u turn, you turn

2

"hmmm, nine must-visit places in the university during autumn? none of these seems like a must-visit for me." hana clicked her tongue as she browse their organization website through her laptop.

there are numerous rays of sunlight passing through her opened window, all of such directed to her. she looks like isaac newton's prism. flash of rainbows are gashing out of her as sunlight make its way to pass through her petite body.

it was a very refreshing sunday morning where people in the neighborhood calm themselves to rest. after waking up, hana immediately went to her desk to check the newly-made layout her juniors have designed in their university publication press. she noted some of the dull areas and questionable points, she also suggested better color combinations that can be used in the layout design. her juniors quickly responded and followed her advices, making the conversation easier.

satisfied, hana decided to go through her file folder where she puts all of her music compositions; some of it are almost ready for submission. she came across a finished piece, her favorite one. she frowned right after, because this certain composition can't be accomplished without a male singer.

there are many talented male singers on their specialization. however, hana wanted someone who has a unique color, a mix of autumn wind and freshly peeled oranges, as how she describes it. a cold but sweet voice that can suit the lyrics she made and the tone she's trying to accomplish. and its hard to find such, given that the male singers she knows have heavy voices and dark voice colors.

hana bit her lip, thinking if she should just change the concept of the song if she won't be able to find the color she's been looking for.

"aah, don't! don't even think of it." she quickly shook her head and ruffled her hair. she looked through her window and the sunlight flowing through her room. she's thinking of making another song out of it, but dismissed it quickly since she wanted to finish this particular song first before jumping into new ideas and concepts.

she distracted herself by travelling her eyes on the terrace right in front of her window. the familiar man in his twenty's clicked hana's attention. she watched her hang his newly washed clothes on the clothesline.

"he has a very good physique, why doesn't he try modelling?" hana thought. however, she can't dismiss the quiet loneliness that encompass jimin's face and aura.

she has always been seeing jimin on that particular terrace every weekends, either doing errands or doing nothing. but his face always remain the same. the repetitiveness of his emptiness makes hana feel like every weekend is a deja vu. same lonely face, same sunday. it never changed. and the sadness on his eyes is very visible, very pathetic, very light. hana can make a poem out of it, but thinking about his eyes for a longer time makes her gloomy as well.

"a vast monochromatic solitude," she whispered to herself and laid down on her study desk as she watch him. the next thing made her widen her eyes.

while hanging the clothes left on the bucket, jimin hummed to a familiar english song. hana just listened him to do so. jimin has a soft voice fitting on a sentimental ballad song. she closed her eyes as she immense through the cold winds of the tune. after a few moments, the man started to sing the lyrics. her eyes abruptly shot open.

it's as if the sunlight flashing on her room brought the winds from winter. she didn't expect his neighbor to have such masterpiece hidden in his lonesome face. he sings a very sad tune, complementing each and every inch of his well-being.

"oh my god, he's good." hana's jaw dropped when jimin hit that high note lightly yet perfectly, not to mention that he effortlessly did. she then turned on her laptop, her composition document flashed at her. she glanced at jimin again, then back at the laptop, and then to jimin again.