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I'm sorry if there're any mistakes, I was typing it on my phone~
aish, it came out quite long~
anyway, enjoy:
Wu Yifan didn't know what he was doing there. He was sure his father himself chose the list of events he was supposed to go.
It consisted of mostly school performances, full of talentless brats who wished being second Super Junior. There it was, another one coming out of the stage, giving Yifan's ears a short break. School's President stepped out and uttered endless praises for the fat brat and announced the last one. Yifan sighed with relief. He shifted in his seat hoping this horror to finally end. He could not believe father put him through this shit just for a little scratch on the red Porsche. He had another two for god's sake so what to be mad for?
He mentally growled and unbuttoned his suit. It was freaking hot in a not air-conditioned hall and it frustrated him beyond expectation. It was impossible to find someone worthy here anyway so what was the point in watching it?
That was what he thought until he heard that voice.
He immediately looked at the pretty boy on the stage. He was slim, pretty, having all features an idol should have but it all was nothing to his voice. Strong, clear, stable in high and unbelievable long notes. It made it's way through Yifan's soul.
It was weird. He forgot about all the inconvenience he was fussing about for the last several hours (or rather weeks, considering it was not his first show at such place). He forgot it was extremely hot today, forgot it was punishment for ruining father's favorite car.
Yifan seemed to be frozen, locked in some alternate universe. Time stopped, surroundings vanished. He saw only that boy, heard only that beautiful song.
"It's okay if I'm hurt for a day and a year like this
It's fine even if my heart hurts
Yes because I'm just in love with you
My bruised heart
Is screaming to find you
Where are you?
Can't you hear my voice?"
Oh, honey. I just heard and am falling as well, he said to himself.
Yifan decided not to wait. He knew the song. Ironically, it was Super Junior's song. More precisely Yesung's. It has to be you. It was really beautiful and he never, ever heard it being sing so good, except from Yesung of course. And Kyuhyun maybe. Which made this young, unknown to no one boy first after the greatest. He had to get him. For the company of course. It's not that he took it too personally, right?
He made it to the backstage before he finished singing. Some stupid old man didn't want him to get through but it couldn't stop him to meet the owner of this golden voice, could it?
He took his card from his pocket and forced the old man to look at it. His father's company's name shut him up and Yifan stepped through the door. What he saw though froze him for the second time. This voice... Was full of surprises, he guessed.
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