BUSKER BUSKER | DAY6

prolouge 。

| YOUNGK

        It was a cold night. Cups of coffee that Sungjin had me order warmed my right hand a bit as I walked down the streets of Seoul. People were minding their own business here and there. I was too until I heard it- no, I heard him.

        Congratulations, glad you're doing great. Congratulations, how are you okay?

        The familiar tune filled my ears. A crowd began to form a couple of meters away from me. Out of curiousity, I joined them to watch whoever was buskering my band's song. He sounded too good to be ignored in my opinion.

        How could you be so fine? Could see it in your eyes, the same look you gave me that kills me inside.

        - And there he stood with his acoustic guitar, his voice was just as ethereal as his features. He was admittingly attractive but at the same time, had a cute and dorky charm to him thanks to his glasses and blonde hair that kind of reminded me of Chicken Little.

        An attractive, talented and honestly pretty tall Chicken Li- Kang Younghyun, stop. You're straight.... But there isn't wrong with complimenting someone, right?

         Before I knew it, his performance ended. We all clapped for him, I personally was honored that a person this talented would perform my song. He did a small bow then took his guitar, a cute smile on his face.

        "Hope you all enjoyed my performance!" he thanked us. "Sorry if my pronounciation wasn't that good. Korean isn't really my strong point."

        No, I wanted to tell him. It was perfect in my eyes. People began to chant, "One more song! One more song!" but he shook his head.

        "Sorry, I have other places to be. I'll come here next week though!" he bowed again one last time before leaving.

        My phone vibrated in my pocket so I picked it up. Almost immediately, a nagging voice filled my ears. Just peachy.

        "Kang Brian Younghyun! Just where have you been? Actually, scratch that, you're a grown man and I trust you enough to not be at some stupid place. My coffee though? I didn't become this band's leader just to have cold coffee placed on my des-"

        My ears had enough so I hung up. Geez... He can rap better than me when he's mad. Sungjin wasn't wrong though, the coffee wasn't as warm anymore so I left.

        A few more thoughts clouded my mind, all related about the boy I saw earlier. There was something that made me curious about him, just from the way he sang earlier. It sounded so emotional, almost broken even.

        Guess I'm doing coffee runs more often then.