#prodigy pianist

[thekillogiceffect-blog]

What Happens When a 3 Year Old Genius Takes the Stage?

Today we are checking a very young man by the name of Barron Cheng who is a 3 year old child prodigy pianist! In this video Barron Cheng is  with a full orchestra performing Catherin Rollin's "Love Theme". This is an impressive performance at any age but to be 3 years old with this kind of skill is simply mind blowing! Have you heard of Barron Cheng and his incredible piano playing? Let me know what you think! #music #reaction #review 3 Years Old Baby Barron Cheng - Love Theme https://youtu.be/DppSukG0cBE Barron Cheng YT: www.youtube.com/@UCZs4CMQGiLkdXqeYeQED94w My Social Media: patreon.com/thekillogiceffect https://www.twitch.tv/thekillogiceffect https://www.reddit.com/user/TheKillog... https://www.tumblr.com/thekillogiceff.. thekillogiceffect.weebly.com https://www.facebook.com/thekillogiceffect/ twitter.com/KillogicFilth vk.com/thekillogicefect Join this channel to get access to perks: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC7KATFYYjZG1Zr8eowKdaMQ/join

[cynicalmusings]

concert pianist!xiao is currently on the brain…

[numb3reddays]

I'm so proud of him.

I used to attend the same music academy with him before I officially quit classical piano and my journey of sharing emotions through music to the whole world.

At my last recital, they announced that he was one of 3 young pianists that was picked to become a chamber pianist and train with highly skilled piano and string players.

He has come a long way. Please spread this around.

[phonemantra-blog]

The classical music world mourns the loss of Byron Janis, a legendary pianist who captivated audiences for over eight decades. Renowned for his dazzling technique, insightful interpretations, and vast repertoire, Janis leaves behind a rich legacy that transcends generations. A Prodigy Under Horowitz's Wing Born Byron Yanks in 1928, Janis's musical journey began in his teenage years. After witnessing his raw talent, the legendary Vladimir Horowitz took him under his wing as his first-ever student. This formative period undoubtedly shaped Janis's approach to music, instilling in him a deep understanding of technique and a commitment to artistic expression. Janis's brilliance shone through at a young age. He made his orchestral debut at 16 with the prestigious NBC Symphony Orchestra under Arturo Toscanini. By 18, he had secured a record deal with RCA Victor, becoming their youngest artist at the time. His Carnegie Hall debut in 1948 was met with critical acclaim. The New York Times lauded his "talent allied with the musicianship, the feeling, the intelligence and artistic balance" – a testament to his well-rounded artistry. Championing Cultural Exchange During the Cold War Beyond his virtuosity, Janis played a pivotal role in fostering cultural understanding during a tense political climate. He became the first American artist chosen for the 1960 U.S.-Soviet Union Cultural Exchange Program. This groundbreaking tour showcased American artistry behind the Iron Curtain, challenging Cold War stereotypes. Janis's success in the Soviet Union further solidified his reputation as a cultural ambassador. He later became the first American pianist invited back to Cuba after a long absence, demonstrating the power of music to bridge divides. Unearthing Chopin's Hidden Treasures Janis's dedication to music extended beyond performance. In 1967, he stumbled upon a remarkable discovery – two previously unknown manuscripts of Chopin waltzes. This fortuitous event led to the unearthing of two more waltzes while teaching at Yale University. These discoveries shed new light on Chopin's creative process and enriched the repertoire for future generations. Janis's passion for Chopin extended to a critically acclaimed 2012 recording, the "Chopin Collection." This collection showcased his deep understanding of the composer's style and emotional depth. A Life Filled with Music and Accolades Janis's illustrious career included performances for four U.S. presidents at the White House. He received numerous accolades, including the Commander of the French Legion of Honour for Arts and Letters, the Grand Prix du Disque, and the prestigious gold medal from the French Society for the Encouragement of Progress. Beyond classical music, Janis composed scores for major theatrical productions and even wrote a piece for a documentary exploring the friendship between Gary Cooper and Ernest Hemingway. His resilience also deserves mention. A childhood accident left him with injured tendons, forcing him to adapt his playing style. Later, he battled psoriatic arthritis, a condition he kept private until the 1980s when he became a spokesperson for the Arthritis Foundation, raising awareness for the disease. A Legacy That Inspires Byron Janis's life and career serve as an inspiration for aspiring musicians and music lovers alike. His dedication to his craft, his commitment to cultural exchange, and his unwavering passion for music leave behind a lasting legacy. A selection of Janis's original compositions is scheduled for release later this year, offering a glimpse into his multifaceted artistry. Additionally, his memoir, "Chopin and Beyond: My Extraordinary Life in Music and the Paranormal," published in 2010, provides a personal account of his remarkable journey. FAQs Q: Who was Byron Janis? A: Byron Janis was a celebrated American classical pianist known for his virtuosity, vast repertoire, and insightful interpretations. Q: What was Byron Janis's connection to Vladimir Horowitz? A: Janis was the first-ever student of the legendary pianist Vladimir Horowitz. This mentorship significantly impacted Janis's artistic development. Q: How did Byron Janis contribute to cultural exchange? A: Janis participated in the 1960 U.S.-Soviet Union Cultural Exchange Program, becoming the first American artist to perform in the Soviet Union during the Cold War. Q: What is Byron Janis known for discovering? A: Janis unearthed four previously unknown manuscripts of Chopin waltzes, offering valuable insights into the composer's creative process.

[sistersinmusic]

Described by Fanfare Magazine as "a bold, daring pianist in the tradition of the Golden Age Romantics" &; and praised by the American Record Guide for her "magnificent shading and superior musicianship”. Sophia Agranovich is a multi-award-winning virtuoso pianist, recording artist, and educator. She is a Steinway Artist and holds Bachelor and Master degrees from the Juilliard School, where she taught piano as a teaching fellow. She continued her Doctoral studies at Columbia University. Her live performances and discography have won international awards and rave critical acclaim. A Grammy® balloted artist, she is concertizing at major venues worldwide and collaborating with renowned musicians and members of major orchestras. Her recordings and live concerts are broadcast on major stations worldwide. She is a NARAS voting member, Program Chair of Music Educators Association of NJ, and is the Director ofClassical Music Series at the Watchung Arts Center.

[agentfascinateur]

👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼💜

[nochargebookbunch]

August Blue

I recognized the author’s name, having read “Swimming Home” and “Hot Milk,” but Deborah Levy’s new book August Moon had two more things going for me. It promised a short read, only 208 pages, and it brought back a memory. When I was a preteen shuffling through photographs with my grandmother, I came across pictures of me. But it was not me; it was a cousin in Italy who looked just like me.…

[aoyenhi]

a heem heem whimper

[celerydays]

🏫 College town AU 📚

a bit about the origins of this AU under cut~

This actually came about because I was explaining to some friends maybe a month or two back about my college town:

I went to an art college that was in very close vicinity to two other schools; a liberal arts college (known mainly for their medical engineering program) and a music institute.

