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"Fucking shit!"
You crumble the piece of paper and threw on the trash bin beside your desk. It was the 12th piece of paper you have crumpled today. You grip your hair as you bump your forehead to the desk.
"I can't do this anymore." You mutter to yourself as you grab a new sheet of blank paper.
"C'mon...think." You chew on the bottom part of the pen as you stare at the blank paper.
"Y/N, you okay dear?" You were startled when Adora spoke.
"No...my brain's not working. I keep writing shitty and nonsense lyrics since this morning."
"Writer's block huh? Don't beat yourself up. It happens to me too."
"I just wanna write good pieces. I'm really trying my best but I've been a little unmotivated this past few days and I don't even know why." You respond silently, though you know the reason why.
"Sometimes, no matter how hard you tried, you just won't come up with anything good. And it's fine. There's really no rush."
Resting your head on the swivel chair, you just stayed silent and stare at the ceiling, not even giving Adora a glance.
"Ah! I think I know what you need!" You turned your head to her who are now smiling widely at you.
"I think you need some destressing. You've been working hard this past few months and you've only been a producer here for a year. For a new producer like you, you've actually created a good amount of music in just one year." Adora enthusiastically stated as she prance over to you.
"Listen, we're having a party tonight as a celebration for BTS's successful comeback. Why don't you come with me and let's have some fun, yeah?"
You blink your eyes fast as you stare at Adora's face full of enthusiasm.
"But I'm not a part of their comeback, I don't have any contribution on their album like you."
"It's fine, you'll be my plus one. I don't wanna be the only female producer there. C'mon it will be fun!"
"Plus, J-hope will be there and the rest of the BTS members. You're close with them so it's all fine."
You felt a sudden pang on your chest. Just hearing his name makes your heart ache. It's been a week since that day at the café. You want to see Hoseok, you miss him so much.
"Okay, I'll go with you."
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"Pdogg-sunbae this is Y/N. She's the producer I'm talking about."
"Lovely to meet you in person, Y/N." He offer his hand to you and you held the producers hand.
"Adora made me listen to some of your works, you're really talented. And also, my niece is actually a fan of your group.
"Thank you very much." You bow to the producer as you gave him a flustered smile. You can't believe Pdogg just praised you for your work.
"Told you, they're gonna like you." Adora whispered. After introducing you to the group of male producers, the two of you walk over to the bartender station. The bar was rented tonight by BigHit, so everyone at the bar were all BigHit employees, mostly BTS's production team.
"For you mi lady." Adora hands you a shot glass.
"I'm good. I don't really drink."
"Girl? Really? You?" She eyed you with a doubtful expression.
"Well, I uh...I do drink sometimes. It's just, my drunk persona, I don't really like her."
"Your what!?" She slap her knee and laugh loudly.
"I just don't wanna get drunk tonight."
"C'mon just one shot! You won't get drunk by just one shot."
You stare at the glass on her hand. You haven't had alcohol in a long time. The last time you had any type alcoholic drink was at Seol's birthday 9 months ago, and it didn't end well for you.
"One shot wouldn't hurt~" She singsong over your ear. You knew she would never let you go without you giving in.
"Fine, just one shot okay?" You grab the shot glass from her hand and quickly bring it to your mouth.
"FUCK!"
You cough as you hold your throat. The alcohol leaving a burning sensation on your throat.
"What the fuck is that!? It taste like gasoline!"
"It's whiskey. You haven't tried it before?"
"No! And I would never try it again!"
Adora just laugh as she muttered you a small "sorry"
"Here, take this."
"What is this now!?"
"Chill, it's just lemonade. To cool down your throat." You take the lemonade from her and drink it. The lemonade soothes your burned throat a bit.
"Ah, that feels good. Anyway, I need to go to the washroom. Do you know where it is?"
"Over there." She points where the washroom is and you mutter her a "thank you", leaving her at the bartender station.
You roam your eyes around the bar as you walk your way to the washroom. You haven't seen Hoseok tonight. You need to see him tonight. That's the only reason you agree to come with Adora. You would be very happy with even just a glance of Hoseok.
You enter the washroom and straight to one of the cubicle. Thank God, it was clean.
You were inside one of the cubicle when you hear a couple of foot steps.
"Did you see Miss Jang tonight? She looks really sexy with that outfit. I feel like I'm going lesbian because of her."
You heard a couple of girls giggling. Do girls really go to the washroom just to gossip? You were about to grab the handle of the cubicle you were in when you heard one of the girls speak again.
"I kinda notice, she and J-hope had gotten really close. I gotta admit, they look good together."
"I know right. Plus they're both great dancers. They fit to each other so much."
"Unfortunately, J-hope already has a girlfriend. But you know what, he should break up with his girlfriend and date Miss Jang instead."
"Right, they would be the perfect couple if that happen."
You heard the girls giggling again. You froze inside the cubicle, you feel like both of your feet were glued to the floor.
Once you're sure the girls are out of the restroom, you get out of the cubicle and slowly walk over to the sink. You wash your face at the sink with cold water.
You look up to yourself at the restroom mirror. You're mascara is now smeared under your eyes. You look like a complete shit. Great.
Wiping the side of your eyes, you felt tears dripping down your eyes. You reach for the tissue dispenser but it was empty.
Wow, aren't you the most unlucky person today?
You quickly grab the door and run. You run quick, body bumping into others. You need to get out of there, away from those giggling girls, away from everybody.
You cover your messy face with your right hand, continuing to run while still sobbing. Just when your about to reach the exit, you felt a heavy grip on your left hand.
You stop and look up at the owner of the hand gripping you.
