You're not the one | JJK

36| Messed up

[Y/N's POV]

It's been a few months since I got rejected. I thought he'd never text me again but he did. He still does as if nothing happened. What's this? It's driving me crazy. I didn't bring up the topic either thinking it would create another uncomfortable situation. He even apologized to me for being rude because of some small things. Everything is getting over my head. I just wanna dig a hole and hide forever but unfortunately I'm scared of worms.

I had a mental breakdown due to the things that are happening which tremendously affected my social and professional life. I cancelled all comebacks and tours. And over that, my body keeps heating up causing me to sweat for God knows what, making me drink cold stuff more than the limited amount marked for singers. And yay congrats...I've got a sore throat. When I realised that I was on a break for too long, I tried practicing in that raw condition and ended up hurting my throat way more than intended. Well don't get me wrong...I just wanted to be sick for a longer period so that I could give myself an excuse to not socialize. Now I'm this 🤏 close to losing my voice forever and get on the streets because of the sudden end of my career. Being on a break for too long isn't a very good idea for public figures as you can be forgotten easily. It doesn't take the same amount of efforts to put you down as much as it takes to get high. Competition is very high. You pause once to drink water and boom! You're buried under the ground.

"Who gave you the permission to drink 6 shots of ice-cold tequila when your throat is already at the verge of extinction? And as per my knowledge, tequila is to be served at room temperature. I mean it's perfectly fine if chilled shit is your type but it shouldn't be when you're a goddamn vocalist!!" My possessive vocal coach started ranting as I kept my head low.

"Woah bro chill-"

"Chill?? Do you know what would happen if you lose your mfkin career? Not only you but I'll also get down to the streets!! Which other artist would hire a coach who couldn't keep the most sought-after artist healthy?"

"Okay okay fine!! I'll take care of myself okay from now on. Happy??" I assured her.

"You better do!! I've seen you grow up. You should know that I can't bare to see you down. And remember that I'll throw you off some cliff if you cry again!!"

"Oka-"

"And no drinks!!" She said snatching away the bottle of tequila that was about to go down my throat.

"Ahhhhh~ just one more sip!! Pleaseeeeee!!!"

"First you got caught drinking freezing stuff and now you're whining???" She said in disbelief as I pouted.

"Fine....You can go now. I'll just sit here for some more time."

"Promise you won't drink?" She showed her pinky finger.

"Promise! Now go go go!! You've a class with Halsey."

"Hm bye." She glared at me and left.

Now I'm all alone again in a bar full of nasty people. I wonder why I'm not wasted yet. Or maybe I am?

"FloWer fLoWer flOwEr flowrwrrwr FLOWERR~" My phone started making weird noises that could disturb all the people in the bar but fortunately no one cares.

"Oh! It's hOpE!" I smiled looking at the caller ID."

"Y/N please come to Korea as soon as possible." He said in a worried tone. Some more words came out of his mouth following the previous ones which I couldn't understand as they sounded like croaks of a frog due to bad network connection.

"Huh? I'm busy hobaa. I can't come. Bye byeee *hiccup*" And I hanged up smiling, thinking that he called because they're missing me.

"Hehewe *hiccup* no one can live without Miss Y/n hehewhehe" Laughing like a maniac, I didn't notice when I passed out.