Our art institute and the music school were both much smaller so there was some kind of agreement between the three colleges that we got to use a lot of the larger college's facilities, including their dorm buildings, dining hall, meal plan system, their libraries/certain resources, and options to enroll in some classes as well.

Then one of the friends I was talking to simply suggested "OT3/trio AU?" and I literally haven't stopped thinking about it since 😩

So, here we go: art student!MC, music student/pianist!Ominis, and engineering student!Sebastian 📚

Is this dancing a little too close to being way too self-indulgent with art student!MC? PERHAPS. But I dare you tell me that Ominis wouldn't be a posh piano prodigy and Seb wouldn't be an engineering nerd 😤

And leave me to live my fun lil fantasies and delusions lol.

[toskarin]

having more than one craft does wonders for your confidence. can't be the best painter in a room of painters, but I can be the best pia—[the prodigious painting pianist enters] oh no

[crguang]

violinist kafka x her pianist accompaniment reader, courtesy of my 🎹 anon and @shalomniscient’s beautiful brain <3 we’ve been going crazy over this AU since i received the ask today.

R and kafka are childhood best friends who have been playing together since their respective instructors discovered their potential and made them work together on a piece, very much young prodigies in the making who do nothing but hone their skills with the dream of becoming the best in their field. one day, when they’re around 16 years old, R moves away. this bus ride is the last memory kafka holds of them together and she remembers it viscerally whenever she brings an especially complex composition to life, which eventually becomes the source of her recognition and success. this is a goodbye she only understands once she’s lost them.

607. i miss you.

//

You held her hand that early evening on the way to the bus stop on the corner street four minutes from the music academy; your pinky finger loosely looped with hers and in the chill of February, she could feel the rough material of your knitted glove against her own, the one gifted to you by an aunt she doesn’t remember the name of. Fingertips linked like an implicit promise, she spared you a questioning glance at the unusual gesture and you avoided her gaze, making a show of scrolling through a playlist on your MP3 player with your free hand. She thinks of it as holding hands now, because despite your palms not touching at the time, your bodies were connected through that fragile bridge between your fingers and your hands swayed in the air with your unhurried steps. Each of her exhales were made visible by the cold while you kept yours within the confines of the scarf around your neck, you always despised the drop in temperature. Even with the bottom half of your head hidden by the soft fabric, she could read the reservation on the lines of your face. You were keeping something in and it was obvious to her who had known you since that Wednesday you sat in her every-day rehearsal room, patiently waiting with her violin instructor and a faraway look in your eyes. Back then, it had been eight years. Perhaps that isn’t accurate, she has known you a total of eight years up to the present day. That is the only constant between you, whoever you are today she does not know.

Kafka chuckles lowly to herself, a self-deprecating sound. After all this time, she still needs this moment of reminiscence before she dares put the bow to her violin’s sacred strings. If this is what puts her in the state of mind necessary to perform this composition flawlessly, so be it. She inhales long and slow, then exhales quietly through her mouth. She raises her right hand and in one controlled motion, slides the bow over the first note of her instrument. 

The 607 bus was half empty when you stepped on it first. You paid the bus fare and she followed you to the back after doing the same. You took the seat next to a window tainted with water streaks and silently took the violin case from her hands to lay part of it on your thigh, the other half rested on her leg the entire ride home, its small weight shared like the rest of your burdens. She took the earphone you handed her and pressed a little closer to you to see what you were showing her on your MP3. The bus started moving a second later. 

“I don’t want something too loud this time,” you said, scrolling down the music app where you’d created playlists for each other a year prior. 

“Lame.”

“You chose the playlist yesterday, you don’t get to complain. This one is nice.”

You pressed play on a slow song and lifted your head to meet her eyes expectantly as the first melodies reached her ear. She conceded with a nonchalant shrug of her shoulders. You smiled, a soft edge to it, and didn’t tear your gaze from hers for a moment that Kafka now wonders if it lasted seconds or minutes. You looked into her eyes, searching for something she didn’t have the guts to confess, and she looked back at you with the words on her lips. They were often there, sitting just past her lips like they’d fly out of her mouth the instant she opened it, but she found that they were anchored to her tongue and had no plan to leave the warmth of their comfort zone. Her eyebrows twitched in question for the second time that hour, an unsure smile on her face in response to your stare.

“What?”

Her attempt to glimpse into your mind broke the suspended moment. You shook your head somewhat ruefully.

“Nothing.”

You lowered your MP3 and followed the movement with your eyes, avoiding hers once again. She could see something brewing inside of you since that morning, guilt you couldn’t admit to her, maybe, but she didn’t push thinking you would speak up eventually. Instead, she playfully nudged your side with an elbow.

“Practice used up your last brain cells or what?”

“Ha, ha. Like you weren’t the one struggling to keep up with the tempo.”

“Try again, maybe the next lie will be more convincing.”

“Oh, sorry, I forgot Kafka The Prodigy could never make a mistake, ever. I’m only the accompaniment, what would I know?”

“That’s more like it.”

You lifted your eyes to the sky, but the smile that replaced the weird one you were previously giving her was much more brilliant. You glanced at her, then turned your head to the window. An older couple were quietly chatting to themselves a few rows to the left in front of you, their heads leaning against each other, and she spent a minute looking at them while the next song played in your earphones. With the music, it was impossible to catch what one was saying to the other, but that didn’t matter. Their bodies were pressed together like yours with hers, as if huddling for warmth, and the woman was talking with her hands the way you would when you were passionate about a new album you just discovered. She didn’t notice it then, that she was looking for you in others even as you sat next to her. Her world was so small; you and music, music and you, and those hours where the two were one and the same. 

To this day, you are the music she plays. Your harmonious smiles and dulcet voice, they are all within the melodies she borrows from other composers and in a sense, you are always on stage next to her during a performance. In the practice room, Kafka furrows her brows. She feels it mounting in her, that feeling that makes her great, akin to a pulsing heart ascending to her throat until it lodges itself between her vocal chords and she lets the violin speak for her. The climax approaches steadily, she knows that part like the back of her hand. 

