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Hidden Chapter: Chaeyoung

The first thing we need to do is the chord C. You have to put your point finger on the first fret guitar string number 2, your middle finger will be on the second fret string number 4 and your ring finger will be om the third fret string number 5.

“Okay, basic chord C. Right there.” I said and strums on my guitar strings. “Great, that sounds decent. Should I use a capo? The song’s lower than I thought. Yeah, I should get my capo.” I said again and took off my headset. I turned my chair to check the cabinet behind me but it wasn’t there.

Shoot.

Where did I put it again?

I think it’s on the kitchen. I run upstairs, leaving my basement. Or I call it my Studio with all my guitar collections from the different parts of the world. Whenever I travel, I make sure I buy a guitar from that city as a reminder of their music and culture. It’s always been my hobby to sing and play instruments. Dad finds my skill in playing the piano soothing from his long day at school.

It was Dad’s profession. He is a Music Professor in the university and my love for music is merely because of him. Apparently, tonight he has a school retreat he has to attend to that is why I spent most of evening playing my new instruments I bought in Paris.

Paris.

When I think about Paris, I think about Park Jimin.

Park Jimin has a decent taste on music, I may say. I mean, he said he likes every kind of music and he spends time and attention to actually study and like a certain genre. Apparently, he studied that too because he graduated in Hospitality industry. There is a certain music that should be played at in every meal set up. Whether if it’s a full dining set up, music to be played may vary to lift up a mood while eating. Even in bars or clubs, music should be articulately considered to make his market more suitable for partying. The ambience matters, it’s what he usually say. He co-owns Omelas with Min Yoongi and the way he studied his business to better grow is actually – smart.

Why am I even thinking about him? He’s nothing but a playboy. A man who likes to sleep with a lot of women and run away with it. No wonder he and Taehyung are super close. They are just a bunch of men who are fixated with their every weekend coitus.

I rolled my eyes and just looked for my capo on the kitchen counter. My eyes shifted to the fridge. Okay, I just ate a sandwich 2 hours ago. And it’s currently 2 in the morning. I just had a midnight snack. I can’t have it again. I turned my heels to finally walk back to the basement.

No, I am not eating another sandwich, okay?

I made steps to finally walk away from that tempting fridge but I stopped. I turned around to look at it again. The wide 2-door fridge is filled with these magnets I used to collect in my every trip too. And they are looking gorgeous. I’m pretty sure an apple inside would really look good too. And the wheat bread on the top of the kitchen counter looking like it’s teasing me for a great old French toast.

I really love the ravioli I cooked last night and I have a left over of burrito in the oven.

I sighed. “Oh, bugger.” I whispered to finally walk to open the fridge. The cold air from inside touched my face and my eyes immediately caught that unfinished salad I had for dinner. Okay, I am eating you first. I was about to reach for the bowl when I heard the doorbell rings.

I frowned.

Is it Dad? He is supposed to be home the day after tomorrow? Oh, maybe it’s Lisa. She told me she’ll fix my tires. But—at 2 in the morning? Maybe she stayed late again. She is spending too much time in the office. She sometimes sleep on her desk and I ended up waking her up to get her home. Something’s bothering her, she’s always spacing out in the office.