Let me out

It was just a normal day. I suppose every amazing story starts like this but this is not an amazing story. I wish I could tell you one . This one is just about a guy called Kim Jonghyun. Maybe you know him or maybe not, but I can tell you something: hes the most caring and lovely person in this world. He also has one of the most beautiful voices of this world. No kidding

Well, what was I saying? Oh, right. It was just another day. This awesome guy, Kim Jonghyun was immersed in one of his passions: music. About to finish what it would be one of his most memorable albums: Poet I Artist. Jonghyun put all his heart and soul on this albums, hoping it to be a hit as his albums use to be.

When spring comes to me too. Then then then then

As he finished saying those last words from the final track, Before our spring, he left the headphones on its place, smiling with that bright smile of him.

How was it? Asked with his puppy eyes to the guy outside the box, containing his emotions.

Simply amazing! Just keep it like that on every performances and youll be a success! Now, excuse me, I have to go for some minutes. Listen to me, youre gold!

Performances, huh? sighed with a pinch of sadness and stress on his eyes, which turned smaller in one second.

He approached to that little door of the box when he noticed something was wrong. The passepartout didnt work. Suddenly, Jonghyun panicked. His eyes began to flood but then he tried to stay calm as much as he could.

Its okay Its okay, Jonghyun theres no one out there as far as you know and the passepartout is block, but everything is gonna be fine

While he was there he made sure that there were some way of scape but there wasnt. He also tried calling for help, even when he knew no one would answer.

It doesnt matter He said he would be back in some minutes, right? Then theres nothing to worry about

One, two almost three hours passed without signals of external people. Jonghyuns panic was bigger and bigger with every minute. No food, no water, no fresh air just those mics, headphones and song written on some papers. Just trying killing time he started humming some melodies and then began to sing in a low voice. After some minutes he was fed up.

YAH! SOMEONE THERE?

No answer.

IM JONGHYUN! KIM JONGHYUN!

No one.

Sitting on a corner of the room with the knees at the same height of his head he started to cry. Without any hope of being found, he could just cry until he fell asleep

Nobody knows how many more minutes (or even hours) passed, but suddenly a little breeze came right away from the door. Jonghyun opened his eyes slowly, a bit sleepy, but the voice he heard wasnt a dream. The one who opened the door was simply an angel for him.

Petite? Asked that smooth voice.

Kim Kibum.