She lost interest in the talking couple. You were still looking outside the window at the swaying tree branches and passing cars, and she wondered what was so interesting out there that you couldn’t look at her. She watched your eyelids droop, though you stayed awake and kept staring at the world beyond the two of you. The song in her ear had a bass that followed her heartbeat. It wasn't sad, but you were. Streetlights had come on to balance out the rapidly vanishing sunlight and each one illuminated your features in fleeting rays of yellow, your eyes were hazy and your lips no longer smiling for her, and strands of hair brushed your temple whenever you adjusted your head on the glass. She followed the smooth lines of your brows down to the bridge of your nose, then to the curve of your upper lip. On her lap, her fingers twitched and curled into a loose fist. Her gaze went unnoticed, you were entirely enticed by the world beyond her reach and she was enthralled by the sadness on your face that added years to your current age of merely sixteen. You knew something she didn’t, she was sure of it, but no sound came out of her mouth after she parted her lips to ask. You swallowed, and her eyes flitted to the lump in your throat before settling back on your fluttering lashes. She suddenly perceived a distance between you that made her deeply uncomfortable and that feeling sat on her chest until your bus stop approached and you finally straightened up to look back at her. You smiled weakly, and Kafka spent years regretting not saying anything as you hesitantly patted her closed fist and placed the violin case on her thighs so you could prepare to stand, ringing the bell to announce your stop. She searched your eyes and found nothing but apologies. 

“Playing with you makes me so happy,” you said out of the blue, holding up her stare intently. “You’re really great.”

“I know,” she replied lamely, half-jokingly, “but I like hearing you say it.”

You let out a quiet laugh, the sound weak and breathless. It made her smile nonetheless. 

“You’re gonna be so great, and I’m gonna be great, and we’re gonna be great together. We’ll perform on stage just like we talked about, and in ten years, we’ll be the best in our field.”

“It’ll take me less than ten years. But I’ll wait for you to catch up.”

You gazed at her for the half minute it took for the bus to pull over, searing her playful cockiness into your mind, then you stood and she moved her legs out of the way for you to reach the aisle. 

“Bye, Kafka.”

“See you M…” Her goodbye was interrupted by the soft press of your lips on her cheek, a quick gesture before you rapidly turned away from her and walked out of the bus. “...Monday,” she muttered in confusion. 

She turned to the window as the bus started up again and you waved at her with enthusiasm that felt out of place. Still, she made a disgusted face that made you smile wider, opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue like she was going to puke from the uncharacteristic display of affection. Your figure got smaller and smaller, and she lifted a hand to her cheek to wipe the skin where your lips had been.

The piece is coming to an end. The hardest part has passed and all that is left is a clean finish that Kafka executes perfectly. The final note rings out in the empty room. Her head hangs low for a moment, eyes shut and exhaling slowly through her mouth. She is great and she’ll perform on stage in two weeks. She is not the best, not yet, she’s missing the soothing notes of piano keys to accompany her violin. Kafka chuckles to herself, the irony of this thought is laughable. She smiles, raises her head, and starts the piece from the top. 

[thekillogiceffect-blog]

ELISEY MYSIN 6 Year Old Pianist "In the Hall of the Mountain King" REACT...

Today we are checking out child prodigy pianist Elisey Mysin performing the song "In the Hall of the Mountain King" with a full orchestra. Elisey Mysin is a Russian pianist, composer, child prodigy and actor. He has already quite a lot of accomplishments under his belt with a bright future ahead of him! This performance  was from the closing ceremony of the Astana Piano Passion International Piano Competition in 2017 which he had already accepted an award from for being the youngest performer being only 6 years old at the time! Have you heard of Elisey Mysin and his amazing piano playing? Let me know what you think! #music #reaction #review Elisey Mysin - "In the Hall of the Mountain King" https://youtu.be/n67Rf8NsxdU Official Website: https://eliseymysin.com/ YT Channel: www.youtube.com/@UC62LGY1j1VrMmZS5OE4FnuQ My Social Media: patreon.com/thekillogiceffect https://www.twitch.tv/thekillogiceffect https://www.reddit.com/user/TheKillog... https://www.tumblr.com/thekillogiceff.. thekillogiceffect.weebly.com https://www.facebook.com/thekillogiceffect/ twitter.com/KillogicFilth vk.com/thekillogicefect Join this channel to get access to perks: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC7KATFYYjZG1Zr8eowKdaMQ/join

[sourmiguel]

The PlayLiszt by @dylanssourwolf (wc45729, explicit)

Summary: Dr. Derek Hale is damn proud to be one of the most sought-after specialists in the world; he’s done his fair share of traveling to colleges all over the country to to give insights on the musical structures of some of the most famous pieces of classical literature. While he can't really play any of those pieces, he does have a particular choice of pianist when it comes to listening. Mieczysław. Derek likes to think he’s in love with the guy, even though he's never once gotten a glimpse of the pianist’s face. It’s about the music, the money-makers, and the guy’s hands are plastered on everything. --- Only five people in the world know that Stiles Stilinski, music major at USC, is actually world-renowned piano prodigy Mieczysław. Discovered by accident via youtube video, Stiles has been hiding behind fingerless gloves for about four years in constant paranoia that someone's going to recognize him and it only gets worse when he finds out that the musicologist he's been studying and fawning over forever is an unabashed fan of his piano recordings. Stiles just has to be so careful, because Derek keeps looking at his hands like he knows something...and as much as Scott harps on him to just tell Derek, he can't do it.

As a musician, I super loved this fic. All the songs and references are on point. Also, I love Stiles as a piano prodigy (Dylan's fingers tho). As a romantic, I loved reading this from both of their points of view as well. This is a great read!

[alicenpai]

lost and found children stickers - coming soon... very happy to get some more original merch underway!! learn more about my ocs, if you want, sketch below + some lore tidbits!!

i would love to become more of an original artist over time but putting ocs out there feels like im running out into the world nude LMAO T__T my ocs are so personal to me, and i put pieces of myself in all of them, that it feels so nerve wracking to post.. one day a comic will come..

funnily enough i started this sheet back in june but didnt have time until off-con season to finish em.. i really want to be like those crazy oc creators with 129045894589 illustrations and little trinkets of ocs. soon. some lore: trent & terence are brothers, the twins are fraternal twins (smiles). also there IS a ship in here and once i get over my embarrassment of drawing ships it's gonna be so over for you all!! (joke) i was so brazen with ships pre-2019 but i cant draw it anymore T_T

-- some trivia that didn't make the cut, i was gonna turn this into an info sheet but i couldn't fit all this text in the layout. sorry the trivia is a bit snarky im in a big sam & max phase right now

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Melissa of Giacosa (name pending??) Age: 30 Height: 5'4" (WITH heels) Gender: F Occupation: Noble/ scholar/ philanthropist

Helpfulness: 5 Occultic knowledge: 5

A general people pleaser, and excellent at reading people, but sometimes the responsibilities are all too much… sometimes a girl just wishes to watch the world burn!

