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It was rather a sunny day.
Everything looked fine. The eggs flipped perfectly in the morning. The traffic wasn't so stressing per usual. Thus making the seventeen year old got to her school just in time.
She could answer the teacher's question when she got called, scored a new record of running in PE, and even being one of the five students in her class that scored the highest for the daily physic exam.
It was the perfect day.
For new meetings.
"Kim Hana where are you?" her brother asked her as she stuffed her books inside her locker. She moved her phone to the other shoulder as it made her easier to rearange the inside of her locker.
"I'm still inside. Why? Aren't you supposed to pick me up today?" she replied in a high tone. A chuckle heard as her reply.
"Of course I am picking you up! It's just, I need to attend something right after. But if I had to drop you first, it would take longer, and I'm afraid that I need to be there hurriedly."
"So?"
"So you come with me, and we will come home together right after. Don't worry, I have told Mom about this and she said it's okay. It's Saturday tomorrow, you don't have to sleep earlier tonight."
"Are you dead ass?? Where are we going??"
"You'll see."
And with that, her brother Namjoon hung out.
Hana had no chance to change into something that is not a school uniform, since her brother said the event will last a bit later than usual, so he left her no option but to wear her oversized gray hoodie she brought.
As they stepped into the location, Hana felt as if she weren't meant to be there. It was a night concert festival and everyone looked busy, super cool, and mature. Her brother took her to the backstage, because apparently he was one of the crew. Hana had known that her brother Namjoon ran an evenr organizer venture with his friends, as he was a college student himself. As she heard the conversation between her brother and his friends, she gathered the info that tonight was an indie festival with lots of performing acts under no label.
"Hey Namjoon!"
The ongoing chat paused as they all greeted by a man with three other people, which Hana assumed to be one of the performing bands for tonight.
"Who's that? New girl?" the raven haired man asked.
"No, she's my sister, took her here for her first experience," Namjoon replied as he pulled Hana closer. "Jimin, this is Hana,"
The said man extended his hand, waiting for a handshake. Hana welcomed the firm handshake with a little doubt in her heart.
"Park Jimin,"
"Kim Hana."
The introduction was short, as Namjoon and the others had to get back to work (but he gave her a backstage pass, just in case), and Jimin and his band needed to get ready.
The concert started around thirty minutes after that. There were twenty performing acts in total. None of them sounded familiar to Hana, as she had no such knowledge of local music and what was on the trend. She didn't spend that much time listening to music, for she dedicated her free time in studying for college entrance. She wasn't a fan of anything like this, but also not a hater. And she couldn't deny that she enjoyed the night more than she expected. She mentally noted some of the songs that caught her ears, and promised to herself to make a playlist later when she got home.
To her surprise, Jimin's band was set to perform as the closing act.
He must be so popular, she thought to herself.
And she was right.
As Jimin got on stage to his microphone standee, loud screaming can be heard from whom Hana concluded as his fans. But Hana had to admit, that Jimin was one of a hella good-looking guy. He wore a white t-shirt, with a black leather jacket on the outer. His ripped jeans, and a pair of black loafers screamed rock star of him.
He greeted the audience, which earned the warmest and most excited welcome from them. And the crowd went even louder as the intro started. The strong rhythm of guitar flowed within the atmosphere. As he opened his mouth to sing, like on cue, the audience joined him in sync. The whole mood was heavy, as if Jimin did not sing. He told them stories of longing to someone.
And Kim Hana was stars trucked.
'All your longing words had made me even more helpless
Holding back the urge, of seeing you
So do believe me when I said I do miss you too
I'll come back home, to let go
All those hidden yearnings'
_________________________________________ a.n. i really tried my best in translating the lyrics from indonesian to english without it sounding odd or cringy but nvm
