It was mere minutes till Y/n’s performance on the grand stage of the opera populaire. She stood on the center, waiting for the velvet curtain to raise and expose her to the generous audience.
The music started softly and the curtain rose.
She took in the marvel of being the main attraction of the stage, took a breath and began to sing. “Think of me. Think of me fondly, when we've said goodbye. Remember me once in a while, Please promise me you'll try.”
Her honey smooth voice entranced the audience. They were hypnotized by the beautiful voice and her goddess like beauty. Her S/c skin shone by the lights of the stage, she wore a white ball gown like dress with flowers and beadings decorating all over it. Her hair was in soft curls which bounced ever so slightly. She looked like a musical Angel.
Her song came to an end and the audience rose and applauded loudly, whistling and throwing roses to the stage, which y/n has ever so graciously bent down to pick up as many as she could.
The opera performance was a grand success, Much more than when carlotta is performing, That it was found appropriate for the entire cast to party and drink the night away.
Y/n was in a room, in the opera house that served as a small chapel. There she had a picture of her late father and two candles that she was lighting.
Brava
Brava
Bravissima.
She smiled at the voice that was pleased by her performance earlier that night.This is the vojce she's been hearing for little over a year. This voice belonged to her mentor, who shaped her voice into an instrument, and kept her company within those lonely opera house walls. Made her laugh, told her stories, kept her company.
“Y/n?” Meg walked into the chapel and saw her friend, still in her dress and sitting on the floor in front of her father.” You were amazing today!” She complimented her. “ I have no idea how you do it. Who is your tutor?”
Y/n smiled softly and leaned towards meg “ When your mom brought me here to live, I would always come here and light a candle for my father.” She looked at her father’s picture then back to her friend.” and though it might sounds weird, but I would always hear a voice talking to me when I did. Tutoring me and helping me.”
“A voice?”Meg asked in confusion “ who does it belong to?”
Y/n shrugged and stood up from the ground “ when my father laid on his bed dying, he would tell me of an angel. An angel of music, that would protect me.”
“Do you believe it?” Meg asked walking towards Y/n yo catch up with her.
“ I have no reason to not believe it “ She replied.
She rubbed her arms together.“ every time I sing I feel like he’s there. Here in this room hiding and watching over me.”
“Y/n there's no way that could happen “ meg grabbed ahold of Y/n’s arm and guided her out the chapel. “ you must have been dreaming.”
Y/n sighed and nodded “ perhaps “ she mumbled “ but I still sense him. As if someone is just watching me at all times.” She said looking at her blonde friend.
“Y/n your hands are cold! “ Meg Exclaimed and looked at her face “ You're turning pale! You should probably rest.”
“ I do feel slightly ill.” Y/n said, placing a hand on her forehead. “ Go on ahead.I'll go to my room.”
“ Are you sure?” Meg asked unsurely “ you don't need me to walk you to your room?”
“ she'll be fine. I can take her.”
Meg and Y/n turned to the males voice and saw none other than the patron of the opera.
“Oh!” Meg smiled and winked at Y/n “ I'll leave you two alone then”.
Y/n rolled her eyes at her friend and turned towards jungkook.” It's been awhile.” She said with a soft smile.
Jungkook nodded “ I missed you N/n.” He called her by the nickname that she hasn't heard in years. It brought her nostalgia and memories from beyond. “ You sang beautifully today, and I got these for you” he said handing her a large bouquet of yellow, white and red colored roses.
Y/n smiled thankfully and held the roses with a gentle touch and taking in their earthly aroma.
“ you know, I was beginning to think you didn't remember me “ Y/n said
“ well” Jungkook linked his arm with hers and began to walk down the hallway “ at first I had my suspicions that it was you, but I was for sure certain when I heard you sing “
As the two walked, they caught up with each other. They spoke of the days of sun when they were inseparable as children. The pranks they did to their parents which got them scolded in the end. How the two would dance as y/n’s father played the violin.
Jungkook listened to Y/n speak about her life as a ballerina in the opera and how her life was the last couple of years since they've separated. He couldn't help but notice how much she's changed. His childhood friend was no longer a child, but a strong willed gorgeous woman.
“This is my room” Y/n said halting at her door.
“ Can I see you again?” Jungkook asked, taking her free hand in his.
“You'll see me everyday, rehearsing since you are the patron.” She joked.
Jungkook chuckled “ How about breakfast tomorrow? It'll be on me.” He suggested.
Y/n hummed in thought. Her schedule was open so it couldn't hurt to go out.” Alright. I'll be ready by 9am.”
“Alright, until then “ Jungkook smiled widely and kissed her cheek before running off in the opposite direction.
Y/n sighed and opened the door to her room. She walked inside and put the bouquet of roses that jungkook gifted her on her dresser. The bundle was nothing compared to the ones surrounding her room. Vases upon vases of flowers in every shape and color imaginable, given to her from adoring fans.
Y/n yawned and headed towards her changing screen, which she changed into some long thin stockings, and a thin lacy sleeping gown which reached slightly above her knees. Her final dress piece was a satin robe.
She sat at her vanity and brushed the curls out of her hair.
A voice rang through her room, booming and loud.
“ Insolent boy! Basking in your glory. Ignorant fool, this brave young suitor, sharing in my triumph!”
Y/n sat up from Her vanity. It was him. Her angel of music.
“ Angel I hear you. Speak, I listen” she walked around her room to search for her musical angel. “ please show yourself great master. Grant to me your glory. Hide no longer”
“Flattering child, you shall know me. See why in shadow I hide. “ His voice was soft and smoother than honey “ look at your face in the mirror, I am there inside.”
Y/n turned her head and saw in the mirror the figure of a man, dressed in black and with a white mask covering half of his face.
“ Come to me angel of music. I am your angel of music.” His voice was mesmerizing and hypnotic. It was as if the words he let out wrapped themselves around y/n and pulled her towards him.
She hardly registered the mirror opening and her own movements. She grabbed ahold of his gloved hand and she was inches away from his chest.
Come to me angel of music.