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Flynn & Nate of Medeis (real names unknown) Age: 17 Height: 5'6", 5'3" (respectively) Gender: M & F twins Birthday/Asc: Nov 25 (Sagittarius) Occupation: Travellers/ scholars

Luck: 1 Resourcefulness: 5

Uh oh… beware these theatre kids. As travelling magicians (LICENSED), they bring smiles and laughter to all throughout the land. No one really knows who they are, where they're from, or… how many germs they have.

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Terence Nightingale Age: 18 Height: 5'8" (looks shorter due to posture) Gender: M Birthday/Asc: Feb 11 (Aquarius) Occupation: Pianist

Fame: 5 Energy level: 2

Knowing the taste of fame at a young age, Terence now has to carry that burden into adult life. Will age turn prodigy into mediocrity? Will he be crushed under a piano? Will he let himself be sandwiched between twenty bedsheets and a pea?!?! Find out in the next exciting episode…

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Jack Lockhart Age: 25 Height: 5'7" Gender: M Birthday/Asc: Jan 3 (Capricorn) Occupation: Historian

Knowledge: 4 Strength: 4

With a sharp wit and tongue, and an even sharper blade, it might be best to steer clear of this one. Unfortunately, cats like him, so he never gets any peace, ever. --

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Noa (real name unknown) Age: 17 Height: 5'1" Gender: F Birthday/Asc: Oct 30 (Scorpio) Occupation: Seamstress

Scornful gaze: 5 Fashion sense: 5

The word "smile" does NOT exist in her vocabulary. Blending old trends with the new, Noa is an up-and-coming innovator in the world of textiles and fashion. But what tricks does she have up her sleeve… literally?

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Trent Nightingale Age: 25 Height: 6'2" Gender: M Birthday/Asc: Jun 1 (Gemini) Occupation: Biologist

Knowledge: 4 Gift of gab: 5

A rock that ties people together-type of personality, and tries to get along with everyone, maybe to his own detriment. Trent has an unassuming look, but is quite the scholar - he can often be seen with his nose in a book or scribbling away, disappointing those who vie for his attention more as a social butterfly.

[idyllcy]

for all time/lovebrush chronicles boys as cliché tropes

word count: 645

summary: lovebrush boys as cliche tropes !

Ai Yin / Ayn - Competitors - Whaaat? Why not Clarence ?? HEAR ME OUT.

You're a musician. You're like the musician ever— probably a pianist just to piss him off. The two of you always tie first for piano competitions. There's no argument. If he's there, you're there. If he's first, you're first. The two of you are both prodigy pianists and there's no room for argument. Thus arises the issue. Your name is always followed by his— or his name is always followed by yours. You guys hate it. Or so you say. Because when you're missing from a competition for the first time in years, he's very much confused as to where you are, and it almost feels empty without you. Wha— what did he just say? That was definitely not him.

Lu Chen / Alkaid - Deskmates - oh that's so cliché (I know)

The two of you are paired up as deskmates for the year. It's a little awkward at first until you get used to him, and then it just breaks into everyone else eating dog food (third-wheeling). He brings you breakfast because you skip eating it, and you fix his tie when it's crooked... he always picks calls for you when he needs an extra hand, you always drop everything you have to help him... you two are practically dating. Which raises the question. are you dating? Or is Alkaid just taking care of you because he thinks you're forgetful and clumsy? The love letter slipped into your desk seems to say otherwise, though.

Luo Xia / Lars - Arranged Marriage - I didn't think this could get more cliché

You get arranged into a marriage with him for one reason— your family's going bankrupt, so they have to sell their only child to the Luos because like. Idk that's a cliché, it's a trope, IT'S HAPPENING TO YOU. PERIOD. At first you're like terrified and he's super scary and cold and lowkey kind of rude, but he still kind of cares since when you first move in, he has the servants move all of your stuff, and yu almost feel like you're home. He's just not very vocal about liking you though; so when your family's business breaks out of bankruptcy and you're told you can divorce him if you want, and then he's like "no please don't take my spouse from me ☹️" and then next thing you know you're being pampered to the moon and back. (You end up staying with him.)

Si Lan / Clarence - Love at First Sight - HEAR ME OUT ON THIS.

You're an unassuming new student at school, completely unbothered. You do not know he's the student council president. You're just at the nurse's office because your mom's the nurse or smth. Then, he's admitted into the office because he overworked himself on accident, and you're like "errrr I'll help. sure" And what does he see upon first waking up? You. The sun behind your head gives you a halo, and you look angelic. He thinks he's hallucinating. "God, did I die?" "Erm... not quite!" Then you nurse him back to health, and he's having a moment (he can't forget you) but dw you eventually end up together 👍

Ye Xuan / Cael - Brother's Best Friend - you did not (oh yes I did)

Cael, your brother's calm best friend who seems to have no interest in dating anyone at all. Cael, your brother's best friend who's been there for you as long as you can remember. Cael, your brother's best friend who helps you through college hell, voice calm and soothing as you cry about the homework. Cael, your brother's best friend who never lets himself slip when you're around (regardless of how bad he actually likes you) Cael, your brother's best friend who tries his best to resist you when you're on top of him, breath heavy with alcohol and almost drunk. Cael, your brother's best friend who doesn't fight it when you pull him in for a kiss at the door when he comes to check up on you the next day. and Cael, who can't say no to you when you spill out your feelings for him on paper, spilling out his own when you meet up with him.

[bbanghiitomi]

| killing me softly with your song

synopsis: what if you were a talented child prodigy once? living life in lavish, spending years in the spotlight but a tragedy happens and you're forced to leave and hide. what if you meet a super hard-headed girl on the docks? what if you fall in love with her?

— nonidol!guitarist!kminji! × nonidol!pianist!fem!reader

(⁠￣⁠(⁠ｴ⁠)⁠￣⁠)⁠ﾉ (⁠￣⁠(⁠ｴ⁠)⁠￣⁠)⁠ﾉ (⁠￣⁠(⁠ｴ⁠)⁠￣⁠)⁠ﾉ(⁠￣⁠(⁠ｴ⁠)⁠￣)

“miss! hey! what are you doing?!” minji shouts from a few meters away as she spots a girl standing by a lone boat just floating near the docks, staring aimlessly at the sunset, while her hand is gripping the gunwale of the boat, just a gust of wind enough to knock her to the ocean and leave her drowning. minji furrows her brows at how you ignored her. she couldn't believe such a reckless person would just be standing at the edge of the docks and waiting for someone to push them into the sea.

