Not seeing how he was holding it upside down, his hand motions creating invisible words onto the sheet of paper. When you came into an obviously close distance again, he quickly turned his head away, clutching the pencil between his index finger and thumb. Yet at the same time, his heartbeat was going at it faster than before, faster than the moment he found out when he would graduate. To him, it was as if the most beautiful flower had started to bloom, and just like the colors of nature, the sight of you seemed to have a calming effect on him. While your order was getting prepared, you had no idea how the hardworking man was no longer focused on lyrics, but instead only had eyes for you. Usually, people didn’t drink coffee past a certain time because it would make the caffeine boost last too long. You turned around and walked away to get his order ready and afterward start to clean up a bit, seeing even the coffee shop was closing in an hour or a bit less. “Alright” You repeated with a smile but didn’t write anything down in your notebook, you could easily remember that order and it was calm enough to just take your time and try to remember things by head instead of writing them down and asking for names. He watched how your smile began to evolve into a bit of a bigger one, maybe you even kept in a bit of a small laugh. “I asked if you already decided on what you want to order” you repeated and kept your tiny notebook and pen tightly clutched in your hands, ready to write down the order in case he had already decided. “Ah…” He said and took a quick look at the menu card that had been lying on the table, fitting on the tiny space that was left. “Americano please,” He said, just saying the first thing that came to mind His pencil sped up as he finished the word, only when the word was completely written down, he looked up. “Huh?” he asked softly, only taking in your appearance now as he hadn’t noticed you when he first entered. “Excuse me, did you decide on your order already?” You asked in a gentle voice, not wanting to surprise the man who seemed so focused on writing the words down on an empty notebook paper. Eventually, even if it didn’t work, he got caught up in the process. Instead, he just started to write down words: random words in his head, words that he liked, words of things that he had seen in the surroundings just a minute ago. Writing a song didn’t come easy when things didn’t go well with the audition, it wasn’t an experience he could easily write lyrics about. He lifted the guitar bag from his shoulders and put it down on the chair that would be unoccupied, getting his notebook and pencil so that he could write lyrics while he waited for someone to come and take his order. He moved to the smallest table he could see. The tired feet carried him inside the coffee shop: his eyes slowly but curiously exploring the color of the walls, the decorations, the people present in the same room as him. Coffee shops could always cheer him up, if they had great coffee and a calm atmosphere that was. At least, something seemed to be going in the way he wanted it to go. His body turned around a few times, checking if there was a coffee shop in the area where he walked and smiled once he finally saw one. He got his phone from his jeans pocket and sighed as he saw it was already late in the afternoon, in less than an hour, all of the open auditions would be over, and the waiting lines were too long for him to still wait at the end of the queue. Yet, here he was: going to auditions every single day in order to become a singer. It had only been a week but still he felt as if he wasn’t going to get in any company.īut every agency told him the same thing: “we will contact you.” Looking for a job wasn’t as easy-going as he had expected, his professors always told him his voice was unique and everyone would beg to have a voice like that in their company.
It was the week after he graduated and here he was, going from audition to audition, in hopes that some agency would see his talent, tell him that he was exactly what they were looking for. Taeil walked through the streets of Seoul on his own, the guitar he carried around everywhere was on his back and safely protected by his guitar bag. Still, he sings: “even if it hurts, I’m okay, because I love you” ⋅ Taeil just graduated from his music education in university, as a newly introduced musician, he still has to work hard each day but how is that possible when each day passing day the Hanahaki disease chokes him a bit more. It didn’t work like I wished but I decided to finish it.
⋅ a.n : this is for the person who made a request on the poll, and I just had to create this. ⋅ characters : musician!Taeil x barista!reader ⋅ genre : hanahaki disease au : romance, angst, fluff
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