It had been few days since my vocal class performance. But it seemed that everyone on the vocal class hadn’t forget what had happened that day. I kept seeing people glancing at me and whispering, saying something about my performance, while giving me the look as if I was either their new rival or the new rising star that they could admire. I didn’t know whether it was good or not. But it was bothering me to be the center of their attention.

 

“Ji Eun-ah.”

 

The call made me raised my gaze. It was Bomi who called me. I was sitting on the picnic table on the campus park with her and Eun Ji while doing our assignment. I knew it was Bomi because of her shrill voice which was her trademark. “Yeah?”

 

“You are really famous lately,” she said as smirked then glanced over my shoulder, signaling me to turn around.

 

I quickly turned and saw 2 girls looking at me, gasped then whispered as they passed by. Somehow I knew that they were talking about me. I turned back and dropped my head so my hair would cover my face. I felt very embarrassed.

 

“Why can’t they forget about it already?” I grumbled.

 

Eunji quickly stepped in. “How can they forget it? I still got goosebumps whenever I remember your performance. Your voice is amazing. Even the primadonna from Performance Art Department can’t beat you. You should sing more.”

 

For the note, the primadonna that she meant was Soo Jung. I just heaved as I propped my cheek to my palm. Somehow, I didn't feel flattered to be compared with her. I wasn't a performer type unlike Soo Jung. She was so amazing on the stage. Everyone would love her performance.

 

But then, I heard cheers from the yard. I turned and saw some guys were playing soccer there. Doojoon was one of them. I could see him dribbling the ball expertly.

 

“Wah, Doojoon is playing soccer again. Does he ever tire?” I heard Bomi said.

 

Then I saw he scored a goal.

 

“He’s good.”

 

I smiled to hear the compliment words from Eunji. I knew that she was praising Doojoon. But I was feeling proud to hear it.

 

I saw him throwing his fist upward as he cheered then turned. As he turned, I guessed he noticed my presence. He stopped as he looked at me then waved. I smiled and returned his wave. He smiled then back to his game. I lowered my hand.

 

I always knew that Doojoon was good in sports, especially soccer. Back on our middle school time, I remembered that the sport teams often asked him for helping them. He also got some sport scholarship offers. But I couldn’t help but to wonder why he turned them all down and applied to Entertainment Broadcasting department instead.

 

I then noticed that Doojoon was approaching. I straightened my body as I looked passing over him. It seemed that he left in the middle of the game. It was such ashame. I wanted to see him playing the game more. I looked at him as he stopped by our table. He quickly took a seat beside me and exhaled. I just looked at his tired but happy face. I turned my gaze to the table and took my drink.

 

“Want this?” I asked as I offered him the drink.

 

Doojoon turned at me and took the drink. “Thanks.”

 

“Yah,” Eunji called him as he drank. “How many goals that you have earlier?”

 

Doojoon lowered the bottle then thought for a while. “2, I guess.”

 

“Wah, you are really good,” Eunji praised him again then squinted her eyes on me, "unlike the other one."

 

I pouted as I heard her critizied me. I also heard Doojoon and Bomi chuckled. Then I felt a nudge on my arm. I turned my gaze to Doojoon because of it.

 

“So… how’s your assignment for vocal class? I heard that you did it great.”

 

Eunji quickly cut in. “Ya, ya, ya. She’s not just great but amazing. Everyone on the class was dumbfounded by her. You should see her singing. It was breathe-taking.”

 

Doojoon seemed to proud as he listened to Eunji’s compliment. He looked back at me then patted my head proudly. “Yah, our baby is so amazing.”

 

I quickly shoved his hand. “Yah, stop it. I'm not a kid anymore.”

 

He just chuckled then looked at Eunji and Bomi. “Yah, tell me more about her performance.”

 

Then they were talking about my performance while I just looking at Doojoon. And when I saw his face, I couldn’t help but to smile. His expression was very honest, telling me that he was really happy and proud. He looked like a brother who was proud to his little sister. But that was how Doojoon always treated me. Ever since we were kid, he was always taking care of me… just like an older brother.

 

But once my heart ever hoped that he sees me more than that.

 

Over Doojoon’s shoulder, I saw Henry walking toward the building. He was gazing at music sheets with frown in his face. He looked so serious. Probably he was studying his music sheet, I thought. But I remembered that I hadn’t had the chance to thank him for accompanying me. So I thought that it was a perfect time for me.

 

I looked back to the front of me and closed my book. I raised my gaze and saw Eunji was frowning. “Yah, I’m going ahead. I have something that I really need to do.” I held my book then grabbed my bag and slung it on my shoulder.

 

“Where are you going?” I heard Doojoon asked as I wanted to leave.

 

I stopped and looked at him. “Just… to do some business.”

 

Then I left. Somehow I couldn’t tell Doojoon that I wanted to see Henry.

 

I entered the lobby and stopped, thinking about which way I should take. But music rooms were located on the second floor of the building. So I knew where I should be going.

