𝕊𝕆𝕄𝔼𝕆ℕ𝔼 𝕃𝕆𝕍𝔼𝕊 𝕐𝕆𝕌 | Minsung

It Wasn't Me

The anxiety grew within me. This was only the second time I had let someone listen to my music. And the first time I had ever made music for someone. It was Minho. Who cares what he thought? Right, of course. Nothing to be worried about.

I kept repeating those words. Nothing to worry about. It's not a big deal. But as I approached the studio I believed those words less and less. Hesitation gripped my every move. Opening the door felt like moving a mountain. I sighed, standing in front of Minho's practice room. Looking through the small window once again, I could see him scrolling through his phone.

What was I thinking? I couldn't do this. I didn't like, no, I hated Minho. Why should I be doing this for him? After everything he has done to me? Why is it I keep letting people like him walk all over me? He's been a jerk from day one, I wasn't about to just let it all go.

Suddenly I whipped around opening the door to Chan and Changbin's workspace. They both turned to me, startled. I guess bursting in without any warning wasn't exactly subtle.

"Um...hi?" Chan looked to me. Through all this I had gained quite a sour face, I don't know how I had gotten so worked up in such a short time. I took a deep breath, calming myself down.

"I made the track but you have to give it to him." Chan looked at the USB I held in front of him with a puzzled expression. He looked to me and he must have decided to just go with it. Thank god.

"Yeah, I guess that's easy enough." His words were followed by a short awkward chuckle and my own relieved sigh.

"Oh and don't tell him I made it." Unfortunately this made Chan confused enough to question my actions.

"What? Why?" I sighed. How would I put it exactly?

"It's...complicated. Just...tell him you made it or Changbin made it, I don't know as long as he doesn't think I did it for him." Chan looked to Changbin who had sat quiet in his desk chair since the conversation began.

"Okay fine, but I don't see why you wouldn't want him to know." I looked at the time on my phone. I couldn't stay too much longer. One of my relatives were coming over for dinner with her partner, it wasn't a big deal but if I wasn't there my mother would surely use it against me in future.

"Anyways I have to go. I'll see you later...and thanks again." I gave a quick wave and left. This time the task of opening the door hadn't been so tough.

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God why couldn't I find a decent song.

I scrolled through the basically endless playlist. None of them felt right to me and I had no idea why. I huffed. Lucky I had Chan make me a new track, otherwise I might have had a problem.

As if my mind summoned the Aussie, Chan knocked on the door he had opened only moments earlier.

"Minho, I got that track you asked for." I jogged over, taking the USB from Chan's hand.

"Thanks! I honestly really needed it. How much do I owe?" Chan immediately widened his features at me.

"What? You don't owe me anything." His laugh was genuine but I felt genuinely confused at his amusement.

"Your kidding! You worked hard to make this, how can I not pay you?" Chan looked at me but I couldn't read his expression at all.

"I mean, I understand you want to pay me for my work but uh...I didn't exactly do anything." I gave Chan a confused look hopefully sending the message that I needed him to explain more. "Well, I didn't make it." He shrugged his shoulders. I still couldn't understand. He didn't make me the track? Then who did?

"Then who did exactly?" Chan looked to the side as if recalling something before shaking it off.

"I'm not supposed to say this but I don't really see why not so, honestly, I had Jisung make it because I was busy making Hyunjin a track." My eyes almost popped out of my head.

"Hold on, w-what?!" I could see Chan was a little scared at my outburst.

"What's the big deal? Jisung's track is just as good as mine would have been-"

"N-No it's not that, it's just..." Chan kept his eyes on me waiting for me to finish my sentence. "It's just...Why would Jisung do that? He hates me. I'm a jerk to him. Why would he do this for me?" The blonde really didn't know what was happening or how to answer as I watch him stand there without a word.

"Dude, it's not a big deal, it's just a track. Calm down." I stared at the USB. It was a big deal for me.

"Maybe your right...uh, thanks, tell Jisung I appreciate it." My voice had become alot less shocked and a little more...sad.

"Hey, you can thank him yourself at school. Anyways, see you later." Chan walked out of the room without anything further.

I walked towards my laptop, then sat on the hardwood flour of the dance studio.

I was nervous to listen to it and frankly a little scared. Was I suppossed to hate it? I slid the small black hard drive into it's port as I saw the file pop up on my screen.

I clicked the play button before I had time to hesitate and waited for it to begin.

[Music at the top of the chapter just ignore that it wasn't produced by Han and the fact Minho is dancing to it oop]

Listening to it I was speechless. Of course his singing in class for the assignment was beyond amazing, but it was a whole different skill to actually produce music. How could he even come up with this? He's- uh the song was so...perfect. Like it was made specifically for me. Did he know it was for me? He couldn't of, otherwise he would have never done it in the first place.