voiceless meets voice || Junkyung and Haneul
She nodded her head. “So I guess I am special then!” She laughed at her own words then looked at him who was looking down at the floor, sticking his hands in his pockets. She cleared her throat and looked up at the sky. It was nice outside, there were actually stars in the middle of like winter. Surprising, huh? Seoul wasn’t too good when it came to stars but today was different. She was spacing out but then jumped back into the conversation when he complimented her.
“Oh, thank you. I don’t know, singing’s just something I like doing you know? I couldn’t imagine myself not up on stage. Although, I’d love to be somewhere other than a night club. I just can’t seem to find a nice place that’s looking for a singer.” She sighed and wrapped her arms around herself. It was chilly. She looked over at him again and they met eyes. His eyes were a nice dark color she noticed, she liked guys with charming eyes. She looked away and just looked ahead.
Junkyung laughed, eyes still onto the floor. “I guess you can say that then.” Bringing a hand up to rub his nose, he glanced at Sky. Was she freezing? Junkyung observed her a little longer, it was hard to spot her goosebumps under the poor light but when he brought his eyes up to her lips, it was shivering and blue. He thought about shedding his jacket for her but somehow he felt awkward.
“So what brought you to start off with a club? Out of all places. You could have gone for an audition, I’m sure you’re still eligible for those.” Junkyung couldn’t imagine if it was her dream to sing in a club, where all the drunks never took note of her sweet humming. If Junkyung had to count, he — and along with the sober employees in Haru — was the only one who actually appreciated her on the platform they called a stage. It wasn’t even at least nice-looking to be called a stage. If it wasn’t close to midnight, he would bring her to an agency right now.
Still walking, Junkyung wondered when they would reach her house. Gulping down the weird emotions, he shrugged off his jacket and wrapped it around her. “Here.” His hands lingered on her shoulder longer than it should be and when he drew them back, he felt something within melting. It was a painful feeling at first but as it got warmer inside, it felt like cool water to a burning bruise. Falling into curious thought, Junkyung stared at Sky as if searching for the answer in her. What was this feeling?