"We Were Never Meant To Be."

CHAPTER FOUR

It wasn't that Dahyun hated people, it's just that she hated their idiotic behaviour when they were drunk. They always made inappropriate comments and gestures, thinking that if they made her into an object, she'll sleep with them.
Loud music bounced off the walls and made her body vibrate, giving her a slight headache.

'Why am I even here?' Dahyun thought bitterly to herself as she gulped down the rest of the drink Momo made her.

Chaeyoung had abandoned her, Mina had disappeared, Momo was currently doing body shots and Nayeon was currently doing a blunt.

"You look pretty lonely here." A guy told her, his eyes soft. "Hate parties?"

"What gave it away?" Dahyun asked, lifting her cup to her mouth.

"Well, I want to tell you but I need your name first."

"I'm Dahyun." She stuck out her hand.

"Jackson.." He shook it. "Well, I can tell because you're sitting alone in a pretty isolated part of the house." Jackson smiled. "Besides, you've been frowning for the past twenty minutes."

"It's just not my scene." Dahyun told him. "I only know four people here. All who either disappeared or is doing something that's not me."

"What do you mean?"

Dahyun pointed at a now very drunken Momo who was dancing on top of a table and then to Nayeon who took a rather large puff of the blunt before coughing.

"You need to loosen up." Jackson laughed. "Have some fun and let your hair down."

Dahyun raised an eyebrow. "My hair is down."

"You know that's not what I mean, you sarcastic ass." Jackson laughed. "You need to get out of your head."

"What I need is to get air." Dahyun giggled.

"I'll tell you what, Dahyun." Jackson faced her fully. "I'll keep you company outside and you tell me what's going on in that pretty head of yours. Then, if I help, promise you'll dance with me?"

"Deal."

They say on the edge of the pool, their feet in the water. It was almost peaceful, the only noise coming from the party which was inside.

"Here, drink this." Jackson handed her a bottle of Corona.

Dahyun took a grateful sip before sighing. "Have you ever felt really... out of place?"

"What do you mean?"

"Like, no matter how hard you try to fit in, you just can't?" Dahyun explained. "Nothing you do seems to fix the problem."

"Have you ever thought that you shouldn't try?" Jackson asked.

Dahyun shook her head. "Me being myself isn't good enough, Jackson. Not to my father."

"Don't do it for your father then, do it for you."

"I wish my life was that simple." Dahyun let out a bitter laugh. "Since the day I was born, I've always had to be a certain way. My father controlling all aspects of my life, wanting me to become this huge success. To succeed in his legacy."

"You don't want that?"

"No! Of course not! Dahyun snorted, taking a sip before continuing. "I want to make my own legacy, to leave behind a story of my own when I die."

Jackson paused for a while, thinking before asking. "What would you want to do if not your dad's legacy?"

"Music." Dahyun answered immediately. "To compose it. To be able to bring people to tears without words. Without gestures."