it wasn’t uncommon for nara to find herself in this situation: head pounding, stomach lurching, body aching at 2 pm in the afternoon. she was in bed, tv on at a volume that was in no way making her headache feel better with a half empty glass of water on her nightstand. nara glanced at it with half lidded eyes and then looked at her door frame, thinking about how hard it would be to actually get up and refill it. she blindly reached for her remote control and switched off the tv before forcefully pulling herself out of bed. her dress from last night had bunched up around her waist and the used makeup wipes on the floor told her that she at least attempted some skin care before passing out in her bed.
nara slowly made her way to kitchen, her feet shuffling on the cold floor and topped off her glass of water, chugging it down just as quickly. she felt the cool drink hit her empty stomach and felt it twist in a way that meant one of two things. she needed to get to the bathroom now or she need food asap. looking into the cabinets and finding only instant ramen (which no thank you not on this hungover stomach) she figured the best thing to do would be to get somewhat presentable and grab something to eat. shuffling back into her room, she pulled her phone off the nightstand and dialed the first person she could think of.
“hey, it’s me.” nara took a pause to take another quick sip of water and crawled back into her bed. “i need a cheeseburger and as many fries as i possibly could get. can we go to mcdonalds?”
There was a slump in activities and schedules for Origin for the first time in what felt like forever. For the first time in a while, Woojin didn’t feel overwhelmed or like he had a million things to do at once time. In fact, he was actually feeling a little overwhelmed because he didn’t have anything to do. After being overworked for so long, not having any schedules made him feel like he was supposed to be doing something. So he did what he did best - he found his way to the studio and started working on beats. Like plenty of other artists, Woojin had an extensive collection of projects saved. Some were finished, some were unfinished, and others were just the starting point of ideas he had. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to pitch them to Gold Star for Origin to use, or if he wanted to keep them to himself though. It was hard having songs approved by the label after all, and a lot of what he had created he liked and wanted to use for himself, but at the same time he didn’t want to neglect Origin.
He tried to push those thoughts and worries away while he worked, piecing together beats and instrumentals in order to form a cohesive sound. There were a few written lyrics that he had in mind that he wanted to pair with the songs he created, it was just the process of deciding which to pair with which. He had been in the studio for the better part of five hours when he heard his phone ringing. It took him a second to realize what it was, him being so invested in his work, before he reached for the vibrating phone an arm’s reach away. He didn’t bother looking at the caller before answering, tucking the phone between his ear and shoulder so he could use his hands on the soundboard. “Hello?”
The voice on the other end was familiar - Nara. “Oh, hey. What’s up?” He asked, his hands pausing on the board. “McDonalds?” He glanced at the clock on the wall. “How about I come over and bring it to you? So we don’t have to deal with being out in public.” He wasn’t in the mood to have his picture taken that day.
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