Remember Me || [BTOB Ilhoon]

Chapter Thirty-Two

Ilhoon
I often see the concept of love in the movies. It's either the man accidentally bumped into a girl, and then, later on they will fall for each other. Or the girl secretly fell in love with the man ever since childhood without knowing that the man also feels the same.

So, I used to believe that love is just something people made up. That maybe it's just a marketing concept so that companies will gain more sales from people who don't really understand the true meaning of love.

But then she came - like a same old scene in a movie.

Flashback
"Noona! Jaebal. Don't tell Eomma that I will be going to the library. I don't want to attend that party." I whined to my sister on the other line.

"Aigoo. You're such a nerd. Arasso. Just don't come home late. You still have a lot of books to return, what else do you want to read?" She asks.

"I wasn't able to find the book about Plato last time." I said as I made my way to the library.

"Fine. Ilhoon~ah. Next week's your audition, right? Have you practiced?"

Oh shit. Why did I forget about that?

"Yes. I still have time though. I'll be quick so that I can practice my audition piece. Thanks Noona! Byee!" I ended the call and rushed inside the library.

"Good morning Ma'am. Can I ask where can I find the book about Plato?" I smiled at the librarian who seemed annoyed by my sudden appearance.

"Second floor, Philosophy section. End of the left aisle." She answered without bothering to look at me.

I followed the direction and found the Philosophy Section. Knowing that it's at the back of the library; I wasn't surprise to see no one reading here. It was full of thick old books. I smiled at the sight. I love to read and these type of books excites me more.

"Where are you?" I muttered while finding the book.

I'm already at the last row but I can't still find it. I huffed and sat on the floor with frustration. Believing that I have no luck in finding it, I pulled my mp3 player out of my pocket and played my audition piece. I closed my eyes and started humming to it softly.

It was a self-produced rap song. It's always been my dream to be a music producer. I want to create songs that will sell emotions. A song that will make people cry, laugh, and perhaps in love.

The music stop, then I remembered that I forgot to change my mp3 this morning.

"Why did you stopped?"

"Kkamjjagiya.." I looked beside me and saw a girl with a curious face. She's pretty, and I can see from her features that she's not a pure Korean.

"Huh?"

"I said, why did you stopped humming? I was listening and it sounds nice." She smiled which made my heart beat fast.

It's like a scene from a movie where everything's in slow motion.

"I-uh. My mp3's lowbatt now." I showed her my mp3.

"Oh. That's sad." She frowned. I looked at the book she was holding.

"Oh! That's the book I was looking for." I said, surprised to see the book.

"Shhh! She'll tell us to go out." She pressed her pointing finger at my lips to shut me up. She's looking at her back making sure that the librarian is not coming to get us.