WHAT YOUR FATHER SAYS ✓

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CHAPTER 15
Eine Kleine Nachtmusik — Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

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I found myself at the dance studio today.

I'm surprised I hadn't seen it before. It has always been situated in front of my dad's lonely looking office yet it never caught my eye. from the outside, it's plain with white walls yet something tells me that what happens inside is more exciting than my entire life. music changes one's life for the better.

the truth is, a part of me wanted to see Hoseok again. I don't know what it was but I had a sense of yearning looming in my chest. he's a nice boy I want to be friends with but it wouldn't be possible. things aren't that easy.

I stood at the notice board situated at the entrance. i started to read the countless posters and flyers out of interest, some i skimmed over and some i read passionately in my head. then a warm presence hovered beside me and somehow, i knew it was him. "interested?" he asked in a nice tone.

"yes a little." then, i started a conversation with all the courage and confidence i had. all my life, i've never been surrounded by many people. interacting in society has always been done for me. a part of me wants to be out there in society, do things for myself and experience what books call class and the fight for equality. does that exist? i only know of the society explored in books and i don't know what's real. "you teach dancing?" he has a dancers body. i didn't let my eyes wander.

he nodded, hair shaking. "i was just stopping by."

Hoseok smiled at me. it was polite and i could see small dimples. i liked noticing new things, from his lack of piercings to his smooth voice. "thank you for stopping by."

"my name is Hoseok." it seemed that he had forgotten.

he didn't know my name and i decided to tell him. it was the only polite response and i am polite. "nice to meet you." i shook his hand and he was surprised. do people not do that anymore? "my name is Elisa." his eyes flickered and i saw stars. how is that possible?

he had a nice reaction to my name, his passion for small things is identical to mine. "thank you for the other day."

i liked his thank you's, it was better to hear than sorry's. "for the loaf of bread or translating?" i teased and was slightly surprised by my own behaviour.

"both."

"did you eat it?"

Hoseok laughed, a low chuckle that was shown in his brown eyes. i pushes away my baby curls as i waited for his response. "yes indeed, i made me and my friends some toast."

i was overjoyed. "oh that is so great!"

i think Hoseok thought i was being sarcastic but i was actually happy with the fact that he used my loaf of bread. my gift. he used it for other people's benefit and that says a lot about him.

then, the rain outside of the glass doors started to pour. i didn't sigh as i sometimes would, i smiled because somehow, whenever i am around Hoseok, it rains and it reminds me of the first time he smiled at me. just a stranger.

so i adjusted the grocery bags on my arms and teared my gaze away from the notice board as well as the dancing teacher. i opened up my plain umbrella before starting to step out into the rain. Hoseok was still watching me with careful eyes and softness. it relaxed me, along with the sound of the rain hitting the pavement. "you really need to buy an umbrella dancer."

i laughed when i noticed he had nothing in his hands. it seemed like he wasn't leaving the dance studio anyway.

he didn't move from his spot as he continued to look at me. i didn't feel shy under his gaze, i felt confident enough to meet it. our eyes made such contact that it sent a shiver down my spine and left me with an uneasy aftertaste. he stared at me before one side of his lips turned upwards. "you have a really nice smile." he complimented me and i still don't know if he was flirting with me or not.

the rain was hitting my umbrella furiously as i felt myself blush. "oh wow, thank you."

Hoseok smiled wider at my smile. "i might not know you very well but it seems like it matches your soul." and i knew his words were about to ring in my ears forever.

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i'm writing with lowercase again, my apologies :)