imagine this | day6 drabbles

UNEXPECTED DUET

i walked into a bar, the stress of work being lifted off from my shoulders. i slumped into a bar stool, wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants.

"I'll have a scotch on the rocks, please," the bartender nodded, giving me a short cup. i sighed, sipping the drink slowly. in the center of the bar, there was a circular stage, probably taking up a quarter of the bar. i watched as a young man set up some equipment, a microphone and such.

"testing," he spoke into the mic. the patrons ignored him, continuing to talk and laugh. i got bored after a few minutes of watching him set up the rest of the instruments, going back to sipping my whiskey. the noise of the bar quickly died down as the man started singing, and hell, it was beautiful.

"it's been seventeen days since you left, twenty hours and thirty minutes. count the seconds, every breath, and watch the road roll out like ribbon," his voice was soft, yet firm; his heavy korean accent ignored as the lyrics left his mouth, smooth like butter.

"and maybe she just can't forget, all the miles that they have driven, since the moment that they met. he took her heart, into his hands, turned into ashes, slipped through his fingers. it tore him apart, but he couldn't stand, watching the magic, turn into cinders." at this moment in time, i can only focus on the singer. his shaved hair, raven black eyes that shone like stars in the night sky, and the guitar in his hands. The bar is completely silent, everyone stopping their conversations to listen to this mysterious singer.

"so when you pull away, don't let the memories blind you. all of the things you chase, falling away behind you. is something you can't replace, chained to the love that binds you? don't let the past remind you, she's the last of her kind, the last of her kind, the last of her kind," i unconsciously stand up, walking towards the stage. before i even knew what i was doing, i stood beside him. i remembered this song, the one that my parents used to sing to me when i was little.

"it's been twenty-three days since they spoke, and he almost sent a postcard. in every sentence that he wrote, etched like tombstones in a graveyard, and maybe he just can accept, all the strings that needed changing, the mistakes that he was making," i harmonised with him, smiling at him. he smiled back, making me jealous of his gleaming, white, teeth. we sort of clicked, helping each other stay on beat with only looks and body gestures.

"he took her heart," i started.

"he took her heart," he echoed.

"into his hands,"

"into his hands,"

"turned into ashes, slipped through his fingers," i listened as he hummed along with the melody.

"it tore him apart,"

"tore him apart,"

"and he couldn't stand,"

"he couldn't stand,"

"watching the magic, turn into cinders," we finished the chorus, and there was a few verses to go.

"so when you pull away, don't let the memories blind you. all of the things you chase, falling away behind you. is something you can't replace, chained to the love that binds you? don't let the past remind you, she's the last of her kind, the last of her kind," we looked at each other, motioning for one or the other to sing the line. we fell into a harmonization at the end.

"he took her heart, into his hands, turned into ashes, fell through his fingers. it tore him apart, but he couldn't stand, watching the magic, turn into cinders," the instrumental fell away and i sung the verse solo, trying to express as much emotion in my voice as possible.

"so when you pull away, don't let the memories blind you. all of the things you chase, falling away behind you. is something you can't replace, chained to the love that binds you? don't let the past remind you, she's the last of her kind, the last of her kind, the last of her kind." the instrumental bursted back in, and the man's voice creating a very emotional feeling to it, and the instrumental slowly faded as the song finished. there was a moment of silence, then almost everyone in the room stood up and clapped. i shot a grin at the man, feeling grateful that even though i was a bit drunk, i could still sing.

"we should do another duet like that soon," he said to me after thanking everyone.

"that would be awesome! i'm y/n, what's your name?" i asked him, the bright smile on my face being a genuine one.

"i'm sungjin."

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2 hours, 784 words damn

my legs are sore for some reason so i'll just go to sleep

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