¢нιмє ⌈ˢᵘᶰᵍᵍʸᵘ ﹠ ᵗᵃᵉʰʸᵘᶰᵍ⌋
There were plenty of ways to entertain yourself if one simply bothered to look around, put a little bit of effort into looking for more than a visit to the cafe you frequented or a bar downtown. Neither of which he deemed a bad idea but Taehyung craved for new stimulants every so often, going out of his way to dig anything up if it meant he’d get to spend a couple hours away from the rest of the world– Eden. From worries and your every day tasks, what have you.
This lead him to a low key establishment on the side of a building towering along rows of others, surprisingly spacey but carrying a cosy air to it when he entered, unsure what he had walked into when instead of a song blaring on the background someone was singing live, honest to god gorgeous voice infiltrating ears which reeled him in and convinced Taehyung this had to be his best found yet.
He was so transfixed on the show the student had failed to order anything when taking a seat, attention on the man filling the space of the small stage and the room as a whole. What really got him however was the colour emitted by his voice, a pure green trailing in the air and above heads of people, only thing stealing his focus for long enough moment he forgot what, who, had produced it.
All good things come to an end, unfortunately. Two more songs later the guy speaks a few words of thanks and steps down from the stage, leaving him wanting to hear more and questions filling head. Taehyung doesn’t mean to walk up to him, not really, but he’s at the counter now himself to order and the singer is standing right there so the words kind of just slip out on their own accord. “Your voice is really green. It’s kinda soothing– energetic too! I like it.”
There was something about this venue he loved, it wasn’t a big club but something about the smaller places were more conducive to him easily losing himself in the music. Sure the microphone smelled like coffee and the acoustics weren’t exactly legendary but up here on a small stage, it was just him and the music. There was no pounding beat, no distracting jostle of bodies in a crowd.
Of course no gig lasts forever, but even as he was wrapping up the last song he was still ridding performance adrenaline. He gave the small crowd his most charming smile and thanked them before making his retreat. Whipping the sweat from his brow Sunggyu approaches the counter, nodding at one of the servers and he scanned for the owner. Finding instead a voice, words directed at him.
Blinking Sunggyu turns his attention to the man, doing his best to mask the confusion in his voice as he responds. “Thanks…” I think? He had no idea what the young man was talking about but it sounded like a compliment and while he loved getting them, he never knew how to respond to them. Especially color based ones. He doesn’t speak for a moment, thinking. He didn’t recognize every face at his gigs of course, the crowd changed too often, it wasn’t like he had groupies or anything…
Still the way he spoke it seemed likely he was a new customer. “I take it you don’t come here very often?” He had a fairly steady gig here, though it wasn’t an assurance… and his schedule kept changing, trouble with being his own manager. What he wouldn’t give to have her back again!
