Finally Home (KPOP Fan Fiction)

01

My class ended about twenty minutes early, so I headed back to my studio apartment right away. I was lucky to finish the rest of my project extremely early this morning with only two hours of sleep, but now I have to force myself to not procrastinate.  I already felt like dropping my belonging, curling into a ball and sleeping, but I knew that sleep is not an option.

                I have no idea how my other siblings managed to graduate from these universities.  Only my eldest sister came to this one and one of my teachers recognized me because they actually came over to my house a couple of times, being an accomplice of my mother.  He’s a nice man, I might say; decently attractive and a year older than my mother. 

                “Dara!”

                Someone called my name from behind me, causing me to halt abruptly and turn around.  I saw Daehyun and waved at him, a wide smile forming on his face right away.  He caught up to me and caught his breath.

                “Hey, Daehyun,” I greeted him casually, eyeing his huge bulging bag.  What the hell does he have in there?

                “I know this is sudden, but would you mind doing me a favor?” I looked up into his eyes and nearly stumbled back by how puppy-like they look.  My heart clenched at the sudden remembrance of another face that did this.

                I frowned, “I have to do my project—“

                “That’s the favor,” Daehyun scratched the back of his neck, “I was wondering if you would work together with me.”

                “We can’t exactly do the same things,” I pulled my lips into a tight line, begging my body to fight off the exhaustion for a couple of hours.

                “Please, Dara?” He grabbed my hand and I gasped. “You’re our top student and I’ve been getting C’s and B’s for everything.”

                “Oh, really?”

                “I have proof,” he pulled out his phone, tapping away quickly.  He showed me the screen and I saw all his classes. “Look at our Musical Arts class.”

                I did—he has a 70 in that class.

                “How the hell do you have a 70?” I exasperated.  I’ve never seen a grade before.

                “That’s the thing—I don’t know.  I’m surprised I’m even placed in a high-end class when my knowledge in this stuff is simple.  I came to become a singer, not exactly a pianist.”

                “This is going to give me nightmares,” I rubbed the bridge of my nose, “Let’s get that grade up.”

                I caught Daehyun’s face light up in an instant, “So, we can work together?!”

                “Yes, Daehyun. We can,” I told him, earning a bone crushing hug from him.

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                “Your composing has no sorts of emotion whatsoever,” I told him in a tired voice.  We were in my studio apartment, me lying on the floor with a bundle of blankets and pillows underneath me.  I already finished all my work and now I’m helping Daehyun who is extremely tone deaf.

                “I only know how to express myself in words,” he whined.

                I sighed, pushing myself up. “How about this: you sing and match the words with the piano.  Everything should harmonize, right?”