Like a star

0.1 - you have appeared into my life

Suran's fingers glide smoothly along the piano keys, her mind playing thousands of melody. She shook her head, trying to concentrate on the single tune she's trying to create on her mind, but she can not. She's distracted. 

It's been like weeks, after a rumor about her and Suga sprouted. Netizens think they're dating. And she can't help feeling helpless. After releasing her first ever chart topping song - Wine - and a visit to Spain things gone very wrong for her. 

She heaved a sigh and tried to stop thinking about it.

Thinking about those things will make it worse, make me feel more miserable. She thought. Rumors will die soon. 

A ring from her phone grabbed her attention, interrupting her train of thoughts. The call was from an unknown number, but she answered anyway. 

"Hello?" she asked, her fingers fiddling with a pencil she used to write notes on her now halfway finished music sheet.

"Is this Suran?" a male voice asked.

"It is, may I know your name?" she asked, sounding uncertain. 

"It's me Dean," he said, sounding relieved.

"Oh, Hyuk," Suran smiled to herself. Dean is a very good friend of her. His a musician and singer whom she collaborated with on a track named 'No Tnx' for Unpretty Rapstar along with JiDam, way back 2016, "Why'd you call?"

"Well..." he inhaled then exhaled, "I am creating a song, er..."

Suran can't help but laugh, "Want another collab?"

Even without seeing Dean, Suran can imagine him beaming.

"Yeah, that's what I am going to ask you about," he chuckled, "Never got around beating the bush around you eh?"

"Well it's not necessary, I know you," Suran said, trying to make a joke, but she felt like she shouldn't have said that, "I mean-"

"I know you know," he said, before the silence engulf the two of them.

"Yeah," Suran said, running her fingers along her disheveled hair. She can't believe herself, she just said the most absurd thing she could say to Dean. I know you. What kind of thing was that? Yes, he shared his secret to her. But that doesn't mean that she knew him well. But she thinks she do, "How are you?" Another nonsense. 

"I'm good. You?"

"Good, I guess I'm good," she said trying to focus on what's on hand and not letting her thoughts linger somewhere else.

"You know it'll be okay," Dean said, reassuringly.

"I hope so,"she sighed, "Will get through this,"

"Yeah," he said, sounding rest assured, "So when can you come here?"

Suran smiled, "I can go now, I am on a break for atleast a week,"

"That's nice, see you at 10."

"Bye, Hyuk..."

"Bye noona,"

Suran unknowingly nodded her head and was about to hang up when Dean talked again.

" By the way, it's nice to talk to you again,"

The call ended. Suran stood up and stretched her body. She did not notoce that she's been sitting down for almost half a day, without doing much. Better be ready, she thought, and set off to her room to prepare and fix herself.

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Suran's delicate hand tried to straighten the creases of her white shirt, but she was running out of time. If she don't leave the house right now, she's going to be  late. Well never mind. She thought. I just look like a rag, straight out from the cabinet.

After doing her best on straigjtening her shirt, she grab her cap and mask, wore them and sling her bag to her shoulder.