The Way We Speak Through Music

Chapter 25

I'm completely focused on Minho's expression as he's listening to my edit for their debut song and searching for any sign of what's going through his head

"Aaaand?", I asked when he put the headphones on my desk 

"It's... "

"Yes?"

"It's so good, I don't know what to say"

"Oh, I'm glad"

"Y/N, you don't look so well, are you okay? Hungry?", I smiled weakly when he reached out to feel my burning cheek. His face changed to a worried one

"It's okay, I'm just tired"

"Are you working overtime?", I nodded and tried to massage the headache away. If it were only overtime work...

"Wait... there's more, right?"

"How did you know?"

"I have a phone, you know"

"Some people shouldn't have access to internet"

"What exactly did you read?"

"The comments weren't nice but what can I do? I couldn't care less if his fans think I'm ugly or not worthy, but..."

"Y/N... did you get death threats?", I nodded. My voice got shaky and tears streamed down my face

"But I don't care about that either"

"What is it then?"

"I'm feeling so guilty cause he's getting hate now", Minho pulled me closer and I sobbed in his chest. I wanted to say how sorry I am for creating drama after all his hard work but my voice cracked every time I tried

"Please don't cry Y/N, it hurts seeing you like this. You deserve a boyfriend who loves you, don't let this drama get to you and don't stop following your dreams, okay?"

"O-okay", he gave me a comforting smile and wiped away my tears before I could

"You should go home to rest"

"No, I have to work. I got like 10 requests while you were listening to a three minute song"

"Fine, but I'll check up on you whenever I can, okay?"

"What? Why?"

"You had breakfast?"

"No"

"Lunch?"

"No"

"See my problem?"

"No?"

"I'll bring you something to eat, be right back", I left after him to Taeyong's office when I received a text to come over. I walked out of the lift after quickly applying some make up on my eyebags and saw a familiar figure in the distance. Of course it's her...

"Hi Y/N"

"H-hello", just when I thought our encounter of the third kind was over she grabbed my arm with full strength. I winced due to the surprisingly sharp pain and turned around too meet her eyes, as empty as always

"Don't come sick to work", is all she said before minding her own business and leaving me glued to the spot. 

"Hear this, isn't she that weird child from that rich family? oh right, they in jail now", I read furiously the comments with ramen in my mouth

"Y/N, you shouldn't-"

"This one's even better! Why would he settle for someone who's mentally ill, ugly and has thieves for parents"

"Why are you still reading this?", Minho asked and took my phone away