A/N: all I can say was that part of this imagine was written back on September 11th or somewhere around there (yikes) also I edited is chapter, but it's possible I forgot/missed things, because I'm tired lol. enjoy anyways! Pairings: Band Member! Kang Younghyun x Fem! Band Member! Reader, Band Members! Day6 x Fem! Band Member (platonic; friendship), OC Kiera (face claim = @ci_cc_i on ig) Summary: you're in a band called Day6 with your friends and boyfriend. But when happens when you're "replaced" after suffering from an injury? Warnings: swearing, angst, fluff, injury, jealousy Words: 1,614
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[Sep. 11, 2019]
"My throat still feels tight, Jae." You admitted honestly to the eldest member in your band, who was also like an older brother too you.
"Here drink some water, you might've strained your vocal cords." He explained kindly handing you a water bottle, in hopes it'd help.
"Not possible. I've done this for years." Reluctantly though, you took the bottle from him, mumbling a low 'thanks' as soon as it made contact with your hand.
"Hence why your vocal cords are probably strained... take a break for a while." Jae chuckled at your stubbornness before his face went back to a serious expression.
"Where's the rest of the guys?" Your head turned towards Wonpil who was standing at his keyboard, fingers playing around with the keys. Though as you spoke, your body immediately acted out on instinct and you winced.
Wonpil looked up at you, eyes fluttering with worry though he didn't vocally admit it. "Store. They peaked into the studio an hour ago and said they went out for a coffee run. I think there's traffic, it's that time of an hour."
"They should hurry. I want to record the next part of the song before my voice gets worse."
"Y/n, I don't think it can get any worse... You should take a break." Wonpil finally voiced his concern, and you ignored everything he said. You knew it looked bad, hell, your throat was burning, but you didn't want to admit it and voice your own concerns.
"I don't want to take a break, Wonpil. I just want to finish this—"
For once his voice actually raised, and he made you jump. "You're going to hurt yourself even more! Please, just take a break."
Grasping at your throat gently, you smoothed over the skin, growing more and more worried than you were letting on.
"This has never happened before," you stated clearly sounding confused, then whispering, "I don't know what to do."
"What don't you know what to do?"
Shit. Younghyun was back with the others.
You stood straight, your hand flying from your throat to lay beside you. Hopefully, he hadn't heard the whole conversation, because surely he'd worry and grow irritated that you decided to put the band before your health and well-being.
