Drowning in Love [hajeongwoo]

Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten

My ears were filled of unclear screams from the crowd the moment I took a step on the stairs towards the mini stage of the music club hall. I can feel my hands terribly sweating as it trembles so bad. I couldn't keep my chin up, and my eyes having a staring competition with the floor. It didn't help that I keep biting my lower lip, for what reason, I found out I have a stage fright. Just now.

"Are you trying to seduce the floor, idiot?" Jihoon scoffed, his voice were sarcastic and at the same time annoyed.

"Could you maintain a good language here, Mr. Park Jihoon?" it was Yedam, the President of the Music Club. My eyes started welling up, afraid I might end up embarrassing myself again.

"Excuse me," Yedam started saying, "Mr. Park Jeongwoo," he sounded like he was reading my name written on the form.

"He can't sing," I heard Jihoon interrupted "He sucks. So bad." he insulted. I suddenly felt offended, biting my lips more as I feel agitated.

"He wouldn't audition if he can't. Right, Jeongwoo-ya?" Yedam's tone was calm and friendly that it sends me easiness inside my heart.

My eyes met different pairs of eyes—some are smiling, some look annoyed and bored. I tightly crumpled the linen of my uniform, unable to utter a single word as a response.

Yedam's soft eyes stared at me convincing me to speak but my tongue was twisted, nervous as hell.

"Of course he can sing. So well." all eyes drifted on the door as Haruto showed up—sweaty and running out of breath, but a proud smile lingered across his face. The students inside started screaming, cheering for the sudden appearance of Watanabe Haruto. But my eyes were glued at him as his eyes were all focused on mine as well—that ocean eyes, I would love to drown from its deeper.

He gave me a nod, encouraging me to gather the guts I once had yesterday.

"You can do it. C'mon, Jeongwoo." He whispered the moment he was seated in front together with the other music club officers. I saw Jihoon rolling his eyes and mumbling incoherent words, but I didn't care at all, anymore, that time when Haruto's eyes were just set on me.

I heaved a deep breath. Tightly held onto the mic.

"Everybody loves the things you do...."

I sang the different song I practiced with Haruto. I just know this song fits him well... and I know I won't have the courage to confess my own feelings for him because it scares me... the reality is just too harsh, because right from the start, I know it has no point nor a chance.

"....from the way you talk, to the way you move,"

Pleased. I saw it from the eyes watching me. Dismayed. The hatred people have who hated me from the very beginning is too strong. It might be impossible for them to like me.

"Everybody here is watching you, coz' you feel like home, you're like a dream come true,"

Just hang around with me... Haruto might never know, but it means the world to me that he came to me like a miracle.

"But if by chance you're here alone, can I have a moment before I go? Coz I've been by myself all night long, hoping you're someone I used to know..."

Because I'm lonely too. I knew how it feels to be alone. Your eyes, whenever I see it, I know you wanted to be found, to be seen, deep down you wanted to be heard.

I knew to myself I was treated like I'm bound to be alone on my own. That day I lost my dad, I was afraid no one will notice how much misery I am into. But Haruto came... like the same person I see in the mirror—we have the same reflection; sad and grieving over important people's death.