Under the Cherry Blossoms (Taejin/Kookjin)

Chapter 1. Ethereal Beauty

TAEHYUNG'S POV

"Where are you, son? You're singing in the bar again? You're supposed to be studying for you exams, right? Are you planning to fail your Anatomy class again? For God's sake, Taehyung! Stop dreaming of becoming a singer. You're not that good anyway. We are a family of doctors! You were born to become a doctor, not a lowclass singer in a lowclass bar."

I hung up the phone. It has always been like this. My dad calling me and scolding me in a middle of a performance. I never wanted to go to med school. I just want to sing my heart out. So, during my free time, I go to this bar just a few blocks away from my apartment. The bar owner was my high school classmate and is a good friend of mine. He knew I love to sing so he encouraged me to perform a few songs here. I am not monetarily paid for my service. Instead, he gives me free drinks.

I thought I can finally have my peace after dropping the call. But my night was shaken by a guy screaming at a man sitting at the table across mine. 

 "After eating 8 cupcakes, you will say that it tasted cheap? that my cupcakes are nothing special? My cupcakes can be brought from a convenience store? Well, fuck you! I should have known that this is a scam."

As I stared at the scene before me, I noticed that the screaming man was flushed with anger. Despite how angry red he is, he is certainly beautiful. His face is ethereal: his sparkling eyes, perfect nose and kissable plump lips. He has broad shoulders that seemed to be wider than the Pacific Ocean, but his waist is slim. I have never seen someone as attractive as him. He is extremely gorgeous but intimidating at the same time.

While adoring his features, I felt something weird in my chest. Everything around me moves in slow motion and in deafening silence. All I could hear is the loud beating of my heart. The sound could be compared to loud tribal drum beats. 

A few moments after, my surroundings turned black. However, the ethereal beauty in front of me seemed glowing. 

And all I could ever see is him.

Only him.

He looks like an angel, a fairy prince. Is he even human?

This is weird. I can't stop looking at him.

What is this I'm feeling?

An annoying voice woke me up from my trance-like state. Everything turned back to normal.

"It's not my fault if you are dumb. Who holds a business meeting in a bar? Well, how about you give me a more delicious treat than your cupcakes? I mean, that's' the real reason why I contacted you, not to do some business bullshit" The man sitting on the table growled. He seemed to be a middle-aged man who loves to fuck around.

The beautiful man sarcastically smirked and answered back, "I would love to smash these remaining cupcakes in your face, but I realized that my cupcakes are too beautiful to be smashed on such a hideous face. Fuck you! Fuck this bar! Fuck fate for messing with my life!"

"Why you..." The middle-aged man stood up and clenched his fist. 

Before he could even punch the ethereal beauty, I got the urge to stand up and ran towards the scene. I grabbed the beautiful man's wrist and drag him out of the bar.

Wow! I feel like a superhero, saving his love interest. 

Wait. I blush at love interest. Is this even love?

As we were far enough from the bar, the guy shoved my hand and stared at me with such intensity. 

I don't know why instead of feeling angry or scared at him, I feel entranced again. His eyes are just so stunning. They glow like the stars in the night sky. What was more interesting though is that they are beautiful but mysterious, which made me drawn to him.

Is this what they call as the red string of fate? 

Is this what they call as meeting your soulmate?

I'm overly cheesy. I should probably stop these thoughts.

Without even saying thank you, he broke our eye contact and stormed away from me.

I should have stopped, but my feet betrayed me. Next thing I know, I was following him. 

I swear to God; why am I being like this? From a lowclass singer to someone who might fail his anatomy exam to a stalker who might get reported for following such a gorgeous creation.

Oh God, I'm following him like a damn stalker. I could seriously get into trouble.

 The guy is right. Fuck fate for messing with our lives!

But if you think of it, the mess seems worth it.