My First and Forever
Ep1
Teacher
Does anyone know what the 19th-century violinist Niccolo Paganini's nickname was?
student/s
Does Piccolo do any music?
student/s
Niccolo, not piccolo.
The student that was sitting right in front of me suddenly waved his hands in the air,
Hajun Jeon
It's the "the devil's violinist"!
Teacher
Oh, you're correct Hajun!
Teacher
And, do you know why he is called that?
The student Hajun basically sang the whole music history with his answer.
student/s
Keke, I know that already.
student/s
Why not just go to the art school~?
Teacher
Quiet! Quiet! You can't make fun of your friend when you can't answer!
Hajun Jeon
*gritted his teeth*
Teacher
Well, anyway, great job, Hajun.
Teacher
You all know we have a music class next week, right?
Teacher
It's an easy test, just bring in any instrument and complete a free form piece.
This classmate of mine was about to cry; not that it was my problem.
Kim Dokja
*staring at Hajun*
On the day of the instrumental performance assessment.
Kim Dokja
'this... Is this even music?'
Kim dokja watched his classmates perform, at this rate, it wasn't music.
student/s
*doing a nose float*
student/s
*vocal instrument* AHHHHHHH!
Teacher
'I'm an idiot to expect otherwise' *crying inside*
Hajun walk forward with a voilin in his hand, he quite nervous.
student/s
Oh, what's that?
student/s
Is this your first time seeing a voilin? You uneducated classmate of mine.
Teacher
*bangs the table*Quiet!
Teacher
What piece will you play, Hajun?
Hajun Jeon
I- it's Beethoven's violin Sonata NO. 5 spring...
Kim dokja slumped his head to the side,
Kim Dokja
'that one's tough'
The Teacher had the same thought as Kim dokja, the Teacher also wanted to know what kind of performance he(Hajun) will show.
Teacher
Alright, you may now start!
Teacher
'this one might be my last hope!'
Hajun nodded, he rested the violin in his left collarbone.
As the bow pressed on the string, the violin produced a noise.
Just like the other student's performance, this sound wasn't and will never be called a music.
student/s
Ugh! Wth is this!?
While in Hajun's mind, he was fighting demon.
Every move of the bow made him pathetic, but he couldn't stop for some reason.
Hajun Jeon
'dad was right, someone like me isn't qualified to play the violin...' *grit*
Just as he was about to stop, a soft note in the piano was hit.
Hajun Jeon
*eyes widen*huu...
Kim Dokja
You love violin right?
Kim Dokja
I know it when I hear it.
Every note matched the violin's.
Hajun laugh softly, he placed the bow on the violin again.
YOU'RE NOT PLAYING TO BE JUDGE.
As they start over the piece, everything became magical.
Teacher
'it actually sounded better when Dokja joined in.'
The mix of arco of the violin and note of the piano gives a smooth, gliding melody.
A rhythmic performance that feels like a free form, but follows the score.
student/s
It gave me goosebumps...
Teacher
'even if Hajun, who graduated from an arts middle school is like that...'
Hajun Jeon
Kim dokja... You...
Hajun Jeon
Who on earth are you?
Ep2
Kim Dokja threw the trash bag in the trash can; he groaned as he stretched.
Kim Dokja
'Why did they all have to be excused?'
student/s
I'm sorry, Dokja! But I have a family reunion today, so I have to get home early...*scratches head*
student/s
I'm sorry, dokja bro! We have volleyball practice today,haha!
And a piece of paper couldn't ruin his mood more
"Dear dokja,
I'll skip cleaning today, I have to go and take that new event skin!
Love bro,
Your classmate. "
Kim Dokja
*crumpled the paper in his hand*
Kim Dokja stared at the classroom, messy chairs, crumpled papers on the floor, and desks.
Kim Dokja
I swear I'll tell the teacher if they do this again. (TT)
Kim Dokja went to his seat to get his bag. All the furniture had been clean thoroughly by the pro-dokja-cleaner itself.
The white board was wiped and dried, same as the floor, he even had the energy to put wax on it.