“miss, you can't just stand there, it's dangerous! did you see the waves? if the boat gets knocked over there's a chance you'll drown!” minji continues to express her stress over the stubborn girl standing by the boat surrounded by other boats. if you were to fall over it'll be hard for you to swim upwards due to the boats floating around the area of the water.

minji runs to your direction and from afar you feel the vibration of her platform shoes hitting the wooden floor of the dock, you look behind to see her figure running towards you and you squint, bending your lips to a frown before once again turning your back against her. “please don't ignore me, you really shouldn't be out here at this hour.” minji adds, starting to get frustrated at your stubborn behavior that she couldn't quite understand.

you can hear most of what she was saying but has a hard time forming coherent thoughts of what was clearly said. you step out of the boat, with minji looking intently at your footsteps and guarding you if you ever fall. “careful —” she mutters, in which you shrug her by saying.

“move.” simply just like that you stand on the wooden platform of the dock while she looks at you in disbelief, your eyes still watching the sunset being buried under the dark shadows of the mountain. to your interest, you didn't care about what minji thinks — she is nothing more than a stranger who thinks they know what to tell you. she's just like those other people who think they can boss you around with what you want to do with your life.

minji squints her eyes and frowns. “are you not leaving yet?” she asks, you hear it this time although it was still quite muffled you knew what she is pertaining to.

“why do you care?” you ask her, your frank tone indicating the irritation you get by her constant prying over your business. minji scoffs, shaking her head. “hey, i’ve been calling out to you for the past few minutes because what you're doing is dangerous. did you even hear me?” you glare at her, your eyes narrowing as if warning her with every single word she says.

“i asked, why do you care?” you repeat the question but with a tone harsher than the first time. minji freezes — eyes darting at your eyes and the frown on your lips, unsure what to feel at the sudden nonchalant outburst. she starts to feel how her heartbeat got faster, her hands were shaking and she doesn't understand why she's suddenly so nervous.

“b-because… my family… they own the boat and if you fall over and drown, we’re screwed.” minji’s eyes soften as if she was begging, for you to understand and stop being mean! you stare at her eyes only for a bit, to her brown pupils then to her tall nose bridge. “fine, i’ll leave.” you mutter before leaving, the sole of your shoes tapping the wood surface.

minji watches you leave before following like a tail, you don't realize nor quite hear her but you feel the vibrations of her shoes along with yours. “i feel like you're following me.” you tell her, not even bothering to turn around and look at the tall girl. minji shrugs. “i am, it's dark here and you didn't even tell me your name.” she says, it ticks off something inside of you and you stop walking to take a deep breath.

“would it kill you to leave me alone? or do you want a restraining order against you?” you frankly tell her, expressing annoyance in her pursuit. minji looks at the back of your head and shakes her head. “no… i promise, i’m not a bad guy. it's just because i've never seen your face before and what if something bad happens to you?” minji expressed benevolently, standing still as if waiting for your answer.

“i live in the building standing beside the nakamura suite.” you tell her, your tone is apathetic — you couldn't care whoever this person was, what's her business and what she wants. but you find her amusing, a little — maybe it her persistence, her diligent aura and how she really wants to chase after you as if it'll gain her anything.

minji looks up on the night sky and sees the two tall buildings standing right next to each other, with the nakamura suite being taller and sparkling under the dark skies.

“wow…” she whispers.

“i’m nakamura y/n.” you face her once again, your eyes darting at her pair of round eyes — with a small tug of your lips, you take her breath away.

“i’m kim minji.” she mutters under her breath, left in awe with every second she stands right in front of you.

“you're just gonna stare or what?” your voice is assertive as you ask her.

minji blinks and laughs, rubbing her hands together and finding herself avoiding your distant gaze. “uh, i don't know. i have a car… if you don't mind i can give you a ride.” minji bites her bottom lip in hesitance, embarrassment of some sort — there's a lingering curiosity inside of her stemming from your mysterious presence and the looming aura of elegance.

“i don’t.” you answer her short and quick.

minji nods and leads you to a small front yard, where a old and used car is parked. minji dashes to the door of the driver's seat and grabs the keys dangling by her waist and unlocks the door, she — you couldn't believe it — crawls on the seat and started swatting non-existent objects on the passenger's seat and the backseat.

“...what are you doing?” you ask her, raising a brow at minji — your tone derisive as you speak.

minji groans as she crawls back out of the car and looks at you. “i just made sure it's not messy inside.” minji smiles. you nod and walk your way towards the passenger seat and notice her following behind.

you look at her as you stop in front of the car door and as you were about to reach for the door, minji immediately opens it for you. you take a step back, surprised.

you were about to speak but decided to just enter inside the car and sit properly.

minji runs to the hop inside the driver’s seat and starts buckling the belt. you follow her motions and relax your weight on the seat.

the drive to the building was quiet, you stare at the window outside while the gusting wind continues to blow your hair from your face. it's quite comforting, the scenery of the small houses and the blow of cold fresh air, it's enough to put you in a sense of tranquility — away from the noises of the bustling shibuya streets, screams of greedy people that burns inside your head, banging your eardrums till it hurt, too much.

sometimes, when you stare at a pool of water — it feels like the underwater is calling out to you, for you to jump. the feeling of water surrounding you, where you have nowhere else to turn to, nowhere else to swim but just a shallow water and a surface so far from your reach and you’re close to losing oxygen — the immense strength of the underwater slowly crushing your weak body and the lack of sound that is muffled by the water blocking your ears, everything is all too familiar for you.

that's probably why you were so pulled by the ocean waves around the small boat you were standing on earlier, and the bright sun that's about to set and disappear.

it hits way too close to home.

it's the same feeling of being under pressure, when your fingers are reaching for the piano keys, trembling with every second that passes by and it feels like you're stuck, unable to move or run away because there's just nowhere else for you to hide. you can't hear anything but the muffled noises of chatters from a sea of audiences, watching you from their seats and the light from the chandeliers of the theater is blinding.

suddenly, you can't hear anything.

“...y/n?”

“hey… you there?”

“...here…”

“miss!” you shoot your eyes open when you hear minji’s voice, you look at her with a glare but immediately change expression when you notice her confused expression.

“are you okay?” she asks, you blink and notice your eyes are wet… from tears. you wipe them away as you nod your head dismissively. “...yeah, i’m okay.” you tell her, you look at the window and see the entrance of the nakamura building.

you couldn't help but feel — annoyed, mad or whatever it is you just don't understand, you open the door and close it almost immediately before minji could react.

“y/n!” she calls for you but you have already ran away.

minji sits there, confused and asking herself what just happened but how would she know? it's making her crazy just how odd you were, how odd things are.

