Request: DAY6 Brian + prompt 2. + 20. + very fluffy? :) Thank you so much :)
2) “I’m always tired…but never of you.”
20) Your bias takes care of you as a trainee
Member: Day6′s Young K x Y/N
You grumbled to yourself, cursing quietly as you plucked another cotton ball from the large bag of tools you had been given. You were hot and thoroughly frustrated as you pushed a hair away from your forehead with the back of your hand. Biting at your lip, you were careful to rub at the small spot of grime on the guitar fretboard with a cotton swab, not wanting to drench the surface.
“So what did you do to get such an entertaining punishment?” a deep voice echoed across the music room.
Not bothering to look up, you quickly slid your tongue over your lips to moisten your mouth. You hadn’t spoken to anyone in hours and you could feel the need for a break coming on. “I had a bad attitude during practice...whatever that means.”
“Ah, so that warranted cleaning all of the instruments in the practice room?” the voice continued, slight joy in it’s tone.
You heaved a deep sigh, looking up in annoyance only to immediately drop your scowl. “Oh, Young K, it’s you?”
“Brian,” he smiled easily, plopping onto a piano bench near where you were sitting on the hardwood.
“That’s the first time I’ve heard that correction from your mouth,” you chuckled quietly, focusing on the fretboard again. You tried to halt the quickened pace of your heart and attempted to center your thoughts. He was just a person, no reason to feel nervous around him.
You had met Brian on three or four previous occasions, and had a pleasant memory of interacting with him. He always had time for a joke or a story and had even bought you and a few other trainees food. As a trainee, you never heard much from the idols that had debuted, their schedules becoming dizzying with activities as soon as their names were broadcast. The appearance of Brian in your presence was startling, but you were pleasantly surprised. Due to his kindness, Day6 had always been a group that you followed. Plus he was gorgeous.
But that could be said about all of your label mates.
Somehow you managed to see with constant hearts impairing your vision, but as was life in Korean entertainment. Every person was just as good looking and talented as the next.
But this good looking and talented person was directly in front of you after months of not seeing his face. .
And you were having a difficult time coping.
“What do you mean?” Brian asked, his words helping you resurface from your thoughts.
“I’ve seen you on broadcasts before,” you said slowly, looking up to him again. Goodness, those cheekbones were so sharp they could cut through steel. Wait, no, you had to focus. “You’re very persistent about the use of your stage name.”
“What’s the point in a stage name if no one uses it?” he grinned. “But I see you’re interested in your label mate’s activities? I’ll have to return the favor-”
“If I ever start any activities,” you grumbled. “If I ever debut. Chances seem to be slim around this place.”
“I can see why they put you on guitar cleaning duty,” Brian croaked. “You do have a bad attitude.”
“Oh come on,” you groaned. You pushed the guitar you were cleaning away and winced as it made a hollow noise against the floor. You looked around, careful not to stick yourself with any of the strings you had unstrung, and crossed your arms. “You should know how it is better than anyone.”
You bit your lip, uncertain if you should be speaking to your sunbae in this way. You had joked around before with Brian, but this was a completely different emotion coating your conversation. You were entirely too frustrated for the evening and lacked enough sleep to speak respectively. You were hoping he would give you the benefit of the doubt and not leave, but he probably assumed by now that you were just an unappreciative brat.
Instead of excusing himself as you had expected, he took a deep breath and slid from the piano stool, plopping on the ground before you. You watched him closely as he took the guitar carefully into his hands and picked up one of the cotton balls you had discarded. Dipping it gently into the small bowl of water near your knee, he methodically wrung it out before placing it on the fretboard again. He begun to work on the bit of dirt you had abandoned and spoke quietly. “You know, this was my favorite guitar when I was a trainee.”
“Really?” you asked, lifting your brows. “I assumed you had your own instruments...since you were a band and all.”
“We never knew how it would turn out,” Brian sighed. “The whole Day6 thing. I could have debuted with a boy group for all we know. It’s not like I dance like Sungjin. I had half of a chance. I like to imagine that there’s an alternate universe Young K that debuted in a boy group and has sweet dance moves.”
You smiled as he did, the air around you becoming much less tense than it had been only a few moments before. Brian looked up from his work, smiling slowly as his eyes searched your face. “Want to know a secret?”
“Of course,” you hummed, pulling your knees up to sit beneath your chin.
“I think I’ve had to clean these instruments at least a dozen times for having a bad attitude,” he laughed.
You grinned, incapable of maintaining your rotten mood as he spoke. His presence was so calming and made you feel much better to know that he really could relate. He looked back down to the guitar, the meaning behind his motions touching your heart. His cleaning was such a kind gesture, you knew he had taken over so you could calm yourself.
