"Always a pleasure doing business with you, ma'am," he says, his tone laced with smug satisfaction, that same cold, calculating smile stretching across his face. He knows I'm running out of options, and it shows in the way his eyes flicker over me...
The guys left for practice, so I'm now, here by myself, very horny, confused, craving attention, and also feeling sort of musically inspired.
Weird mixture of emotions.
So I decide to get one of those feelings to go away, and much to my dismay, I can't get myself to masturbate in a place where I live with eight other men, so my concentration falls onto the last of those options.
I look at my emails and see I have a bunch from both Hongjoong, a few from Stray Kids, some other groups, and from my mother.
I decide that Hongjoong's are of first priority, so I click on them to see what he needs, and he's mailed me more than ten times about wanting me on an album they have to put out soon.
I helped them on TREASURE EP.2 and 3, EPILOGUE, ZERO: FEVER 1 and 2, EPILOGUE. But not as "Sun", which is my legal Korean name, but as "AURA", which is short for my actual name, Aurora.
I've worked with EDEN, Ollunder and Maddox the most, and they've already written the first few songs for their newest album, THE WORLD EP.1: MOVEMENT.
It has to feel post apocalyptic, rebellious, very much like their last few albums, but even more.
As I sit in my room, the chaos of emotions swirling inside me, I try to push aside the confusion and distraction. My head's spinning with everything–San, Mingi, Seonghwa... and the new dynamic forming between us. It's too much to process all at once, so I focus on the one thing I know how to control: music.
Music has always been my outlet, my way of making sense of things when words fail me. So, I pull up my laptop and launch my music software, deciding to channel all this pent-up energy into something creative.
I start tapping out a simple beat, just to get a feel for it. The rhythm is there, but something's missing. I don't have all the tools I need here in my room. This isn't going to cut it if I'm supposed to help with Hongjoong's album.
I walk out of my room, my hands in my hair, tugging in frustration, but then my eyes land on a small tray right in front of the front door.
Hongjoong's studio keys.
It's been a while since I've had the chance to fully dive into creating, and his studio is perfect for that. The urge to write something incredible, something that matches the rebellious, apocalyptic theme they want, starts to burn inside me.
I change my clothing into something quick. A pair of loose fitting shorts, a tank top, and some adidas. I fix my hair into a slicked back bun, pray for my hairline, and do my makeup in a natural looking way, a small amount of mascara, concealer, and blush taking place on my face.
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Before I know it, I'm grabbing the keys and slipping out of the dorm, heading toward the studio. I know the guys are out at practice, and I have a good two hours before they're back.