CAMPLAB (light music club)

danielle: where was aristotle when all of this was happening?

hanni: wth do you expect aristotle to do?

hanni: plus, calm down kim chaewon is just being dramatic.

hanni: how else would she stop us from being an active band? we don't need validations from prefects!

danielle: i certainly think we do if we want to actually have a degree in the future.

danielle: i just don't understand why she won't let us have the empty clubroom when we’re legitimate!

danielle: i can play drums and you can play bass, minji’s good at guitar! what else does she need?

hanni: minji we know you're online, can you at least help us think!

minji: idk i’m thinking too.

hanni: i doubt it.

minji: i swear i am.

danielle: where were you even at yesterday? i came to visit your family’s gift shop and you weren't there.

hanni: i doubt your rusty car could even travel past the bus stop.

hanni: HA! maybe you were getting it repaired or something.

minji: can you get ur brain repaired too?

minji: let's all be serious, it's the college board’s decision to not allow us. chaewon’s just following the rules, we can't have the clubroom if we don't get our letter signed, we can't get it signed if we only have three members.

hanni: oh god.

danielle: so does that mean we have to recruit? how else would we do that?

minji: geez, idk. maybe play a gig somewhere and find people in our campus who is interested.

minji: i just can't think right now…

hanni: whatever, can we at least meet at the campus park?

“but seriously minji, where were you yesterday?” danielle looks at minji as she speak, minji’s eyes are somewhere staring at nothing… she can't process the present, stuck at what happened yesterday, all minji could think about is you.

“right, i thought you were at the dock yesterday. it's not like a girl is in your business, i doubt any girl would even look at you.” hanni adds, taking a bite out of her bread. minji sighs exasperatedly, rolling her eyes before she scoffs. “can you choke on that bread of yours? you act as if you don't go out your way to get noticed by that loser from the basketball team.” minji bites back.

“she's not a loser, she's ahn yujin! and unlike you she actually knows how to impress girls.” hanni huffs, danielle laughs at the bickering duo before butting in.

“was there a problem in the docks?” she asks.

minji closes her eyes to think, was it really a problem? minji doesn't know how to describe her situation yesterday, she's certainly sure she's isn't dreaming or seeing things.

“kind of, there was this girl who was standing on our boat by the docks, surrounded by other boats. she's just there… unmoving, and i got so nervous because it was dangerous so i asked her to leave but she couldn't hear the first two times i called her.” minji tells the story, the three of time stops by a table around the park’s corner.

“and what happened?” hanni leans on the table, invested.

“she was so, how do i descirbe this? skittish? i don't know. then she got off and just stared at the sunset. i asked her if she was leaving and she aksed my why do i even care. i told her it's dangerous and she repeated the question again. i told her we owned the boat and if she drowns we’ll be in trouble but when she was about to leave i asked her what her name was.” minji continues.

“what was her name..?” danielle asks.

minji looks at her friends. “she said she lived in the building near the nakamura suites, her name is nakamura y/n. i offered to give her a ride on my car to the building and she said yes. but when we stopped, she was crying. i don't know why but then she just ran away out of the car then inside the building.” minji fiddles with her fingers, the two girls look at each other, confused.

“why was she crying?” hanni asks. “did you do something bad!?” danielle points her finger at her friend.

minji shakes her head and puts her hands up. “no! i also don't know why!”

danielle brings her hands down and frowns. “then why?”

“maybe some personal stuff? probably you know? she's just sad.” hanni answers and they all shrug, taken back by the story.

minji was determined to see you again, it doesn't matter where and when but she's sure she'll find you somewhere on this island once again.

she's thrilled by the idea of you, your mysteriousness, the secrets behind your sharp eyes and harsh gazes — the way your lip taks, the words that slip out of your tongue. you're like a rose, tempting but covered in prickling thorns and such a sight to look at, unattainable at a certain point but with enough determination and persistence she can reach out for you, even if it meant shedding blood.

at the football field, danielle forced minji, hanni, haerin, and hyein to all play baseball — even if it meant playing at the wrong place. minji was sure things were about to get nasty when hanni starts hitting the ball a little too hard.

“hanni! there's windows on the other side of the field! if you get someone murdered, it's over for us!” minji warns hanni, motioning to her neck as if telling her they're dead if an accident was to happen.

“oh stop being a bitch! that's not gonna happen i swear!” hanni hisses, trudging her way to the faux home base out of minji’s old chemistry textbook.

and minji knew it, not even after five minutes, with a swing of the bat and danielle’s powerful pitch, the baseball comes flying straight into a window, crashing onto the glass and breaking it apart.

“holy shit hanni!” minji shouts and screams from the other girls are heard, hanni drops the baseball bat and puts her hands on her head. “we're screwed!” she shouts. “shut up!” minji shushes them and looks at the broken window. “i’m gonna go there and be quiet! leave this field and go to the campus park, i’ll be back.”

“minji are you serious?” haerin asks but minji dashes out of the field to the school building.

after scaling the floor and the number of rooms, minji comes to the conclusion that the room might be on the 4th floor and the 3rd room. she runs to the stairs and looks around to see if everyone has spotted her. after securing the perimeters, she rushes to the said room and is met by a sight she couldn't believe had just happened.

you lay on the cold floor, motionless, a pool of blood under your head and there were sheets of music notes scattered around your unconscious body. minji takes a step inside and looks around the room to find the baseball on the corner of the room. she tries to gather her courage and think properly. if the ball is not covered by blood nor is it sitting next to your body, then does that mean something happened to you before the ball hit the window?

and not even the traction of the ball made it possible for it to hit you, as it was too far on the top corner of the window.

she reaches for your body and notices you're still breathing, minji breathes heavily and carries your body outside of the music room. she immediately spots the nurse’s office and calls for help.

“what happened?” the designated doctor of the building asks as she sees your state in minji’s arms. “i don't know, i entered the room and saw her lying motionless!” minji places you on the bed and walks backwards while the doctor examines you.

minji hears the doctor call for an ambulance and she stands there, confused.

“minji, does she have her belongings inside the room you found her? grab it and get inside the ambulance. i’m gonna have to call her parents in the meanwhile.” minji nods and immediately rushes to collect your things you left inside the music room, as she comes back — her eyes land on the music sheets once again and it drives her crazy how they're all crumpled and somewhere ripped apart. she sees your bag and grabs it before running and following the group of paramedics.

as the ambulance rushes, her eyes are on your temple that's covered in gauze, your eyes that are tightly shut. she feels bad, paranoid at your condition but she tries to keep looking at you.

minji’s heart is beating so hard inside her chest and she leans in order to get a better look at your face, she lifts her hand and reaches for your face to push the strands of hair sticking to your face.

