The songwriter burst with laughter, trying to lift the mood but no avail.
"Get out" he motioned towards the door.
"I said get out! Nobody needs you here!"
"I will but I do not regret anything I said" she took her bag and left.
Everyone looked at each other with heavy tension. The songwriter was the oldest in the room, it was rare to see someone putting up against him.
"What? Any more?!" he glanced around.
The younger members looked down, they wanted to speak up so much that they break into a bucket worth of sweat.
But they couldn't.
"I think she's right"
"I'm honest with my music" Seungyoun returned his look, watching the face of the old man tremble with anger.
"How dare you-"
"You know, if you want to step out of this label you can" he spun the pen around, clearly taking the situation lightly.
"Other companies will need someone like you"
"But Seungyoun, your promotion and music- it's all because of his connections that your music reached high streams"
"I said before that I didn't need it" he stood up from his chair, picking up his documents.
The songwriter was left stunned while the others watched him with agitation.
"Oh right, one more thing that bothers me" he paused.
Seungyoun lowered himself to say his last words, glaring at a certain someone.
"I made that song just for her"
"Dismissed" he mumbled before closing the door behind him.
As he was left alone in the room, the old man did nothing but frown to himself. Now he has to look for a place who'll take him in. There's no way that his pride would let him stay in SY Label.
You'll see Cho Seungyoun he tapped his nail against the table.
"Have you seen Y/N?"
"I think she went down the street and took a bus, sir" the reception pointed towards the main road,"Thanks"
"Come on, pickup the phone" he anxiously waited for the connecting signal across the line as he drove out of the parking lot.
"Yes, Seungyoun?"
"What do you mean Yes Seungyoun I told you to wait for me" he responded with an irritated tone.
"I know. I just thought I shouldn't—I don't know I feel out of place"
"Of course you'd feel out of place you weren't involved in the first place, Y/N. But that doesn't mean you should just run out"
"I know I just felt stupid saying such ridiculous nonsense in a professional meeting"
Seungyoun understood so well on how apologetic she was just by listening to her speaking through the phone.
Though he was more relieved that she sounds better than he thought, after all the arguments in the meeting.
"Oh","What is it?"
"Um.. Uh, hold on"
"Y/N, speak" the air turns ominous.
"....I didn't know you invited a guest today?"
He frowned, the relief instantly turned into panic,"I did not invite anyone in, Y/N. I never do that"
"You didn't? Then who is-"
BEEP BEEP.
The line was cut off.
"Shit" he muttered, making a U turn to take a shortcut home.
#My POV
She must be his gir- wait he doesn't have one he said my gaze dropped to the phone that was snatched away from my grip.
"Give me my phone"
"Give me my phone" she mimicked, pouting.
Oh.My.God I would punch her face if she wasn't so pretty.
"Who are you? His maid? His assistant? I can't believe he hired a little girl to do the work aw" she creased her eyebrows in fake pity.
If I could roll my eyes so much, they'd have gone to the back of my head at this minute.
"Why do you work for Seungyoun? His fame? His face?"
"Why are you attracted to him? He's always depressed and sad, even his music reflected him. No wonder he's not that famous anymore"
I glanced to the side, sighing, wanting to shut her chatty mouth.
Patience.
"His music is boring, they are so dark and demotivating, when you hear his music you can't help but get depressed too. That's why he need someone like me"
"I dare you to speak about him like that again"
"Oh?" she teased, playing around with the gadget.
"Just give me my phone back, then we can talk"
"Whoops, sorry" she chuckled, watching me lifelessly staring at the phone that's been broken into pieces.
And there goes my father's gift.
The first and last gift ever.
"I don't mean to be rude but"
"Do you think the world only revolves around you, miss?" before I knew it, my hand reached her collar.
"It's just an old-fashioned gadget, you can get another one can't you? You can ask Seungyoun to buy it for you" she mocked, still manage to flash a smile, panting.
"Well, you're wrong. I don't know who the hell you are or what the hell you are doing here but maybe you should know that your face can't always save you because if you weren't his acquaintance I would've damaged that beautiful face of yours" I whispered to her ear, amused.
"Y/N" I turned around, my grip loosened.
SLAP
A deafening slap landed on my face; another fresh cut surfaced, next to the old ones.
"Seungyoun! She- she—she—tried to choke me!" she fake coughed, along come her crocodile tears.
His jaw tightened,"Get inside Y/N"
"But I didn't d-","Just get inside" he demanded louder, eyes fixated on her.
"Fine"
My legs immediately wobbled as I reached the living room.
That was something else.
"What am I gonna do about this....." I carefully held the broken pieces together.
My shoulders dropped; my eyes darted around the room aimlessly. It felt like I had no strength left to get up.
Upon the sound of the door clicking, I immediately turned around on my knees.
"I'm so sorry for today, a lot of things went wrong and—"
"Wait, Seungyoun?" I yelped as his grip tightened on my wrist, dragging me upstairs.
"I really didn't mean to ruin the meeting or to be rude to your friend, I just thought--- I mean—sometimes—-" words keep fumbling out of my mouth, I've never seen him so rigid and vexed.
It made me uneasy.
Even when we reached the room, Seungyoun turned his back, still refusing to see my face.
"Sometimes I let my mouth speak first before I think—I'm sorry if it affected your debut process or---"
My breath hitched.
It was an unfamiliar feeling.
I was engulfed in a comforting warmth.
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this chapter sucks didn't it? :'))) I wasn't going to continue this because my life has been quite a mess but due to requests, I guess I had to drop something. So I'm sorry if this chapter seems confusing I'm kind of sick rn HAHA.
and thanks to those who reads!
- author