i want you hyunjin || hyunlix

4ever

- felix -

my concentration during the music video meeting is completely scattered as my mind continues to reel from chan's suggestion that i help him translate "super bowl" into english. possibly more surprising is the fact i agreed so quickly. the song is supposed to be recorded TOMORROW. the members who don't speak a lot of english looked absolutely horrified at the thought and jeongin was shaking in his boots due to his emotional attachment to the korean version.

     but international stays will love it. "super bowl" and "youtiful" will be the first stray kids songs to be originally in english on an album. this could help stray kids get more international streams and potentially bring in new fans. not to mention how their current english-speaking stays will absolutely eat it up.

     i sigh internally. slumping a bit in my chair as my brain works a mile a minute, already trying to imagine what the english translations could be.

     "what do you think mr. lee?" i hear a woman's voice ask. shit. i pretend that the concentrated look on my face is from thinking about whatever was just suggested and quickly start talking.

     "yes, that idea sounds good. i think stays will appreciate it," i answer, not knowing what i'm agreeing to but hoping my answer makes sense. i don't want to seem like i wasn't paying attention on my first day of the job.

     "alright, 'youtiful' will have an animated music video," mrs. yeom finalizes, marking something off on her tablet. my breath catches in my throat at her words and i quickly look towards the presentation screen.

     animated videos can be hit or miss. i personally had nightmares after the "case 143 (japanese version)" animated video. the style was not something i could easily get used to and i don't believe that style would fit the song "youtiful." thankfully, the animation samples for "youtiful" look much more chill and match the vibe of the song well. i inwardly let out a sigh of relief. thank god.

the music video meeting wraps up as scheduled and for the next hour and a half, hyunjin and i are free to eat lunch together and relax... or not.

before my boyfriend can say or do anything about it, chan's hand is on my back and he's leading me from the conference room to the jyp café. we grab a quick lunch before i'm steered back to his studio to work on "super bowl." as we walk into the familiar room, my phone dings and i open kakaotalk to find a pouty emojicon from hyunjin. i respond with a quick, "i'll make it up to you tonight ♡," before silencing my phone and slipping it back into my pocket.

an hour and 25 minutes later, chan and i are 80% through the song when i realize that he's going to be late for his next meeting if he doesn't get going.

"go! i'll finish up here. i can translate the rest and send it to you to edit later. then i'll log out of the computer and head out. you don't need me for the lyric distribution and vocal practice anyway, right?" i push. i'm encouraging chan to leave even though the project isn't finished and i can tell this is hard for him. he moves to get up but doesn't actually stand, still translating and counting syllables in his head. "come on, mate," i chuckle, reaching out and massaging his shoulders in an attempt to break his work trance.

"i'm going, i'm goinggg," he laughs, finally standing up and walking towards the door. "and your plan sounds great. thanks for your help on the song. i shouldn't have asked this of you so last minute."

"it's no problem. now, get going! you're gonna be late!" he nods a farewell and is halfway out the door when he stops.

"do you have the driver's contact? so you can get back to the apartment safely?" he asks, thinking ahead.

"shit, no. i don't. could you send it t-" before i can finish my sentence, i feel my phone vibrate as i receive a notification. how does he even pull out his phone that fast??

"sent! alright, see ya mate," he says and the door closes behind him.

"bye," i murmur to the empty room as i open my phone and check that mr. ahn's information came through properly. seeing that it has, i add him to my contact list before turning my phone off again and getting back to work.

an hour later, once i've finished nitpicking the section i wrote over and over, i finally get up and stretch. the ache in my back reminds me of all the times i've been too invested in a video game to notice the hours ticking by. i stretch out my legs, arms, and neck as well, before reaching over to log out of the computer. once that's complete, i message mr. ahn and ask for a ride.

     he confirms that he can pick me up and as i wait, i send the file with the newly translated lyrics to chan's email. right as i turn my phone's ringer back on, i receive a message from dex.

dex: heyyy

dex: how've you been??

felix: hello! really good! what about you?

dex: same here! i'm thinking about going clubbing later. would you wanna join?

a wave of homesickness hits me all at once as i realize how much i miss going dancing with my friends back home. i press my lips together as i try to figure out how to decline politely; ultimately settling on the truth... or at least some of it.

felix: ah, that sounds so fun!! i wish i could, but i'm actually in korea right now

dex: you're in fucking korea???

dex: without me??

felix: look, i'm sorry mate ㅋㅋㅋ

felix: next time i'll be sure to invite you!

dex: you better!!

felix: now feels like a good time to mention that i can only imessage you when i have wifi

felix: could we move this to kakaotalk? ㅋㅋㅋ

dex: you don't have to rub it
in, you cunt ㅠㅠ

felix: ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

     we switch over to kakaotalk and the conversation is still flowing when mr. ahn arrives to pick me up. i quickly head out to his car, texting dex that i've got to go.

     "good afternoon, mr. lee," mr. ahn greets me. he is tall and fit, with short, nicely styled, black hair and a sharp jawline. today, he's wearing a black suit with a white undershirt. he looks really good, not in an "i want him" way, but in a "his wife has good taste" kind of way.

"good afternoon," i respond, stepping through the door he opens for me. once we are both settled in the car, he pulls up his navigation.

"to the apartment?" he asks, fingers hovering over the controls.

"could we make a quick stop first?"

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