Masquerade
Chapter 1
Yoochun P.O.V.
I can't say I was thrilled my first day of college. I was more or less unconscious during the day. I didn't like early mornings…or to be up late at night which had both happened the day before. I moved into my dorm before roaming around campus tiredly. I hadn't really wanted to, but my roommate, Ryeowook, had begged me to go walk around campus with him. He was the one who had gotten me interested in coming to Seoul School of Arts. When I had met him in Middle School, he was the shyest kid I could have ever met, but now he talked non-stop.
Anyway, I am a first year student majoring in the art of Piano. My mother had made me learn when I was a child, when we were in America. It ended up being the only thing I could turn to when my parents ended up getting a divorce. It was a rough time for my brother and me. I still thought about my brother often, who was still in America, while I was in South Korea trying to study as hard as possible to bring my brother back. I loved my brother, and wanted to protect him more than anything else in this world, no matter what it took.
Entering this school had been quite difficult. My mother had always supported me in my interest in music, but my father had been very different about the situation. He had wanted me to live with him, to take over the business he had begun in the United States and go to a college in America to learn about Business Management. My father, as you may have been able to tell, turned out to be a horrible father. He never supported my mother, my brother or me. Now, I avoided him at all costs although there were still times that I couldn't refuse to answer his calls.
Thinking back on it now, I felt worse for my brother. He had been so young when our parents split, and then the custody battle was hard on both of us but he ended up deciding to live with my father. He told me he wanted to see me on a stage one day. I cried a lot, knowing that my younger brother was making a sacrifice for me; it meant a lot to know I had so much support behind me. That's why I had this vow that I would never let him down. In fact, I would work my hardest to bring him back to me, no matter how long or how stressful it got. My brother would suffer because of me, but I would make it my top priority to bring him happiness.
"Yoochun? Are you okay? You've been quiet all day. Were you listening to me at all?" Ryeowook asked, standing in front of me with worried eyes. I looked at him; he could be such a mother sometimes. I ruffled his hair, watching as he tried to get it back in order.
"Let's go eat."
Junsu POV
It's not every day that you get to step into a renowned music school, especially Seoul School of Arts. For me, Xiah Junsu, it was easy to be accepted into an art school. My parents liked to tell me ever since I was born I could sing. I was born next to the sea in a large metropolitan area called Busan. Now that my voice has matured people tell me that it sounds like a dolphin. Throughout my middle school and high school I was always winning awards for music, for singing. I proved to everyone just how talented I was when I was scouted to Seoul School of Arts and today is my first day of school.
The other day I had met my roommate, a silly looking boy by the name of Lee Hyuk Jae. It was funny how even though he was a dance major and I was a vocal major how well we seemed to get along right away. I looked around campus as I walked towards my classroom. I was sure I was getting lots of stares. Ever since my arrival rumors spread and soon everyone knew my name, where I came from, and my reputation for my voice. I ducked into the music building as soon as possible to avoid people's stares. I stepped into my classroom, the first one there, nearly twenty minutes early. I took a seat at the front, excited for the class to start.
I barely took notice as people began to show up and take their own seats in the classroom. It was just a basics class but it was the first class of my college career. I looked around the room, stopping to look at who was sitting in the same row I was. I noticed a lot of women who seemed to snooty to even look at. I looked in the opposite direction noticing a group of men, all talking loudly. For the first time in a long time I felt out of place almost. I turned to look at the front, clearing my throat as I did so. The professor walked in, nothing in hand.
"Today…" He announced loudly, getting the whole room's attention instantly. The room fell to a complete silence. "Is the day where you find out if you have talent…or if you have some talent…" The professor moved on, pausing to glance around the room. I felt his eyes land on me. "Let's start with you Xiah Junsu," The professor left the stage to sit at the side. I was shocked momentarily that even the professor knew my name. I quickly stood up and walked slowly on stage. I looked at the floor remember the place I grew up with and the love my parents gave me. I finally thought of the one thing that made my voice come alive. The thought that my parents were no longer with me, I kept that fact deep down inside of me and only allowed it out through my singing.
"The tears won't stop tonight…Like something you left behind, temporarily forgotten, I miss you…this world without you, trembles in the dark…it'd be nice if this was all just a dream…" I sang only a few lines of my own song. I allowed the students clap as I took my seat.
"Very nice Junsu…very nice… Your own song I assume…ladies and gentlemen this is what talent truly is…" The professor continued on. I listened on intently to every student selected to perform, noting every mistake and the people themselves who seemed to have true talent.
