The One You Stayed For ~Chapter 3~ â When it Started, When it Faded
Giriboy (Siyoung) x Reader
Coogie (Jeonghun) x Reader
The track ends, leaving silence behind. You donât move â just watch the progress bar blink to a stop.
âYou good?â Jeonghun asks, half-lounging beside you.
You nod. âJust tired.â
But thatâs not the whole truth.
Because sometimes silence doesnât soothe â it pulls things up from where you buried them.
Back when it all began, you were just âthe girl who hears things.â Someone the label brought in as a maybe â a wildcard.
You were polite. Quiet. Too observant.
Siyoung didnât take you seriously at first. Not out of malice â he just didnât think someone like you would last in a space like this. Everyone came and went. Passion burned out fast when it wasnât backed by something harder.
The first few sessions, he barely looked at you. Let you sit in the background and âdo your thing,â but never asked what your thing was.
Until one night, when a track refused to click. The rhythm was fine, the chords were fine, but it felt⊠hollow.
âYour bass lineâs stepping on the kick. If you EQ around 80 Hz and soften the attack, itâll breathe better.â
The room went still for half a beat.
You werenât even looking at him when you said it. Just adjusting your own headphones.
But he tried it. Quietly. No big reaction.
And it worked.
Perfectly.
After that, things changed.
He started listening.
Started watching.
And somewhere along the line, you fell for him.
Not loudly. Not all at once.
It happened in tiny, accidental ways:
The way he furrowed his brow when a take was almost right.
The way his voice dropped when he got tired.
The way he never made fun of your weird habit of drumming on your own collarbones when thinking.
You kept it to yourself, of course. The crush. The ache.
You werenât foolish â just hopeful.
It was enough to be near him. To be useful. To be seen.
But what you didnât know was this:
He had noticed.
Almost right away.
He told himself it was harmless.
Kind of sweet, really.
And when one of the guys nudged him about it one night, he brushed it off with a dry laugh.
âPlease. Sheâs nice, but⊠come on. Like thatâs ever gonna happen.â
He said it with a smirk â but he didnât mean to be cruel.
Just real.
Or at least thatâs what he thought.
It was only later â months later â that he realized something had shifted. That youâd stopped looking at him with even a hint of that softness in your gaze. You still worked just as hard, still showed up, still offered perfect, precise notesâŠ
But something in you had gone quiet.
And he couldnât explain why that made him feel â
Wrong.
Empty.
Like heâd missed something before it could even become real.
You remember the exact moment the crush died.
You were passing the hallway, hands full of iced coffee, earbuds in but not loud enough to block the voices.
âShe got a crush on you, huh?â
Then that laugh â easy, amused, thoughtless.
âPlease. Sheâs nice, but⊠come on. Like thatâs ever gonna happen.â
You didnât freeze. Didnât cry.
And the part of you that had been hoping â the softest, most foolish part â folded in on itself and never came back.
You didnât hate him. You couldnât. But you started protecting yourself.
You learned how to be made of rhythm and reverb â useful, steady, untouchable.
And he?
He started watching you more after that. Started noticing things.
But by then, youâd already stopped offering them.
âHey.â Jeonghunâs voice pulls you back.
âYou sure youâre okay?â
You nod. âJust... thinking too much.â
He tilts his head, unconvinced but gentle.
From across the room, Siyoung stands suddenly. Grabs his phone. Doesnât meet your eyes.
âLetâs take five,â he says flatly. âI need air.â
The door clicks shut behind him.
But you wonder, just for a moment, if that laugh from long ago still echoes in his head the way it does in yours.
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