I couldn't let it go [ReaderxTaeyong]

KM's plans

I got out of my bedroom and headed down stairs to the dining room, playfully dancing around the mansion as the song that had been stuck in my head was being played yet again in that brain of mine and as the sunlight shined upon me from the huge glass windows the mansion was practically made of. When I reached the entrance of the dining room I heard my dad, chairman Kim, founder and manager of the KM music and talent company talking to his secretary on a rather serious topic, the new hot 4th generation kpop boy band that debuted about six months ago. NCT, yes that one, mainly their sub-unit NCT U. I knew them well because of the remarkable work they had done and because the song that was stuck in my head, was their debut song's melody, made by myself, Kim Y/n. I walked closer on the tip of my toes, quietly, to maybe eavesdrop. Who knows? They could be planning a comeback...

- Firstly, I want the leader to be gone, like make up a scandal or something so we can kick him out, he is beyond smart and within his presence will be the failure of our plan.
- Yes sir.
- Then, one by one we will sell the others to music companies, I'm way down on budget.
- Yes sir.
- Alright thank you. You are dismissed.

I quickly run and hide behind a closet where I have time to try and process what I had heard. Those poor hardworking guys...
A tear rolls down my eyes as I have seen this happen to another band. But that was different. Although as equally cruel, that band was sold pre-debut and not after reaching popularity. KM was one of the big companies, no way it would be short on budget. What was my dad up to?

I kept on thinking about the unsettling conversation I had heard that morning as I walked to the building that was considered the studio building of the company. There, I was greeted by a staff member.

- miss Kim! Welcome! May I assist you in any way?
- Well wouldn't that be great ? I'd like to know if NCT U has any training today?
- Well... they should be brought in to film a dance video in 20 minutes miss.
- Awesome, thank you.

I smile at the staff member and sit on a couch near the entrance. After a while of thinking, the group finally entered the building. One of the managers was with them and signed them in before motioning for them to follow him. Just then, I got up and walked towards them.

- Hi,  I am here on my father's be- on my own behalf and I'd like to attend their practice.

Right away I get the expected reactions, some of the boys look confused while some look intimidated. One of them, showed absolutely no reaction, but I didn't care much. The manager smiled widely.

- wouldn't that be great?

I nodded and smiled back and started following the group to the practice room they had reserved.

Once we get there everyone goes through the choreography and gets ready to dance. A camera is set and the familiar song plays, for real this time and not just in my head.

They have to redo it three times and it hurts to see them in pain but today I am decided to stay as flegmatique as possible.

Once they finally finish, the manager and the choreographer give them a break, leaving them alone with me, which is my greatest pleasure. I decide to approach them.

- Good job everyone, and sorry for the inconvenience that it might be to repeat the dance three times.

As soon as I say that I mentally slap myself. I said it. I showed I care. Great. They seem shocked, specially the guy with red hair from earlier who seemed to be excessively shocked. I inhale.

- Anyways, my name is Kim Y/n and I make your beats and melodies, but that is not the reason I'm here today.

As I say this, it seems as if I had peaked their interest. I bite my lips, nervous to say the next part.

- What I'm doing is wrong, but it feels right and so I'm here to stop something terrible from happening to your group, this group.
- What are you saying? One of them finally asks.
- I will not share many details but yo wait until I make my plans work out. Then, we will talk for real. For now, just remember me will ya?

They don't react, seeming a little confused. On that note I greet them with a small bow and make my way out of that studio, then, out of that building.

That night, in the comfort of my bed, I have a hard time finding sleep as I nervously go over my plan to reach out to the guys. A rather smart yet simple plan.
But can I pull off giving up my beat and melody making....
Just to become a staff member?