muse(ic)//mygxreader

01💬

Hold my hand and never let go
Sometimes I wonder if its all a waste
We love to get hurt and we love to stop the pain
A wish no one ever made but expect to come true
Me and you

"What the fuck?" Y/n mumbled to herself rereading the lyrics in front of her. She was stuck on the hook of a new song, she had the melody and beat already. All she needed were the words. It's been four weeks of writing for hours to just start over again. Nothing satisfied her needs.

Sighing, she got up and grabbed her phone, scrolling through social media to just get called by from her mom. She flinched by the tone. What'd I do now? She thought, already feeling her anxiety start to creep up. Thoughts flew through her again as she made her way to the family room.

"Yeah, Mom?" Her voice timid. She sub consciously started to shrink into herself, lowering her head and crossing her arms.

"Can you make dinner?" She asked, not looking up from her phone.

Y/n nodded, biting her lip, and started to walk away. Her mom didn't see her nod, though. "Y/n L/n, answer my question!"

She flinched, then mentally kicked herself for doing so. Her mom's never hit her. Just constantly verbally abused her. "I...I'm sorry, Mom. I nodded. I'll make dinner. What...what do you want?" She felt herself start to get dizzy, but tried to steady herself. Her anxiety increasing the longer she was away from her notebook, which she just remembered was still open on her desk.  Taking deep breaths, she looked up.

"Anything. Just see what we have."

Y/n nodded and headed back to her room. It was currently 6:13pm so she decided to start dinner at 7:30. Trying again on the lyrics, she eventually decided to give up.

Deciding she had an hour to kill, she grabbed her car keys, wrote a note, and sneaked out her window.

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I kept running faster and faster, trying to get away from whatever was chasing me. It looked like thousands of people but dark and 2D, almost as if they were shadows. Each had a name. Every name was a fear and doubt of mine.

My legs ached and my lungs burned. I felt so scared.

I ran into a city, feeling myself get instantly uncomfortable at the large crowd. I stopped running in the center. I didn't realize at first, just assuming they were normal people. But I soon discovered they were also shadows. I tried to scream has I swallowed by the fear and doubt they brought along but nothing came out. I was voiceless.

He woke up breathing heavily in a cold sweat. He looked at the time, 6:13pm. Grabbing his journal, he went out for a walk.

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Jumping high in the air and swinging his legs above him, he flipped himself over. Landing on the ground, his foot slipped, causing a crack to be heard from his ankle.

Biting his lip in pain, he quickly looked down to already see his ankle turning a dark purple. "Damnit." It burned but he kept his mouth shut, not wanting to get called weak by his teammates.

Trying to stand up, he fell again, tears brimming his eyes. He fought with himself before calling the choreographer over. Jae Beom ran over, he student didn't have to say anything before his injury was noticed.

"You broke it well, maybe even with a minor sprain. You won't be able to do the solo, or any of the songs, really. You could do vocals, but your voice isn't strong enough." He never wanted to hear those words.

When he got home that afternoon, he cried himself to sleep. And later promised himself to never show emotion again.

Waking up, he checked the time, 6:13pm. Realizing he wasn't going to fall back asleep, he grabbed his crunches and headed out.