Rhythm 「Jay Park Smut 」「AMBW」

Chapter 6

You felt bad after what happened the other day, but your feelings were just as valid and important as anyone else's. Maybe your delivery could have been better but overall you didn't regret what you said. In the end you wrote a note to Mr. Park, apologizing for your rude behavior and hoping that the work relationship would remain the same, and sent a scared looking intern to deliver it.

And that's when you noticed the change.

Slowly over the week the number of projects you were receiving began to decline. More tracks were being delivered to Gray instead of ChaCha. He didn't seem to mind but you knew something was up. Any tracks that were coming your way were for smaller artists or for just to keep on file for future artists. This was insulting. You had half a mind to march up to the fifth floor and demand to know what was happening. But you knew, this was his way of getting back at you. You had bruised his ego and in petty fashion we was "fucking with your bag."

But this would blow over and it would go back to normal soon enough wouldn't it.

It Didn't.

Weeks went by like this. ChaCha didn't seem to care too much because it mean he couldn't finally take a break, but your feelings were hurt. You had gone from helping create hits to being benched. All because you wouldn't entertain the idea of a romantic tryst with the CEO. Maybe gender equality was something that was bad all over.

Today after a long day of tuning mediocre track, you decided to call your friend Yuhna over facetime. You were greeted with a sight you had never seen before. Yuhna was not her usual put together self.

"Y/N, its 5 in the morning," she whined, "you couldn't call me at a normal hour?" You forgot most people didn't sleep with a bonnet and the sight of her disheveled black tresses made your fingers itch for a comb.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I just really needed to talk to someone and you are my closest female friend."

She rolled her eyes and wiped the crust form the corner of her mouth. Must have been some good sleep.

"What's so important that you had to call at 5. Did you bang someone."

You laughed but it must not have sounded right because Yuhna sat up and put on her glasses. Suddenly her eye was at the camera so all you saw was one brown iris. "Bitch, you didn't?!"

"I didn't I swear." That didn't sound believable at all. "But my boss tried to ask me out."

"Was is ChaCha?"

"What? No! Why would you even say that. He's like my brother!"

"To you. I don't think he sees it that way. You know men always mistake kindness for feelings."

"He can literally blink in a girls direction and her get panties to drop. Trust me, he doesn't want this."

Yuhna rolled her eyes. "Okay, well if not him then who."

"Mr. Park."

"That does not help. Half of Korea is named Park."

"Mr. Jay Park."

Your friend screamed into the phone. You were sure her neighbors were going to complain about that later. "AND YOU TURNED HIM DOWN!??"

"I'm not here to sleep with people. I'm here to pursue my career." You grimaced.

"You know he probably is amazing in bed. I mean look at his hip rolls when he dances."

Yuhna was a few years younger than you. You had met Yuhna in dance classes back when you were a teenager. Both of you were quite serious and an initial rivalry morphed into friendship. As time went on she decided to follow her second passion and go major in international relations with the hope of going to law school. You decided to go the route with less books and kinesthetic learning. But she still followed dancers and hip hop artists on social media and knew just how good of a dancer Mr. Park was.