 

As I arrived there, I heard some instruments being played. But they were not Henry’s. I knew about it somehow. So I kept on walking until I saw an open door. I took a peek and I saw Henry was there, sitting on the piano’s chair while looking at his music sheets. He was frowning, probably studying the sheets. He then put the music sheets on the piano and played it. It was his new song.

 

At first, he started out softly. His piano sound was always clear and beautiful. I felt sadness on his music as he played the intro and the first verse then disappointment when he jumped to the bridge. And when he played the chorus, I noticed a hint of anger and frustration on his play. And as the song continued, I caught the feelings very frequently especially on the interlude and the last chorus.

 

“Why are you angry?” I asked out my curiosity as he finished.

 

It seemed that he didn’t expect someone was there with him. He slightly gasped before turning to me. But then, he looked relieved as he saw me.

 

“You can sense it?” he asked as he smiled.

 

“Yes.” I came closer carefully and stopped near him. “I’m sorry to eavesdrop.”

 

He just chuckled to hear my apology. “Why are you apologizing? You don’t make any mistake. Eventually this song will be heard. So don’t feel sorry about it.”

 

I just nodded as I knew that he was right. But I was glad that he didn’t mind if I eavesdropped to his play. “Is it your new song?”

 

“Yes. It’s called TRAP. It supposed to have a lyric on it. But I just feel like wanting to play it instrumentally.”

 

“Ah…” I understood. “It’s good.”

 

He smiled. “Thank you.”

 

Then an awkward silent fell between us. Somehow, I felt that I would need to leave him alone.

 

“Then… I think I should go. I was looking for you to say thank you for helping me on my performance last time. So… thank you.” I bowed then turned, wanting to leave.

 

But…

 

“Wait the second.”

 

I stopped immediately then turned to look at him. He was leaning forward and placed his arms on the piano top. “Yes?”

 

“How can you feel the anger on my play?”

 

I went silent because of his question. I didn’t exactly know why I could feel the player’s feeling. But I already had it since I was young. My feeling could change according to the feeling of the song that I heard. So I shrugged.

 

“I don’t know. I just felt it. When I heard you playing the song, I feel a hint of sadness at first. Then as the song played further, I feel disappointment then the frustration and anger of being caged by something. It's a good song but somehow suffocating.”

 

I saw him smiled lopsidedly as I spoke. When I described the song, I was thinking that he might make the song because of Soo Jung.

 

“Is the song about Soo Jung?”

 

The question just slip from my lips and I caught a glimpse of surprise from him. I quickly realized what I had asked and clamped my mouth with my hand. I felt regret afterward when I saw bitterness on his face. I lowered my hand.

 

“I’m so sorry.”

 

“Not really. You interpreted the song correctly,” he smiled bitterly. “And yeah, it’s about Soo Jung.”

 

“Ah…” I dropped my gaze. I felt awkward suddenly.

 

“But you’re really great to be able to distinguish the feeling.”

 

I looked at him again with those words. And I saw him smiling lopsidedly with a look as if he realized something.

 

“Probably that was why you cried on my class performance.”

 

Aigo, I could feel my cheek heated. I dropped my head deeper. “I’m so sorry about it.”

 

But then, I heard him chuckled. “Well, it’s not that I feel offended though.”

 

I looked back at him.

 

“Honestly, I was feeling appreciated. Prof. Kim told me that the song is not good enough.”

 

I just smiled, somehow feeling relieved. “I’m glad if you feel like that.”

 

“But… I was curious. Why did you cry?”

 

“Ah… that’s…” I scratched my temple and was thinking then. Why did I cry? I remembered that I was touched with the song and I felt that I could understand his feeling. “Probably, it’s because I could understand your feeling?”

 

“What kind of feeling?”

 

“Broken-hearted and wanting to get over someone that you loved the most. But somehow, you can’t do that because you love them so much.”

 

Then he smiled to hear my reply. He looked agree with my explanation. I could see him nodding then mumbling, “No wonder if Prof. Kim said that you got the highest score on Song Interpretation essay.”

 

“Dae?” Who got the highest score on what essay, he said. I didn’t catch on his words.

 

He quickly looked at me again with his innocent smile as he shook his head. “Nothing.”

 

So I tried to ignore what he had said earlier, though I was a little curious.

 

“Can I ask you something? It’s kinda personal. So I hope you won’t feel offended.”

 

“Sure.”

 

“Have you been in love before? So deeply in love until you feel that you won't be able to forget about him.”

 

I was surprised with his question. It was unexpected for me. But I tried to be honest and replied, “Yes.”

 

It seemed that he was surprised with my answer. And out of his surprise, he quickly asked, “Who?”

 

“My first love.”

 

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I deleted the chapter 5-6 because I need to revise them. Please be patient for a while.

I guess you might have known Henry's title song, TRAP, right? And if you wonder about the piano version of TRAP, you can imagine the song just like this: