durifmd:
he giggles a soft bit at the pout, “ah, don’t be sad, jinwoo!” he says. having someone that you can bounce ideas off of was always the best. sometimes, you were just stuck, but you wanted to create. the usual things that might give you some form of inspiration, might have completely thrown that out. everyone goes though it; those that are experienced and those that are inexperienced. nonetheless, duri was there to help bounce back ideas and he knew that jinwoo would be there that as well, when needed. he nodded his head, “yeah, i guess that’s true! i guess you can’t really change what’s really working?” he said, a soft shrug leaving his shoulders. there’s a bigger giggle this time, head shaking. “what? a song about me? no, no!” he said, giggling still.
jinwoo just whines, letting his head fall against his keyboard. it lets out a long, out of tune wail, and he lets it play for a few seconds longer before sitting up. “why is songwriting so hard?” he huffs. “i don’t get how people can be, like, professional producers that can pump out tons of songs at a time.” it’s a pride thing for jinwoo, really. the company can easily just buy songs that suit jinwoo and hand them to him on a silver platter. but he wants his mark to be present in everything he sings. genuine music, not just good music. “hyung, how often do the songs you help write end up getting released?” with a mischievous grin, jinwoo sits up again. his fingers play a slow, longing set of chords, one often used in ballads. “my prince is really a knight in shining armor,” jinwoo sings, high-pitched and fluttery.