“you’ll be okay, i’ll make sure of that.” minji whispers, feeling a sense of responsibility inside of her, the need to protect and keep you safe — yet, she doesn't understand where this feeling is blossoming, it's just there, she knows it's there.

your body shifts, almost surprising her. your eyelids move, and your eyes open to look at minji but there it is again — the bright light blocking your view of her face and the loud ringing of silence, blasting in your ears.

after a while, you're finally safe and the college heads are investigating what happened — they haven't come to a conclusion yet but the whole group chat with minji and her friends is chaotic, all of them thinking they're in trouble.

SEPTIC BANK

hanni: FUCK MY LIFEEEE

hanni: is it really over for us?

hanni: what about my dream of becoming a popstar?

danielle: they're investigating the music room, and the baseball was left by the corner of the room…

haerin: minji didn't take it?

hyein: no, nakamura was lying on the floor under scattered music sheets with a pool of blood…

hyein: she carried nakamura’s body to the nurse’s office and got inside the ambulance with her.

hanni: oh we’re actually fucking dead istg!!!

hanni: I’M A CRIMINAL!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE I MURDERED SOMEONE!!

haerin: you didn't kill anyone.

haerin: somehow i’m sure the baseball wasn't the cause of the accident.

haerin: besides, we can ask minji for some updates as soon as nakamura wakes up.

hyein: yeah, but if they ever find out it's us. we're screwed, she's kazuha nakamura’s sister and from my research they're popular and rich.

danielle: well… they’re the daughters of the owner of the nakamura suites and kazuha’s a well-known ballerina.

haerin: now i think we're definitely screwed.

haerin: how about you plan your migration back to vietnam hanni?

hanni: oh you're not helping are you?

hanni: LOOK i know it was stupid and i am ready to apologize BUT what if they sue me???

hyein: i do believe it's not our fault, look from what i’ve heard y/n’s got some serious problems.

danielle: now you're calling her crazy?

hyein: no! it's just that she's a famous child prodigy in japan, and has played piano since she was born.

hyein: you can go look it up!

hyein: but one day, during a tournament when she was 14 in switzerland, in the middle of her performance she stopped midway and completely blacked out. she sat on the chair unmoving and suddenly she was clutching her ears and crying.

hyein: for 4 more years, she tried to regain her skills back but it was getting harder.

haerin: i heard she’s got some hearing problems.

hyein: YES! that's why she's given up playing piano and settled here.

hanni: what does that have to do with me obliterating her!???

danielle: yeah, i mean maybe she's deaf or something but what does that mean?

hyein: panic attacks, explains the scattered paper all over the floor and ripped pages of music sheets.

hyein: look, i might be grasping on threads here but hear me out! she must've passed out and fell from the chair.

haerin: i get it.

minji buries her face in her palms as she sighs, she can't reply to any of the messages because of the paranoia inside her — she can't do anything while thinking of your situation, she can't just do anything knowing you're still unconscious.

“wake up please…” minji mutters to herself.

as if the heaven heard her prayer, your hand shifts, she takes notice of it and stands up — it hasn't been that long since you wasn taken to the hospital but it already feels like forever.

your eyes open to see minji looking at you, still the light is bright but you were able to make out her facial structures, her long hair and her eyes.

“minji..?” you mutter, minji smiles and nods. “yeah, it's me.”

you remember what happened.

again, alone at the music room and the surroundings felt shallow, your fingertips are trembling as you force yourself to play a piece — you're not even using your ears anymore, you read along the lines of the music sheet following the notes and imagine as if you were playing with the waves of the ocean.

but it's so hard to play music without hearing anything.

you stop abruptly, smashing your hands on the keys — feeling the warm tears prickling in the corner of your eyes as the sound of the keys in unison exploded inside the room, but you couldn't even hear it.

you hate it so much, so much that you grab the sheets of paper and start ripping them apart and crumpling them, shoving them all to the wooden floor. tears continue to pour out of your eyes, as if the room is about to be flooded you couldn't breathe properly and just like that — you lost consciousness and fell.

but, how did minji even find you?

“why are you here?” you ask her, your voice is weak. minji’s eyes soften and you notice the way she looks at you, don't know whether to like it or not, be insulted or comforted.

“sorry, my friend smashed a ball on the window of the music room, i came to get it and saw you passed out with blood. i— i carried you to the nurse's office and the doctor patched you up before telling me to come with you to the hospital. your parents are on the way.” minji explains, she's in a rush — you can only understand a few of what she's saying, because the ringing inside your ears hasn't stopped yet.

“i don't remember a ball hitting the windows.” you mutter, thinking minji might be lying. minji widens her eyes, surprised.

have you forgotten?

“uh what? wait, you don't remember anything —”

“i do. i just don't know what ball you are talking about. i passed out immediately after i fell off the chair.” you tell minji, she nods and is about to add to her explanation when the door opens.

“y/n!” your parents enter inside, minji immediately moves out of the way and to the door — she leaves.

minji hears the sound of the bustling hospital corridors, numerous people walking around, doctors, nurses, and patients. she stands outside your room and looks down to her shoes. now that your parents are here, she figured it was time for her to leave, which — even if she didn't want to yet, she still did.

SEPTIC BANK

minji: guys

hanni: OH MY GOD MINJI

hanni: WHAT HAPPENED????

hanni: AM I SCREWED??

haerin: ur back

haerin: how did it went?

danielle: YOU'RE SAFE!!

minji: i am. i went home after her parents entered her hospital room.

hyein: wait, what did her parents say?

minji: i don’t know, but y/n told me something.

hanni: WHAT IS IT?

minji: she said, she doesn't remember nor know that a baseball hit the window of the music room.

minji: she said, she passed out immediately after she fell off the chair.

hyein: SEE I TOLD YOU

hyein: she panicked and probably lost her consciousness

haerin: does that mean we're not guilty?

danielle: must be, but how are we so sure?

minji: not so sure, they're investigating the music room and tests are still about to be revealed.

hanni: oh…

hanni: ༼⁠;⁠´⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠۝ ⁠༎ຶ⁠༽

minji finds herself standing on the dock where she first saw you, based on hyein’s research — you were really playing piano, and that accident that happened to you was a result of your panic attacks. minji thinks to herself, what happened?

she's so curious, worried or sick — she wants to know so badly, what's the reason why you feel that way?

minji needs to hold you in her arms, rock you and make sure no one hurts you.

but how is she supposed to do that?

she can't even reach you, you're so far from her. like a moth to a fire, she's drawn to your danger — drawn to your fiery and brightness. “i should've gotten her phone number.” minji mutters, hands on her mouth, thinking hard when she can see you again. “but it would be stupid of me to ask her.” she adds.

minji regrets letting you go every time, if only she can grasp you only for a moment and just hold you — it sounds like she's desperate, but seeing you like that makes minji more drawn to you. minji paces around the wooden platform, the sunsets above her, the waves are calm.

when am i going to see you again?

