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POUR UP, 002
❛⠀just take my hand my baby⠀❜THE PLUSH headphones sit atop the busy man's head as his angelic voice flies through the recording room. Dean has been recording vocals over the melodic tracks all morning and hadn't planned to stop. Alas, he didn't account for his troubling thoughts distracting him.
The separation still leans heavily upon his mind as he tries his best to give his all to the melody. A long sigh is released from his chest as he finally sets himself in his chair. He lifts his cell phone into view to check any silent notifications he may have received whilst he was focusing on his music.
Dean found a few missed calls from Won-Shik. A tired sigh flies from him as he guesses his intentions behind the call. Knowing the man, he's probably reaching out to get him away from his home for a few hours. Or perhaps the entire night, as Won-Shik has a hard time considering everyone's liquor and social limit.
However, a differing opinion crosses Dean's mind.
There is a difference between the night three days ago and his friend's failed attempts to make him forget the great heartbreak.
That woman.
At the sheer mention of her, Dean folds his lip as his heart thumps. The short moment between him and the anonymous woman was electrifying. It almost stings that he doesn't have a name to pin to the glamorous face. And those lips... so soft and sweet.
He quickly shakes his head hoping the thoughts will dissipate as he decides to return Won-Shik's missed calls.
"Hey," Dean monotonously answers the call before being cut off by an energetic tone.
"Ya! Where have you been, I called like three times!"
"Chill. I was recording, I had my phone on silent." He calmly explains as he leans his phone away from his ear to escape his ringing voice, "What's going on?"
"Alright, so, you know Hye-Jin, right?"
"The girl you broke up with two weeks ago?" Dean checks his facts.
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Pour Up
أدب الهواة. ₊✩ 𝐏𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐔𝐏 ; dean fanfiction broken hearts, pulsing neon lights, heartening eyes. all that's left is to pour upᵎ ───