That One Quiet Kid | Yoonmin

Chapter 17

Sorry if my romanizations are a little off...💜

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I just accidentally went into the last dungeon in a game and had to sit through 2 hours of continuous boss fights one after the other.

My brain is fucking FRIED.

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"너는-내-삶에-다시-뜬-햇빚..."
(Neoneun nae salme dasi ddeun haesbich)

"믿는 게 아냐...버텨보는 거야..."
(Midneun ge anya...beotyeoboneun geoya)

"무언가 깨지는 소리...난 문득 잠에서 깨..."
(Mueonga ggaejineun sori...nan mundeuk jameseo ggae...)

I glared at my notebook and ripped out a page for the hundredth time before I threw it across the room. My trainer glared at me for the hundredth time for making a mess of the studio, before she went back to her own work.

I groaned in annoyance, before I jumped up and stormed out of the room.

I need coffee for this bullshit.

Today marked one week after I told Jimin to come back three days later. I had the beat done...but the lyrics were starting to piss me off. I asked Jimin to try to write some lyrics himself, but what he brought me was unusable chickenscratch that sounded like a child's song. So I told him to go away, much to his annoyance and pleasure at the same time.

But I hadn't had anymore luck than him where lyrics were concerned.

I can't think of anything.

I sighed as I went to the elevator, pressing the button for the first floor so I could head to the cafe across the street, but whenever the doors opened, I saw Jimin inside holding two drink holders.

He rose an eyebrow as he stepped out, and stopped me before I could go in. "What are you doing? Shouldn't you be working on the song?"

"I am. I need some coffee." I grumbled, making him hum.

"Americano, right?" He mumbled, and balanced one of the drink holders on his arm before he pulled out a drink and held it out to me. "I didn't know if you like it hot or not, so I got it cold."

I frowned as I took the coffee. "You got me coffee?"

"Yeah. Your trainer told me you were getting antsy whenever she stopped by the bathroom, so I left to get you a drink to cool you down a bit."

"Didn't think you cared." I mumbled as I took a sip of the coffee.

"Look at it this way. The sooner you get done with this song, the sooner it can get declined and the sooner I'll get a professional to make me a song that will get me financially stable enough to adopt Jiyoon back."

I rose an eyebrow at him. "So you don't think that the song I write will get approved?"

"I don't want it to be approved. I want someone that knows what they're doing to write me a song, not you."

I stared at him for a few seconds longer, feeling a little pissed at him for saying that. He doesn't think I'm capable of writing him an amazing song?

Not wanting to snap at him in a sarcastic way, I muttered a 'thank you' before I turned on my heel and quickly walked away with the coffee. I accidentally slammed the door to the studio whenever I returned, making my trainer jump in surprise before she glared at me.