DEAR NAME | jjk.

CHAPTER SIX

"I always bring my friends here whenever they feel sad," he beamed, as I closed the door behind me. He walked over to the edge of the metal fence and rested his elbows on the top, gaze set on the sun setting, warm colours painting the sky beautifully. I cocked an eyebrow, approaching him, "To calm them by the sunset?"

He shook his head and smiled, before sitting down to dangle his feet . "To shout their problems." My brows furrowed, and continued standing. I pulled out a cigarette and a lighter, "No thanks." I say. I never really thought about this kind of treatment to my emotions. Whenever my thoughts become messy, or I get too emotional, I tend to write them down. "Probably won't work on me."

"That's what I thought." he shrugged, tilting his head, "But one day, when I was feeling down, one of my hyungs took me here and told me to shout my problems." he pauses, before continuing, "I didn't want to do it because I didn't want to look like an idiot. So he did it first." he laughed at the thought, "It does work."

I blew out some smoke, and he looked up. "You smoke," he points out, but it sounded more of like a question than a reassurance. I nodded, "Plenty of bad habits, don't you think?" I held the cigar between my index and middle finger, twisting it, "And I don't have any problems to yell. As I said, the break-up isn't a big deal."

"If you say so.." he trailed off, obviously a bit upset. As he looked up at me, I noticed the slight gleam in his eyes, as if he wanted to ask me: 'don't you want to sit down?', and I shook my head. I broke the silence by deciding to ask the question that kept ringing in the back of my mind, "So, what's with this club of yours?"

"Huh?" he spoke up, as if he didn't expect my question at all. I nodded, "If your club is going to get disqualified or taken down, then it must mean you've done something to break the rules or you're not gaining any new members." looking back, there were only about 20 of them. And that is quite a few for a club.

"Yeah, the 2nd one." he clarified, "We perform. We dance and we sing. But for some reason, more people are interested on just one field." he sighed. I cocked an eyebrow, "So.. you're like trainees?"

He tapped his fingers on the cement, as if drumming a beat, "I guess you can say that. Except that, we just do covers." he says. I nodded and continued to listen sitting a small distance away from him, "Why won't you make your own songs?"

"That's the problem." he groaned, as if this was already a topic talked about, and didn't went well. "Coincidentally, none of us aren't very good at writing songs." I pursed my lips and rested my chin on the top of my palm, turning my head, to give him some advice. "Think more."

He sent me a confused look, and I take a deep breath, "Extend your club's potential. From recruiting just performers, you can hire editors, writers, photographers.." I advised, "Not only that, but you should try making a session, for people who are interested in performing. Teach them how to dance, how to sing.." I added. "From there, you can grow into something more."

"Hmm." he pouted, "We never really thought about that. Thanks."

I waved a hand, signalling that it was no big deal. Whenever it came to giving advices, I can say that I'm good. One of the reasons to that is because I'm a fast thinker, and can work well under pressure. I think it's nice that I know my strengths and weaknesses.

"How about you?" he asked curiously, turning his head to look at me. I didn't reply. I was already expecting his question. "Even if I don't know much about your past, you seem.. really smart. Do you just work at a cafe? Or..?"

"I was a lawyer." I stated, crossing my legs.

"Really?" his exclaimed, "Then you are really smart! What happened?"