A/N: 

This start of the school year has been really hectic for me, especially since virtually all my classes are weighted. But don't worry everyone, I still love reading and writing, even if it means the amount of time I have for it is cut in half. The one thing I will promise you is that this story will be finished. I hope you can be patient with me until that ending. 

I hope you all are having a good day/afternoon/night and are healthy. I Love you all and thank you so much for reading 💜💜💜

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Outside the music room of an ordinary highschool, there stood a stranger with a choice.

That choice being, to either return to his life of solitude, draped in grey and dust, or, abandon everything he ever believed for a chance to feel something more than mild interest.

But really, Kim Namjoon didn't have the choice at all.

His heart already decided for him, envisioning a life of dreams and splattered nightscapes. Of soft tintinnabulation resembling dreams and piano, of precariously hung stars looking as if they could be plucked. To own that room.

But Namjoon's mind decided as well. Yet there was no room for a piano, or dreams, or stars. Only pale moonlight flooding a page-filled room.

Please! The heart begged. Please! Go back to that room! There's happiness in that room! Laughter! Color! Think of what we could make of that room! To make it ours!

His mind was silent—calculated and judging.

He shifted his stance, yet didn't move an inch.

Finally, Kim Namjoon couldn't take it anymore.

Quickly, before he even knew it, his fingers were brushing against the doorknob of the music room.

He calmed his racing heart and silenced his raging mind, parting the angry seas to make his own path to walk.

For what both his mind and his heart neglected to take into consideration were the people in that room as well.

He gingerly forms his hand into a fist, tilting it back and holding his breath to prepare to knock.

Visions of friendship, delicate camaraderie of trust, and mutual understanding blended together, filling him until he could think of nothing but sugared dreams.

But, he was too late.

A pair of footsteps sounding from the hall whisked his hand immediately back to his side. Quickly, he casually put that hand in a pocket, turning his face to the farthest point away from the music room. He contemplated on whistling a cheerful tune—that was if he knew how to whistle.

We need to go, his mind told him, those books won't read themselves.

The gentle footsteps grew louder.

Namjoon had no choice but to dejectedly follow.

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When an author first introduces a character, there really aren't that many options.

Sure, they could use adjectives to describe their appearances, or even outright say their name. If that author feels particularly brave, it introduces them with an important moment in their memory.

But those won't nearly do for Park Jimin.

The first thing Lee Chaerin and Kim Seokjin noticed about him was the way he moved. Authors often brush over this little detail, perhaps because so many characters walk with no distinguishing feature.

Irregular, and disheveled like a toddler learning how to walk, but graceful and elegant as that of a ballerina. His strides were sophisticated and sleek, but there were regular intervals where he wobbled and almost lost his balance.

One could immediately tell he was a dancer.

Step by step, he glided like water toward them, light as a feather, barely dusting the surface as if he weighed almost nothing.

"Excuse me," came a voice, clear and crisp, "mind if I join you on this lovely afternoon?"

The second thing they noticed about his voice was that it was too flowing to belong to anyone other than a singer.

And the final thing they noticed about him was that he was blind.

Eyes the color of cocoa, frosted with a transparent sheet of white, radiating a frozen comfort. A pool of chocolate dusted with snow.

However, the white sheen layered upon his pupils failed to dilute any of the warmth he gave off, if not amplified it.

With delicate steps, one foot toward Chaerin, one toward Seokjin, he introduced himself.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Park Jimin."

He was someone otherworldly.