voice | kth

r e m e d y ?

      You had been gone all day, taking extra shifts of work so you could earn more pay.

Taehyung was gone to work as well, but he didn't leave as early as you had. He had no clue if you were home when he slipped the note underneath your door.

The thought of him already being bothersome had made him a little upset. It wasn't his fault that he was the most creative with his songwriting at nighttime, especially the late hours.

But he was sometimes forgetful, and he forgot that the walls were so paper thin as he had been told by other people living in the same building.

What you would answer to his note had plagued his mind all day long. He didn't know you were a girl, considering he hadn't even seen you, but then he read your name.

It was a pretty name and he found himself thinking about it;

Thinking about you.

What did you look like? Sound like? He wondered of you were shy or introverted, maybe even anti-social. He hoped you weren't annoyed with him, because honestly he wanted to at least be mutual friends. He knew no one in this building and they were all older people anyway. Taehyung actually had no clue how old you were but he hoped you were young like him.

When you had arrived home, you felt a little better than yesterday. Your bones weren't aching quite as much and you took advantage of that, considering you took an extra shift.

Getting a full night of rest last night was the strangest thing ever to you. It had become a foreign feeling, so much so that when you woke up the next morning, you thought someone had knocked you out. You never woke up once as you slept the whole night and that's what had scared you. Were you finally getting better?

No, it was nothing you did, it was what you heard through your thin walls as you cried last night. That voice...that angelic voice. So deep, and so full of emotion. You hardly remembered the song that was sung, probably because it didn't sound familiar to you at all, but that didn't make it any less comforting.

You felt like your problems had disappeared just for that sweet moment, and without even realizing it, you let yourself get lost in the abyss of calming tranquility.

Opening your door to your not so fancy apartment, you were too busy to realize the note that had been left for you at the door. Stepping on it, causing it to slide halfway under some furniture, you sighed and sat down on your couch. You were so tempted to take a nap, but would you really succeed? The answer was an obvious no. Your brain was far too active for that.

The only thing that had successfully pulled you into a state of empty thoughts and carefree feelings was the voice. That voice.

A sudden urge hit you, an urge to hear it again. You wanted the voice again, at the same time as last night, singing blissfully into your ears and feeding your weary and tired soul.

You really wanted this more than you thought you would have. And so, you waited.

You waited for what seemed like an eternity until the late hours came around, and once again you heard noises on the other side. You heard humming, deep vibrations through the walls and you listened.
It's not like he knew you were right there listening so you saw no problem with it.

Words started to form from his lips, but they were barely audible. You tried to push yourself closer to the wall to listen when you slipped and your head banged against it. He stopped, and he didn't start again.
Truly panicked is what you were when, as you leaned against your wall behind your bed, you heard nothing but silence. Nothing, and you had been waiting for what seemed like an eternity.
Maybe he just wasn't going to sing tonight. You rolled your eyes at your stupid expectations. He was probably trying to sleep and you expected him to be up and singing every night at the same time. Your imagination was ridiculous at times, but you also knew what you wanted, and you somehow just couldn't let it go, so you took matters into your own hands.

Is Kim Taehyung your possible remedy?