Rhythm 「Jay Park Smut 」「AMBW」

Chapter 7

For the first time since being in this company you actually had no work to do.

It was getting ridiculous. You would show up to work in the usual fashion and spend the day waiting for tracks and samples to be delivered. Fewer and fewer were being delivered which allowed you to finish older ones but once those were done you had nothing to work on. This was a joke, it had to be.

To make matters worse it had been a few days since you had ventured to the usual studio to see ChaCha. He had sent texts apologizing for the kiss but they were going unanswered. You weren't in the mood to be dealing with this.

How did things get messed up so badly.

After deliberating for a couple minutes on weather to go home or not you decided to actually compose a track from 100% scratch. You pulled a keyboard to you and opened up several programs before beginning. You churned out a slow tempo set of chords and let them repeat. It took an hour before you had the right chords that you wanted. Then you looped them and hoped it wasn't too repetitive. You clicked for the high hat effect and began to pump you fingers rapidly on the keyboard. You tried out different patterns, becoming frustrated when it just sounded like cheap Morse code.

You tweaked the base and adjusted the volume of the synths. At least the chorus was coming together. How long had you been up there before a soft series of rapid knocks sounded on the third floor studio door.

But you couldn't hear over the drum-kit blasting in your headphones. There was a tap on your shoulder and without a flinch you turned to face the person.

"I wasn't getting any return texts so I thought I find where you were hiding." ChaCha stood there, hands clasped in front of him in a nervous fashion. He looked tired and a little bit of his facial hair was growing out.

You spun around in your seat, the scrunchy cord of the headphones pulling you to spin back. You, being the awkward mess of a person you always are, hastily took off the headphones before turning around again. You arched an eyebrow, wordlessly staring up at him.

"I'm sorry y/n. I shouldn't have done that to you." You waited to see what else he could come up with besides a greeting card apology. "I knew you didn't have feelings the way that I did, and I was just hoping that maybe if I showed you how good I could be that then things might change between us."

You continued to state. "I didn't mean to risk our friendship like that. You are so important to me in many ways. I'm grateful for everyday we were able to work together and I just want my friend back."

Your gaze must have softened because a small smile broke out onto his lips. You did miss your best friend but this was a lot to be dealing with. "I'm a serious artist. I'm here to work. I don't want people thinking that I'm just sleeping my way to the top." He nodded in agreement, placing his hands up in the defensive.

"I know how much pride you have in your work and I don't want you to ever think that I only kept you for personal reasons. You are one of the most talented people I have ever worked with."

The breath you had been holding all this time was suddenly let out as a sigh of relief. And all the hurt and pain from the past few days kept welling. Heavy slow tears fell while you looked at him. "I just want my big brother back."

He knelt down and enveloped you in a bear hug. Your shoulder shook as the stress tears fell faster. Where had all this come from. But he held you tighter and let you be vulnerable. This was what it meant to be a big brother.

Finally he pulled away and you wiped the last of the wetness off your lashes. "Better?"

"Better." You smiled back at him.