Lory kaya malamang hindi ko siya blockmate sa History.

Ilan pa lang kami sa classroom. So while waiting to our blockmates and professor, nagreview na ako dahil magppa-quiz si Prof. A few minutes, one of my blockmate announced na hindi makakapasok si Prof. Lumabas na lang ako ng classroom. Saan ako tatambay? May pasok pa si Lory nito.

"Ah. Sa open field na lang."

"Hey! Wait up!" Someone called out and grab my wrist. Nabigla ako sa aksyon na 'yon kaya mabilis na winaksi ko ang kamay ko.

"Relax, Nanami. Ako lang 'to." He flashed a geniune smile.

I frowned. Anong kailangan niya?

"Can I talk to you?"

"Bakit naman?" mabilis na tanong ko.

"Ahm..." Seems like he's looking to his own words.

"Need anything?"

"Yes."

"About what?"

"Lory." mabilis na sagot niya.

I grin secretly. He's interested to Lory, huh?

"Well...?"

I cleared my throat. "Interested to her, are you?"

"Yes. I mean, no. Err–yes. Shit, Jungkook." He cussed.

I can't help but to chuckled. Tumingin naman siya sakin and gave me a weird glance.

"Cafeteria. My treat." He insist. Ano 'to? Ililibre ako dahil sa may gusto siyang malaman? No way. Hindi ko kayang ipagkanulo ang kaibigan ko nang dahil lang sa treat treat na yan.

I gave him an apologetic smile. "Next time na lang, Mr. Transferee. Magrereview pa ako eh." pagdadahilan ko.

Hindi ko na hinintay ang sagot niya at iniwan ko na siya.

Jongin's POV

"But we decided na ikaw ang magccompose." She said.

I shook my head as I told her, "Whatever."

I heard her heavy sigh before I left her. And I did the same thing. I agreed to Byun's idea pero ayokong maging composer nila. Ako na nga ang sasayaw then ako pa ang magccompose?

I head towards to our practice room. Hindi na ako papasok sa susunod kong klase. Tinamad na ako. I'll just make a choreo for that output. Hours had passed and little by little, nakagawa na ako ng dance steps. I had no music to follow since ako raw ang magccompose. But I already disagree, that's it.

I'll take some rest at uuwi na lang ako. Until I saw myself, holding a pen and a notepad, thinking a lot of possible words and exact thoughts to the lyrics that I am going to compose. Wait, what am I just doing?