gyujeongfmd:
maybe, he’s finally fallen into neuroticism today.
or yesterday, or maybe it was a week before when it started.
the studio in his house no longer feels like home, creating deafening noises that relegate his work to gold star’s name. his studio in gold star feels even worse, compounded with interruptions of different staff members popping in to take apart his hard drive for extortion.
maybe, that’s just all an exaggeration.
either way, he’s found himself a new makeshift rental studio space. inside, it’s quaint and quiet, nothing more than some sofa he bought from ikea and the mini-fridge with whatever he’s managed to bring from his house. minimalism, the new concept, and by hour five, he’s created some songs he doesn’t deem shitty anymore — at least, not shitty enough to be a platinum title. (too bad, it’ll never get any use). by the time he plays it back, and reaches for another diet coke before realizing he’s out.
so, begins the trek out the door and straight to the CU around the corner.
but he opens his door, stops at the soles of his feet when he runs into the last person he’d ever expect at a studio. “aren’t you supposed to be promoting for your solo? or are you here to stalk me for a second title follow up request?”
she’s busy, but not too busy to find time to sneak away for some much needed alone time. it helps that the two variety shows she had been filming for ended just before her promotions for her solo album, though she’s sure her company is already looking at what else to throw her into. still she went out on a limb and rented herself a studio space. rented, because she’s not delusional enough to believe she should own one.
it’s a good size, it’s a quiet space overall, it’s hidden enough that she doesn’t need to worry about layering herself in disguises. it’s perfect for her.
lately her schedule has been a shit show, promotion after promotion all stacked upon the other hazardously. the company is happy her solo album debuted well, and so is she, but it only gives them ammunition to continue using her. it’s why she finds herself running later than she’d like to the rented studio space, walking at such a high speed that she runs into a familiar face.
her lips quirk up into a half smile, one that is laced with annoyance and amusement which tends to be her default setting with him. “cute,” she responds sarcastically, “i am promoting for my solo and i probably will stalk you for a second title follow up request but, for today, i just rented out a studio for fun. see if i can play around and come up with something.”
a partial lie. it isn’t just fun. she’s always found pleasure in lyric writing and preparing for her solo album had only enforced that, she wants to continue to see where it could lead her. she isn’t going to tell him that though. “finished up for the day?”
















