The Truth Untold

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"So you've been learning MIDI since you were just a kid? How did it happen that you fell into musics? Anything inspires you to or was it just coming from your natural passion?" A guy with bulky visual was sitting on black luxurious sofa in the centre of the room, I was also sitting in there in front of him with Chansoo by my side.

"Umm I was born to a musician father and my mother used to be a trot singer back in Daegu. But they had to divorce because two and three things didn't seem to match their personal vision anymore, and I had to live over with my father who happened to love music so much. He would spend the whole day making tunes, finding the right beats, writing aesthetic lyrics when he was in the mood." I noticed the man was into my personal story, as he would have his smiling face plastered to my life story.

"So I don't know, maybe the little me found it interesting, so as I grew up, I personally asked my dad to teach me the basic stage of how to make simple melody, then continued by teaching me how to make a whole song with midi. And this happens for years already after I got home from school I'd go straight to my dad's studio just to play instruments, helping him arranging his musics or anything."

"You were such a passionate kid back then." He gave me the widest smile, like a proud father.

"I still really am, sir." He laughed with that. Earning a loud voice from him, I found it funny so I laughed myself.

"She really is, sir. She would gone for days, locking herself in her room and then come back with a masterpiece. She's really a genius." Chansoo proudly declaring, showing me off greatly to the President of the company.

Chansoo and I weren't having a proper time to talk yet since my arrival here, the minute he saw me inside he ushered me to get into his President's office. Ready for the celebration for finally bringing me in. But something really bothered me for this whole time since I bumped into Min Yoongi at the front of the building. Why didn't Chansoo tell me he worked under the same company as Yoongi?

The interview went smooth as I didn't feel any sign of being nervous when I was with the man. It felt like a common conversation with my father. His warm personality, his hilarious laughter, his lame jokes. One more thing that I liked about him was that he didn't carry himself as someone who own the whole company yet as a humble and very down to earth father-like figure. Making me less-panicky to be around the boss of the company.

"I'm looking forward to hearing more of your masterpieces, Jisoo. You're really a nice kid and I got the good sense in you already. I trust you for this work, Jisoo." He said while standing up, ending the long conversation we had with a satisfied grin along his face. He mentioned about me having to get through some of membership training before officially getting my own membership card as a full time composer here. It doesn't really matter for me since I would be doing what I usually be doing daily. And plus, Chansoo would be there with me. He'd help me in case I throw myself into touble. Well, you better not, Jisoo.

I stood up myself, following him, excusing myself out of his well-decorated office. The minute I was outside, I crossed my arms in front of my chest, turning to the boy who has been with me since then. He wore this innocent looks on him when I was about to throw tantrum on him for not telling me about Yoongi in the first place.

"What?" He rubbed his temple lightly, feeling the change of my expression. "Seriously, what?"

I leaned againts the door, hands still crossed tightly againts my chest. He spoke no words still even when I kept staring at him with my unusual stare.