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You were just a normal student from the GIS Gangnam International that aspires to be a musician. Currently, you're taking your course in the music department where they teach how to create music, produce songs, lyrics writing, and more relating to music. Though Koreans tend to start music in a young age, you on the other hand chose to study it more before you start a career in those.
You know you may start late in your career on music if you won't apply now, but you don't care. As long as you know more about the course and career you're taking, you know there will be less struggle for you to face. However, there's this one friend of yours that keeps on bugging you to start your career while you were on college because he thinks you're talented and amazing.
That friend was Jeong Yunho.
"Awww~ Come on~ They'll probably accept you!" The giant teddy bear whined while the both of your were eating noodle at the nearest convenient story in the agency he's in. You were actually very busy on creating the music sheets that your keyboard instructor were asking you, but this man before you called you before you could even finish.
You grunted knowing that Yunho won't give up on forcing you to join their company. You hated the thought of working for already famous artists because you might panic on what to do, but at the same time it gives you thrills. You thought of, what if they recieve a win because of the song you created? In the end, you accepted your friend's proposal.
You groaned at your laptop as the music blasts through your headphones. You were currently working on the audition piece you were planning to pass in KQ for producers, but the results of your work doesn't satisfy you.
After a month of waiting for your result if you passed being a producer or not, you finally got an email and a text from KQ Entertainment. Your eyes widened and your mouth was agaoe from shock as you read the message for you. KQ just accepted you as a producer that will work for ATEEZ.
You literally jumped of joy and immediately took your phone to call your best friend. You didn't even care if he's busy or not, as long as you tell him the news.
You entered the building and sighed thinking that working part time for this company will probably be your life now. There's no turning back. It's a do or dream.
You went up and met with Yunho who ran excitedly at you with a welcoming embrace. "I'm so glad you made it in! Hongjoong and Mingi will be waiting in the studio to test you! Goodluck!" He excitedly said as the two of you made your way on Hongjoong's studio.
Yunho knoacked and the door was opened by a guy with brown undercut hair. His height was almost the same as Yunho's. The pointy nose. Perfect jawline, and especially the small eyes. He's the definition of amazing for you. He's the onky and only Song Mingi.
You were back on trance when Mingi suddenly smiled his cute smile making your heart flutter. "Welcome, (Y/N). Thank you for bringing her here, Yunho." The taller man saluted before leaving you chuckling with Mingi by the door.
"Sooo, wanna start?"
Working with Mingi for a song was definitely a hard task esoecially if the boy keeps on distracting you just the being himself. From the way he gulps as does something wrong in his audio interface. The he groans when he records wrong. His cute face and amazing smiles. You could literally make a song even if you're just staring at him.
"What if I make you a song... woukd you like it?" You suddenly blurted out making the man yelp on the sudden question.
Mingi on the inside was definitely panicking as you asked that. After working with you for months, he can't help but grow fond of you. From the way you look stressed, to the way you look happy. He's falling deeper and deeper. With that sudden resquest, he know he has to answer and that answer is, "Yes. You can make a song for me."
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