Mysterious Siren

Chapter One:

Byung-Hee'S POV

"Alright, guys! It's time for muse hutting!" I yelled sliding on my leather jacket as they all looked at me like I was crazy. I gave them a cheesy grin before we all walked out the rooftop house we stayed in together.

"And where exactly are we going to find your Muse?"  Kyung-Jong questioned smiling as he walked next to me.

"Aish, just trust me!" I say as the guys laugh when I messed with Kyung-jong's hair.

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???'s POV

I quickly changed into a black v-neck tank top and black shorts, sliding on my bracelets and dog tag. Putting on my black combat boots, I had thrown my curled hair in a high ponytail. Slipping on a few of my rings, seeing the black mask rested on my desk I smile sliding it in my pocket. I look at myself, grabbing the red lipstick applying it to my lips, applying mascara and winged eyeliner, adding eyeliner under my eyes a little making my green eyes stand out more. I smirked at myself, turning my lights off I climb out my house through the window. Walking on the roof I use the emergency latter on the side. I quickly ran making my way to the underground concert. I placed the mask on my face, to cover my identity.  Coming from the back, I saw the backup singers already on stage.

"Where is Siren!" The crowd started chanting, I smirked looking at the manger as she nods turning the lights off. I quickly snuck on stage as a spotlight hit directly on me. The crowd starting cheering loudly, as I signaled the music to play. (Media, in the parentheses, are the backup singers).

"Fake faces hiding everywhere

Made up, makeup, made up stares
To hide their stolen air
Don't look too close, don't you dare
Stupid seems to be in the air, in my air, everywhere
Blameless I'll shatter through the glare
Make it, take it, they won't share

I can't fake it, I'll just make it on my own (on my own)
I can't blame them, I'll just maim them on my throne (on my throne)
I can't fake it, I'll just make it on my own
I can't blame them, I just got to get to my throne

I am the latest colors, I sing the newest songs
I read all the lyrics, so I can sing along
I am the latest colors, I stand above my throne
Waiting for an invite to never come along
I am the latest colors, I sing the newest songs
I read all the lyrics, so I can sing along
I am the latest colors, I hate the newest songs
I can't stand the lyrics, I'd never sing along
I'll never sing along..." I started dancing around the stage holding the mic in my hand starting again as the lights flash everywhere.

"Trade places, staggered truth or dare
Only ask it if you care
Trace back to all the millionaires
Snake oil traders, no one shares
Soulless and stealing what they dare
Hold your deck to your chest
Faceless nobody is your friend
Make it, take it, they won't share

I can't fake it, I'll just make it on my own (on my own)
I can't blame them, I'll just maim them on my throne (on my throne)
I can't fake it, I'll just make it on my own (on my own)
I can't blame them, I just got to get to my throne

I am the latest colors, I sing the newest songs
I read all the lyrics, so I can sing along
I am the latest colors, I hate the newest songs
I can't stand the lyrics, I'd never sing along
I'll never sing along..." I continued dancing noticing a group of boys staring at me, I smirked as the girls sang the background before I started again.

(On my own)
(On my throne)
(On my own)
(Get to my throne)

"I am the latest colors, I sing the newest songs
I read all the lyrics, so I can sing along
I am the latest colors, I stand above my throne
Waiting for an invite to never come along
I am the latest colors, I sing the newest songs
I read all the lyrics, so I can sing along
I am the latest colors, I hate the newest songs
I can't stand the lyrics, I'd never sing along
I'll never sing along
I can't fake it, I'll just make it on my own
I'll never sing along
I can't blame them, I'll just maim them on my throne
I'll never sing along
I can't fake it, I'll just make it on my own
I'll never sing along
I can't blame them, I've just got to get to my throne, get to my throne." The last notes played as the music faded down, I stood there smiling as the crowd stayed silent for a second before breaking into cheering. That's when I saw police officers kicking the door open as the manger it trying to hold them back.

"Shit," I say quickly putting the mic back on the stand as I ran up the stairs as the officers chased me, seeing two at the top of the stairs, I stopped hoping over the railing as I ran through the crowd running into a figure. Quickly glancing upwards I see a male with a sharp jawline, seeing his cheekbones and eyeliner under his eyes, and his curly hair. I smirked as he stared at me, I winked at him noticing it was the boys who were staring at me, mouth slightly opened as I sang. I winked at him and the boys quickly running off.

"Wait!" I heard one of them yell but I only continued to run, glancing behind me as the group of boys chased me.

"Aish stop following me!" I yelled quickly taking a left turn going into an alley.

"Aish where did she go?" I heard one of them yell, seeing one run pass me my held my breath.

"Byung-hee why are we even chasing after her?" one of the boys question

"Idiot he probably wants her as his muse." another one reply

"But how are we going to ever find her is she was wearing a mask? There is no chance we'll ever find her again. Byung-hee I think you might just have to move on."

"Aish, let's just go." Seeing them all walk past me, I quickly snuck out from the alley seeing my dog tag fall off as you heard it hit the ground. I quickly turned around seeing the boys staring directly at me.

They froze for a second as I looked at them, I gave a small smile sticking out my tongue before running off. Forgetting about my dog tag, I heard footprints start running but then all stopped.

I ran back home climbing the latter and going through my window. I changed into shorts and a tank top washing the make-up off my face as I flopped onto my Queen size bed. That's when it hit me, my dog tag. I sighed trying to think of how I can get that back. That's the last thing I have from older brother before he passed away at war. The dog tagged had a treble clef carved onto it and can be opened which has a picture of me and him before he went to war. And on the other side, it had his name carved with his birth and death date.

Don't worry big brother, I'll do everything I can to get it back. I promise.