Rhythm 「Jay Park Smut 」「AMBW」

Chapter 8

The atmosphere of the room completely changed with your statement. Mr. Park had gone from angry and tense to almost...frightened in a matter of seconds. Maybe he was scared of actually making you mad. You took a step forward, shoulders squared and chest puffed forward like a bird trying to display dominance. He took a step back.

"Answer my question." His eyes began to dart around as if looking for an escape but you knew just as well as he did that your light dancers feet would catch up to him quickly. "You can't escape me."

His eyes fixated back on you and he decided to pull the older trick in his book. He closed the small gap between you two, snaking one arm around your waist and spinning you around. He was trying to make you swoon. He started leading you over to the private studio that you had seen him and Gray smoking in when you were still new to the company. He winked at you and gave you a crooked smile. "Let me make it up to you baby girl."

A small part of you liked the feeling of his hand on your waist. His leading reminded you of formal dance where men took the lead when it came to footwork. It felt familiar and yet the logic side of your brain could quickly overrode the side of you that was a hopeless romantic. You straightened up and escaped from his grip, walking in step beside him. "I'm serious here. Why weren't you giving me tracks?"

His ears, still burning red, had not calmed down. His smile faltered, remaining on his face but changing from one of charisma to one of apology. "I'm sorry. I wasn't acting very professional. Usually I'm better at curbing my emotions but when I saw you the other day I just got so heated..."

"And I get that," you interrupted. "But I am your employee and acting as such breaks my trust in you. It was a situation that got handled. My seriousness with my work applies to everyone within the workplace."

He looked at you sheepishly. You could see the merriment dancing behind his eyes. He knew that he wasn't the only one who got shot down. You glared at him, in a way that wouldn't get you fired and spoke in a firm tone. "Just listen to it please. I worked hard on it. ChaCha helped but this is me. Please."

He smirked and held the CD more carefully this time. "I won't go easy on you baby girl."

And with that he jogged over to the small studio. Yout took this chance to escape. It was getting late and men were emotionally exhausting.

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Thank goodness the weather was good tonight. The sun had set surprisingly quickly and you were trying to get home quickly. You promised your grandma to face time her before her bible study class began and you really didn't want to hear about how Korea was going to turn you into a sinner and how you needed to place God first. The usual old black grandmother language. She probably didn't realize Koreans were religious.

You were at the platform. Many salary men were getting off shift and the platform was decently crowded. You hated riding the subway at off peak hours because the weirdos come out. Looking up from your phone , you made eye contact with the woman a few feet away. Her cheekbones were prominent even though she had on a face mask. She had her long dyed blond hair pulled back into a pony hair that peaked out from under her baseball cap. You could tell that she smiled because it reached her eyes. So you smiled back sheepishly before staring back at your phone.

"I know black peoples have curly hair but I am still going to ask if this is a perm." Before you could theoretically smack the stupid off of the person making this statement, you made eye contact. It was the girl with the cap and the cheekbones. Once again the smile reached her eyes but it quickly dropped. "I've seen you around here a lot. I finally got the courage to say hi." Her accent was present but the words came out smooth and quiet. You could tell instantly that if she sang she would be good. "Call my HJ."

She extended her hand and you shook it shakily. Who was this weird woman. She started talking in bursts. She explained how her resting "bitchy" face would get her in trouble but that she was actually just quiet. And then she saw contently next to you in the subway car. And the ride went like this, shy bursts followed by content silence. But it was enjoyable. You tried to use some fractured Korean and she eyed you patiently and answered in easy phrases. She talked about how she had been Times Square and how she didn't like how crowded it was. She much preferred the stylish streets of Philly. You laughed and told her how you loved visiting the Korean countryside and meeting little grandmas.

It was the easiest in person conversation you had in a while and honestly you needed it. You exchanged Kakao Id's and separated when you got off near your house. You jogged lightly all the way to your apartment, finding energy in meeting new female friends.

You called grandma and went instantly fell asleep, knowing your hair and skin will go to shit overnight.

The next morning you did pay for it. You used this special brand of hair wax that actually tamed your curls and brushed your hair into a low bun. You applied extra serum to your face and decided to go make-up free. It would get looks at the office but yesterday went so well that you didn't even care.

Being that you're usually 10 minute early to work, today's 15 minute lateness was sure to go unnoticed. Sprinting seemed to be the best option for getting to the studio, so you did. Huffing and puffing you arrived and ChaCha grinned at you. "I guess you had a good night huh.You're never late."

He handed you a pair of headphones and pointed at an already opened email on your monitor. "We just got dumped with a bunch of tracks today. There are also new sounds that we need to upload into the system. There at a lot that needs to get done today."

He was trying to not be awkward but it was still coming through and you appreciated the effort, wholeheartedly. Before sitting down to get to work you punched his shoulder lightly and hoped that he could see in your eyes that you knew he was trying

And it seemed to be going okay, maybe a little bit more serious than usual but it was getting back to normal. However not 30 minutes after you began to work there was a knock. Woo opened the door and peered inside. "Y/N, Jay told me to send you up."

You glanced over at ChaCha before taking off your headphones fully and hopping up. He was clearly pretending to be absorbed in his work but that was a topic for another time. You headed to the elevator again, and headed up, never quite getting used to the sight when the doors would open into the huge open floor plan that was the 5th floor.

As soon as the doors opened you were greeted with the sound of your recently finished track playing over the speaker system. Mr. Park had listened, and clearly he liked it.

You walked further into the space. Headed towards the small studio when suddenly the door burst open. Mr. Park walked out, baggy grey sweats, black tee, and some designer sneakers. It was is usually look but his nose piercing was glinting extra hard in the bright light. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you. "I have so many plans for this track. It's a little different from what we sound like but I'm going to take a chance."

He was talking a mile a minute and moving too fast. He was clearly excited to try and regain your trust with this track. He pulled you into the studio and almost flung you to the couch. "And I know just who to put on it."

As you recovered from your Jay Park induced vertigo you noticed another person was in the room. Once the room stopped spinning you spotted the familial blond hair and face mask. "HJ?"

She was sitting legs crossed in some flashier clothes than yesterday but the RBF was visible despite the mask.

"Y/N," Jay began, "I don't think you've met Hoody yet."

She took off her face-mask revealing her straight nose and rose lips. That was Hoody alright. How had you not recognized her.

"I want her singing on the track. Do you think you two can work together for this. I want to see if I can pull most strings for this."

Hoody cam over and sat next to you on the couch. "Sorry I didn't tell you who I was yesterday. I just wanted to get to know you first." She smiled one of her rare but real smiles and shook your hand.

You couldn't believe it, You really we about to be the creator of a Hoody song.  

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A/N: Sorry for the long wait. I've been doing a lot IRL. I'm preparing to go to med school next month and just quit my job last week . Wish me luck on my academic journey!