Royal Colors (OPEN APPLY FIC)

Chapter 91: Next Album's Mixed Unit Moments

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-Monday, October 7, 2024~11:12AM-

~Bomi's POV~

I was sitting in the recording studio with Minji and Soojung. Yoon was currently in the booth recording her parts for our mixed unit song. Soojung already went and Yoon was recording her parts right now. They both were such strong vocalists and I could hear it in their voices every time they sung. It felt like they rarely messed up and Yoon came to her high note and once again, it was flawless.

I felt my stomach turn and immediately stood up, fleeing the room. I ran into the nearest bathroom and threw up in one of the stalls, sitting there for a moment to make sure everything was out of my system. Once it was, I washed my hands and left the bathroom, turning to my left to head back to the recording studio. As I grew closer, my stomach started to turn again. Rather than turning back to the bathroom, instead I positioned my back against the wall and slid down to the ground, my knees touching my chest. I pushed my forehead against my knees and closed my eyes, hoping the nerves I was feeling would all go away.

That's when I heard a voice. "Bomi?"

I looked up to see Lunacy's Ty standing before me.

"Hi Ty." I let out a breath.

"Hi noona." He said, sliding to sit down beside me. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of gum. "I think you might want this."

Realizing why, I immediately felt embarrassed and covered my mouth. "Does it smell?!"

"No, but I know if it were me, I wouldn't want to wonder." He said. "The smell of it can be nasty."

I wanted to sigh but in case my breath wreaked of puke, I gulped instead and took the piece of gum. "Thank you."

He nodded and sat back. "Do you want to talk about it?"

I wanted to pretend like nothing was wrong but he clearly heard me throw up in the bathroom so I couldn't exactly pretend.

"Not feeling well." I told him.

"But why?" He asked. "I can tell you are off because you aren't yourself. But you aren't sick, I can tell that too. So why are you making yourself sick? Are you nervous about something?"

I scoffed as if he read right through me. "Am I that obvious?"

He snickered. "I'm used to your hyper personality so sorry if I was a little worried seeing you this way."

"Yeah, I understand. I even find this strange."

He let out a small smile. "So can I ask why you are feeling nervous?"

I took a deep breath before pulling out my phone and finding the audio clip of my parts in the song. It doesn't have my voice but it's what I'm expected to sing so I played it for him.

"Every single one of my parts in this song sound like this." I told him.

"So?" He asked.

"So, I'm not a great singer." I stated. "I can't do this."

"WHAT?!" He exclaimed. "Are you joking?! Noona, you are an amazing singer! I've heard you sing and your voice is beautiful and so is your talent."

Ty went on, saying so many things I've never heard anyone say about me. I never even knew he knew of all this about me. Hell, I didn't even know of all these things about me. But he sounded so genuine, like what he was saying was the truth, and it gave me butterflies in my stomach, the good kind.