Chanyeol nodded and started playing the same song they always practiced, Baekhyun closed his eyes taking it all in once again, the sound of the rain blending with Chanyeols guitar. The distant sound of thunder as it came closer, the birds chirping as they bathed in the puddles. All of it was therapeutic to him. He started singing, Baekhyun had made sure to take care of his throat for days like these. Even when he wanted to yell, he stopped himself. He wanted his voice perfect.
Chanyeol stopped playing during the second chorus, looking at him "Baekhyun-ah let's play a new song." Chanyeol took out a small capo from his case placing it on the first fret. Slowly he started playing a different song. Baekhyun didn't recognize it, but it was a ballad.
"I want to take the stars and give them to your eyes." He sang the first lines quietly. His voice was warm, that's the best way Baekhyun could explain it. It felt warm listening to it, even on a cold day. His tone had a roughness to it that made it distinctive. Chanyeols singing echoed around the gazebo, the rain seemed to have slowed down just for him.
He can sing too.... Baekhyun looked at him amazed, Why didn't he tell him? Why did he barely decide to show him? The song changed to a slow guitar solo as Chanyeol ended the song. He looked up at Baekhyun "I thought this song would go nicely with your tone, do you want to try?"
Baekhyun shook his head. "Not after that performance. Why didn't you tell me you could sing?!"
Chanyeol raised an eyebrow "I can't" he lied. It was hardly raining now. Baekhyun frowned.. that was short. Chanyeol put his guitar away and stood up. "Don't move! It's still raining! "
Chanyeol looking at the sky, using his palm as a visor to cover him from the light drizzle. "It's almost over though, I have things to do." He started walking away and then stopped looking back at Baekhyun
"822-" Chanyeol spoke quietly, telling him the rest of the numbers. "It's my cell phone number. I owe you for breaking the deal." He shrugged. Chanyeol waved a small goodbye at him, walking away. 822? shit! he was already forgetting. Baekhyun took out his phone typing in the number. "I'll text you then!" he shouted at Chanyeol.
"Yeah, okay you're ignoring me." He grumbled when Chanyeol didn't turn around.
Baekhyun left the park a few minutes after Chanyeol, completely defeated. Just when he though he was going to learn more about him he leaves. He walked towards a convenience store. Right, he still needed to finish his assignment. They probably had some sort of pencils here. Baekhyun walked into the store, being greeted by a different set of aisles for different necessities.
"Baekhyun!" Miyoung waved at him from the first aisle. Her hair tied in a messy side ponytail, she was wearing an oversized yellow sweater that reached to her knees. She was cute... Baekhyun smiled, walking over to her "Wow! This is the first time I've seen you out of school!"
She grinned, nodding "Weird right? but I like it, I've been meaning to ask you if you'd like to hang out with me one day?"
Baekhyun nodded pursing his lips. "Well, if you're not busy, we can hang out right now? The person I was meeting today decided to bail after five minutes."
"Person? Oh, girlfriend?" Miyoung raised an eyebrow.
"No! No nothing like that, just a friend. Or I guess he's a friend? Is he? I mean he did give me his-"
Miyoung smiled taking his hand and making him quiet down. "Come here!" she pulled him towards the art supply section. Baekhyun was shocked at how laid back she was around him. He wasn't used to that, especially after being with someone like Chanyeol.
"These graphic pencils are my favorite, they're the ones I always use."
Baekhyun grabbed them off the stand, admiring the design. No wonder her work always looked so clean. "Don't tell anyone though." she winked "It's a secret. No one from class come's here for art supplies. they usually go to the actual art store."
YOU ARE READING
The Sound of Rain
RomanceBaekhyun is an art student who meets Chanyeol a mysterious guitar player at the same place everytime it rains, slowly they start to get to know and help each other in ways they never thought they could. -inspired by the garden of words
4 - View from a Tree
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