His Voice (j.j.k fanfic)

Chapter 3: He Sounds Hot

Your eyes stare with intensity at the cassette player innocently sitting on the desk.

If your eyes were like Superman's, it would be a pile of ash now.

You wait for that voice to come on again, and sure enough it did.

"So, ugh.. hehe." the boy with the angelic voice laughs nervously and does a sound that seemed like a clap. "This is my first recording ever so I'm kind of nervous."

The wheels of the chair you sat on do an uncomfortable squeaking sound as you kick yourself and the chair closer to the desk.

He sounded like he was probably around your age, but you never know.

Once you hear him chuckle and speak again, only one thought rang in your mind.

He sounds hot.

You roll your eyes at yourself.

Calm your hormones down, Y/N. You just broke up with your boyfriend a month before and now you're going around being a lil whore.

Ignoring your own thoughts, you prop your elbows on the dusty desk, letting layers of dust dirty the rolled up sleeves of your sweater. You listen to the boy speak.

"Honestly," he stops and exhales deeply, "I don't even know why I'm doing this. Haha."

Why you're down here in this filthy basement, sitting on an old swivel chair that might possibly break under your weight, listening to a boy you don't even know talking about random things was beyond you.

But there was something in his voice that made you listen to him.

Almost like the playing of a familiar song on the piano, but you didn't know what song it was.

That was it.

His voice gave you familiarity, uncertain but you know you heard him before.

And it drew you to him.

"I mean, I'm doing this because my Mom told me to." he clarifies. "To, I don't know, do this as a hobby and record memories and stuff."

"Then she said one day when I grow older, I might find these tapes and listen to the memories of my youth." a soft laugh plays after. "Sounds like something straight out of a drama but it got me thinking."

At this point, you weren't aware of how long you were down there in the basement. Your mother was probably worried you stumbled upon a portal in there and transported to Narnia but he, a boy you don't know anything about, was enough to block your mind from having other thoughts other than him.

Strangely enough, you didn't bother to escape from the trance he had cast you in.

"So after all that thinking, which took five minutes just laying down in my room and looking at the ceiling," you hear him stifle a laugh but remains composed, "I agreed to do it."

"And I happened to find this old tape recorder in the basement, some blank tapes, and a cassette player in a shoebox." your eyes then snap to the shoebox you think he was referring to. "Mom told me she used to record clips of Dad singing using these, but then..."

His tone turns soft and sad and you held your breath.

"The cancer happened."

Your heart felt heavy.

There was a moment of silence from the boy in the tapes. You bit your lip and wished you could comfort him.

But who were you to comfort him when you barely knew him?