Fused harmony

15.

February 5th 2023

(Y/N) woke early Sunday morning, feeling much better than the night before, his eyes red and filled with sleep whilst they were half-lidded.

"Damn, last night sucked..."

He muttered to himself, still feeling a little on edge about the experience. It was a problem he had when in complete silence, his thoughts would creep in, and before he could react to them, he would have already begun the spiral downward. Usually, he'd have his mum around to help him through it. But not this time, (Y/N) did however feel a little proud he got himself through it.

Picking up his phone and alerting the staff he was ready and waiting to leave. (Y/N) rolled his sleeping bag down to his legs, revealing himself, still in his swim shorts from his desperate attempt to hide away. He fished a t-shirt from his backpack and threw it on, along with his hoodie from the day before, eventually leaving the tent to pack away the stuff he had used. He used the remainder of his water from the night before to brush his teeth a little and then poured it on some flowers that were surrounding a nearby tree.

He took a picture of the river in the morning, the sun rising over it and sent it to his little brother, and then took another of himself, back inside the tent for his Instagram. However, shortly after posting it, he realized there were still some streaks of red down his face, and quickly removed the post, slapping his cheeks a little to make his face red and then posting again noting in the description he was a little cold.

Unfortunately. A certain person caught him out before he could change it, and she was worried about him and thus a phone call came through.

{Incoming call: Rachel}

"Oh shit..."

(Y/N) hesitantly picked up the call, already knowing what it was going to be about.

Rachel: Hey buddy. You okay?

(Y/N): Y-yea, Why wouldn't I be?

Rachel: Cut the shit. I saw the picture. I won't pressure you, but I'm here to talk.

(Y/N): I'll text you about it. I don't want to say it on the phone, please.

She hung up the phone, and (Y/N) sent her a lengthy explanation of what had happened the night before. It broke her heart a little to know that he had to deal with something so harsh alone.

Rachel: Poor (Y/N/N), I'll come see you tonight after I've run some errands. I won't tell your mother if you don't want me to, wouldn't want her to worry if you don't.

Soon after, the staff arrived and helped (Y/N) pack up completely. Loading all of the stuff into a van as Mr Seong pulled up in a car.

(Y/N) hurried inside and put his seatbelt on, greeting Mr Seong with a smile.

"Hello, Mr Seong! Nice to see you!"

His manager had been making arrangements with the marketing and its budget for (Y/N)'s album, so had been working away for a little while. The company had reached an agreement and (Y/N) would soon have a few small billboards for his promo.

"How've you been? How was the recording for your YouTube series?"

Mr Seong looked excited to hear how his client was doing. He couldn't recall a time he was this invested in the career of one of his clients.

"It was fun. I got to do a couple of really cool things! I'm looking forward to the next one!"

Mr Seong was glad. Usually, people would have a much harder time adjusting to the harsh workload, but (Y/N) seemed to be coping well. Thriving even. But only time would tell the real story.