Mic Drop Harmony (BINI_Aiah & Female!Reader Fanfiction)

CHAPTER 10

The weight of betrayal hung heavy in the air like a storm cloud, threatening to unleash a torrent of emotions. You, Donny, and Syd huddled together on the threadbare couch, the remnants of your celebratory drinks scattered around the makeshift coffee table. Zild, a casualty of the night's revelry, lay sprawled on the opposite couch, his rhythmic snores a counterpoint to the storm brewing within you.

Syd broke the tense silence. "Y/N, I'm so sorry about Aiah," she said, her voice laced with genuine sympathy. The memory of Aiah's public declaration, the suitor asking her on national television, flashed before your eyes, shattering the fragile illusion of your relationship.

A tight smile stretched across your lips, a mask for the turmoil within. "I'll move on," you mumbled, raising your glass of whiskey to your lips in a silent toast to a shattered dream. The amber liquid burned down your throat, a harsh echo of the betrayal simmering in your gut.

Donny, sensing the undercurrent of pain, steered the conversation away from the immediate heartache. "Can't wait to be done with this damn contract," he muttered, downing his own shot with a grimace.

"Me too," you echoed, pushing your glass towards him, a silent plea for another dose of oblivion. The clink of glasses sounded hollow in the room, a stark contrast to the joyous toasts that once filled this space.

Donny poured another round, his face etched with a mixture of sympathy and frustration. "Another shot, Syd?" he offered, but she politely declined, her gaze fixed on you with a worried glint.

"Tomorrow," you announced, your voice raspy, "we start writing our own songs." The statement, born out of a desperate need for creative freedom, resonated with Donny and Syd. They exchanged a look, a flicker of hope igniting in their eyes.

The conversation flowed from lighthearted topics like politics and conspiracy theories about aliens, a stark contrast to the heavy weight of your recent betrayal. Yet, amidst the laughter, a chilling thought struck you.

"Damn, I completely forgot about that," you muttered, slapping your forehead.

Syd's head snapped up, her brow furrowed. "Forgot about what?"

"Everything's monitored in the camp," You said, voice laced with a hint of annoyance. "They can see and hear everything."

The realization hit you like a physical blow. Every conversation, every whispered secret, every stolen glance between you and Aiah – it was all on camera, fodder for the entertainment machine that had become your life.

"Then they knew," you whispered, the understanding dawning on you like a cruel sunrise. "They knew about everything, about us."

"Obviously," Donny said, stating the painfully obvious.

A wave of dread washed over you. They had heard your raw, unguarded words after receiving the news, your plans for the future, your dreams of escaping the suffocating confines of the contract. But more importantly, they had heard your vulnerability, the hurt laid bare in your voice as you contemplated Aiah's actions.

Your phone buzzed in your hand, jolting you back to the present. An unknown number flashed on the screen. You exchanged a hesitant glance with your bandmates, their concerned faces urging you to answer.

With a deep breath, you swiped the answer button. "Hello?" you answered, your voice carefully neutral.

A choked sob tore through the receiver. "Y/N, oh my god," the voice, laced with panic, sent a jolt of recognition through you. It was Aiah.

"Where were you?" she continued, her voice trembling with a desperation that mirrored your own.

Silence stretched between you, heavy with unspoken accusations and a longing you struggled to suppress. You wanted to tell her how much you missed her presence, the warmth of her smile, the comfort of her touch. But the image of the suitor on national television, the declaration that felt like a betrayal, held you back.