“whoever got that damn baseball on the window will pay for this!” your father grumbles as he paces around your room, you follow him with your eyes as you sit on your bed, a gauze in your temple from the injury you sustained that day.

“i told you, it's not because of the ball.” you tell your father, not even trying to calm him down — you understand that anger blinds him, and he loses his motor skills to comprehend the situation without finding a way to use his power in it. “but there's evidence! the ball hit the window and it hit you!” he argues, you understand his point but there's your own memories that serve you correctly.

you really don't remember a ball entering the music room.

“and that girl, the daughter of the kim gift shop — i know she and her stupid friends have something to do with this.” he adds, as if it changes anything. you can only shake your head in disbelief.

you can't help but think of minji, about when she was inside the ambulance with you — the silhouette in your view.

she really did save you, according to the campus doctor — minji wasn't lying about her entry.

“just a few more hours, we'll receive the reports from the investigation. for now, can you please give some time to think. i need to rest.” you speak, eyes not even bothering to look at your father. it's hard to look at him, even after that incident from 4 years ago, it's still hard to look at his face after he told you your performance wasn't enough.

it kills you, still.

and suddenly the air inside your room becomes suffocating just five minutes after your father left, you're itching to come see the dock again and you're hoping (denying) to see minji once again.

the air feels a lot more like reality when you step your foot in the dock, your eyes are at the sunset — the ocean that illuminates the color of the skies, the sound of waves and the blow of the wind. you feel human once again, like you're actually alive and that you're a person — with feelings and thoughts.

and not just a robot programmed by society and family expectations.

for once you felt like you weren't a burnout.

“y/n..?” minji stands behind you, you turn around and see her — a gig bag behind her, she stands still and her eyes try to look for something in yours. you blink and walk forward. “yes, why did you leave so early?” you ask her — minji laughs sheepishly, blushing and she can't help but feel embarrassed by the troubling warmth of her cheeks.

“uh, your parents, i figured you might need more time with them.” she shrugs and scratches her cheek, you feel something blossoming inside of you — something you think is unfamiliar, something so out of character for you to feel. you can feel your heartbeat racing faster.

“what's up with your bag?” you ask her once again, minki looks at you and smiles. “my band, we have a gig tonight. we're planning to recruit a member for our club.” she answers.

“you have a band?”

“yeah, we kinda suck but you can go and check out our gig tonight with me.” minji smiles wider and you swear it did something to you.

“sounds fun.” minji laughs, grinning.

god she feels like an absolute loser now.

“it is, my car’s parked there.”

your eyes glimmer under the dim lights of the club as you stand by the audio technician’s corner, watching as minji’s band plays their self-made songs as well as covers of other songs. the audiences are cheering and you feel your heart beating at every strike of the drums.

you start to bob your head to the music, you were scared that there might be a time you lose your hearing to the music but you're wrong. you can hear the strumming of the guitar and the slaps of the bass, maybe except for the chatting of the people around.

you feel as if you're actually existing and occupying a space in the earth, even if it’s just a small bit — there's people around and your eyes are fixated on minji's presence.

she's amazing.

you think to yourself, feeling your heart as if it's about to jump off of your chest.

“you did great.” you tell minji, with a small smile — your eyes connect with hers. minji’s heart is shaken up, there's more than just eye contact to your connection with her. minji looks down on her sneakers, then back at you.

“thanks, i hope someone signs to our club after.” she replies, you now understand their situation. it seems like they can't occupy a space in the school if they don't have enough members to complete the requirements for a club application.

“something is still missing?” you hum, her attention is only at you and you only, forgetting the world outside you and her bubble.

“i guess…” she says.

you find her amusing, so amusing that it excites you.

“isn't that y/n nakamura?” haerin, the club owner’s sister — watching you and minji from a few meters away. hanni joins in with a cup in her hand, leaning and squinting her eyes to take a good look. “holy shit it is her!” she exclaims.

danielle smiles. “they look nice together. you think y/n likes minji?”

haerin shrugs. “i don't know. she does look interested though.”

hanni scoffs and rolls her eyes. “ah, i guess lots of girls today still have shit tastes. i can also say she's got that look in her eyes.”

“does that mean we're not guilty anymore?”

haerin looks at her girlfriend. “we still probably are.”

“once y/n and minji kiss, we’re free.” hanni laughs. “cheers to freedom?” she playfully adds, earning whispers from her friends.

minji drives you home, and on the way home — you can't help but feel quite happy to be here with her. maybe her presence makes you feel a little more like yourself. something you are yet to discover once again.

it's that minji’s sheer honesty, her persistence, and her transparency make her such a likable person, maybe you do want her.

do you?

you hop off her car as soon as she opens the door, you look at her and smile. “minji, can i say something?” minji turns around and raises her eyebrows at you. “yeah?”

“i’ll join your band.” you tell her, you watch as her expression brightens — she has this sickening smile on her lips, her eyes shine so bright under the night sky.

“what? really?” minji feels as if the world is turning around, maybe not upside down but it is turning around.

her eyes are staring straight into yours. and just a little, yeah — you feel like smiling, wider than you have ever done your whole life. “yes. i’ll sign the application letter tomorrow.” hanni was right, you do have that look in your eyes.

“that’s great! i didn't expect you’d like our performance.” it was kind of bad if you were going to be honest, it wasn't one of the best ever but it felt so real and raw, it felt like human. there's emotions, there's mistakes, there's intensity and connection.

it was one of the most entertaining thing you’ve ever seen.

maybe that's why you loved their performance, because they were enjoying themselves, so honest and forgiving.

“i did, so much.” you wave your hand at her before making your way to the building entrance but before you maximize the distance between you and minji she calls out your name. “y/n! wait!”

you stop on your tracks but take a few seconds to smile before changing your expression and facing her. there's only a medium gap between her distance to yours, minji lifts her hand and closes it in a fist, then she brings her hand down.

“let's go out sometimes. doesn't have to be a date or anything. doesn't have to be just the two of us… is that okay..?” minji blinks, she's kind of nervous as of the moment — because you were always so unpredictable, in the past few days she's been with you, you're still surrounded by intangible walls.

but she's so close to reaching you.

you smile at her, your eyes glimmer a kind of spark similar to a firework.

this time, minji knows — she realizes and sees behind your eyes, your smile.

“yes, that's fine by me.” you turn around and leave, and minji stands there, motionless and speechless. starstrucked? probably. lovestruck? yes, this might be it.

minji can't help the boiling blood traveling to her face and coloring her cheeks red, the uncontrollable face muscles that contract to form a smile.

minji places her hands on her cheeks and starts breathing heavily, trying to control the pace of her heartbeat, the funny feeling inside her stomach — the way her knees shake.

minji, you must be inlove.