Kim Dokja
Trash clean, check.
As he checked the trash can, the school had a principal that always checked the classroom after class hours when there were no students and teachers anymore.
Kim Dokja
Electric fan, check.
Kim Dokja's face turned into a satisfied grin at the thoroughly cleaned Room.
Finally, glancing at the clock that was above the doorway, he grabbed his bag and secured his books that were used in today's class.
Kim Dokja
*step out of the classroom*
Kim Dokja
Damw, I'm hungry...
Said dokja as his stomach grumbled, signaling that his stomach was empty.
Kim Dokja
'right, I didn't eat my lunch cause of that one teacher' 🤧
Hajun Jeon
Kim dokja, wait a second!
Kim dokja turned his head to the sounds,
Kim Dokja glanced at Hajun; he was panting hard, his head was low, and his hand was on his heart, feeling his heart racing.
Kim Dokja
What's got you so worked up?
Hajun Jeon
Hold on just a second, cough, and look at this.
Hajun shoved a paper in Kim Dokja's face; it was the transfer notice to some apparently art high school.
Kim Dokja read the paper, skimming.
Kim Dokja
'Star Constellation? Who names a school star constellations?'
Hajun Jeon
It's the transfer notice for Star Constellation art high school!
Hajun Jeon
Teacher printed this for me! You know about Star Constellation high school, right?
Hajun Jeon
It's a prestigious school that competes for 1st or 2nd place in Seoul national university's music department acceptance rate!
Hajun Jeon
It seems like there are quite a few spots open for the music department transfer this time!
Hajun excitedly exclaimed to me while the paper was still in his hands, pointing here and there.
Hajun Jeon
Kim dokja, if you're interested... *cutted off*
Kim Dokja
I'm not interested.
Kim dokja turned away after he cut off his classmate, he did not have time for this, his stomach was going to root from hunger.
Kim Dokja
I said I'm not interested. *said while walking*
Hajun runned to get to kim dokja,
Hajun Jeon
Are you planning to go to a music university from a regular high school?
Hajun Jeon
Why would you...
Kim Dokja
What are you talking about?
Kim Dokja
I don't do music, and I'm definitely not going to a music university.
Ep3
As Kim dokja drop hos bag to the floor, he couldn't resist jumping to his bed
Today was no different to the other days, but today he felt extra tired
Not just physically, but also mentally.
Kim dokja stared at his room's roof
He frowns when he remembered what Jeon said to him earlier that day
Hajun Jeon
What the- what are saying? You don't like music?
Hajun Jeon
With that talent?! And you're just going to waste it?
Hajun Jeon
God, if only talent could transfer
Hajun Jeon
I'd kidnap you to give me that🤧
Hajun Jeon
Someone who performs like that doesn't hate music!
Hajun Jeon
Only an idi0t would believe that!
Hajun Jeon
You love music!
He arched his hand under his bed, seemingly finding something
When he felt the box, or rather the bag
Satisfied, he reach for it
Hajun Jeon
You clearly love music! Pursue it with me!
Kim dokja silently lock contact with the violin
Memories flooded in his mind, he asks
Kim Dokja
Why am I like this...?
A memory with kim dokja playing the violin came, he looked so happy
A big difference to the big Kim dokja, who was right now staring at the dusted violin.
And on that memory, someone patted his head, ruffled it until he looked like a cute lost puppy.
But the persons face wasn't clear, it was blurred, as if it was an unwanted memory that even the kid him wanted to bury.
He reach for the violin, only to stop midway
Kim Dokja
I've already decided not to engage in music or anything similar.
Revealed the room was a gloomy light, reflecting kim dokja whos head was lay low, staring at the violin.
Outside the room, shows his foster parents, persephone and hades
Persephone glance at Hades, ever since they adopted Kim dokja as their own
They knew he love music, but after seeing him decline their offer of buying him instruments made them question.
So after that, they went to were they got kim dokja, the adoption center
They got to know that, kim dokjas mother
Whom they don't know what was the name of, abandoned Kim dokja after he failed to win in his music competition
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