“Brian?” you asked quietly, tilting your head as you admired him.
“Hm?” he hummed, not even looking up.
“Why did you stop by?” you sighed. “I’m sure you’re busy. And it’s late.”
“Contrary to popular belief,” he sighed. “I don’t avoid the JYP building when I have downtime. I like to utilize the practice room still, even now that I have my own instruments.” He looked up and winked before passing the guitar back to you, keeping his hands supporting the neck until your fingers had grazed his. “There you go, I think I got that spot for you.”
“Thank you,” you nodded quietly. “So really, I should restring this and get out of your way?”
“Now did I say that?” he gasped. “You really are feeling down. What happened in practice to make you feel like this?”
“It’s not one thing exactly...” you sighed. “And I’m sure you have much better things to do than listen to a trainee gripe about their problems. You’re probably tired, why don’t you go get some rest?”
“Y/N,” Brian grinned. “I’m always tired, but never of you. Now spill.”
Your heart soared from his declaration, but you were still self conscious as you began to speak. You didn’t want to sound whiny, but you were exhausted. “It’s just a lot sometimes,” you finally whispered, your head dropping so you would’t have to look at him. “And it’s hard to be positive all the time...
But then that effects the group...and that effects practice for everyone. Sometimes I just wonder if it’s worth it. If the dieting and the constant aches and homesickness...is worth it.”
“I still wonder that and I’ve debuted,” Brian laughed. Your eyes grew wide at his statement, but he instantly began to backpedal, placing his hand lightly on your knee. You tried not to shiver beneath his touch and quietly chanted the contracted dating ban to yourself. “But as soon as I step foot on stage, and I’m singing to MyDay, I’m instantly reminded why it’s worth it. You just have to get there, Y/N.”
“You think I have those answers?” he smiled. “I’m good, but I’m not that good.”
He pulled his hand from your leg and sighed. “Look Y/N. I know I’m not around very often and you don’t have endless amounts of time to waste, but I’m here. You have my number and you shouldn’t be afraid to use it. Let me be the voice of reason for you. Or at least the voice of experience, I don’t know how reasonable I am to be honest, so that might have been a bad directive BUT either way, I’m here. Use me.”
You lifted your brows and tried to keep your face composed by his comment. “Use me.” It was enough to make your heart do a somersault and he instantly recognized it.
“You can’t date until two years after your debut, so get it out of your head,” he chuckled, sticking his tongue out.
“I wasn’t-I didn’t,” you stuttered, shaking your head quickly.
“Hey, you think it’s easy being surrounded some of the most beautiful people on earth?” he smiled. “I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about it.”
“Hadn’t...hand’t thought about...?” you trailed, eying him casually.
“How beautiful and talented you are,” he hummed easily. It was amazing what little shame this man had. “I would have to be completely oblivious not to realize. I’ve gone this long without dating anyone though, so two years is pretty cake. I’ll worry about you then.”
He shot you another wink as he began to stand, the conversation having been completely thrown off the rails by this sudden development. Every ounce of your frustration had been forgotten as you stared at his retreating body.
He paused in the doorway, leaning against the frame, and eying you with a lazy smile. “Really though. Please, if you ever feel stressed...as you can tell, I do well with deflating situations.”
You swallowed quickly, trying to regain situation normal. “I did hear that you were the moderator for arguments when you were a trainee.”
“That was mostly for Mark and it was because no one else spoke English,” Brian grinned. “And don’t argue and say Jae or Jackson, because they would both conveniently forget when tensions were high.”
You nodded, looking down at the guitar in your hands. It was Brian’s favorite. You would have to start taking much better care of it then.
“So, you want to go get food or something?” he asked, remaining stationed at the door. “It always makes me feel better after a bad practice.”
“I don’t think I can leave a punishment,” you hummed, reason trumping your immense want to join him.
“I’ll cover for you,” he smiled. “If anyone asks, I’ll take all the blame.”
“And then we’ll both get punished,” you laughed. “An already debuted idol scrubbing a drum head as if he were a trainee.”
“One does not scrub a drum head,” Brian clucked. “Maybe I should get punished so I can show you a thing or two about cleaning.”
“Well, you have done it much more than I have,” you hummed, this time taking a turn at sending him a wink.
“So are you coming or not?” he asked again, a mischievous grin on his face. “Trade in your cotton balls for some bulgogi.”
“As enticing as it sounds...” you trailed, glancing carefully around the room. “A punishment is a punishment.”
“Fine, build character or whatever this is supposed to do,” he sighed. “I’ll bring you back some to go. Deal?”
“Deal,” you grinned. Brian nodded, turning on his heal to begin down the hall. “Hey Brian?”
For a moment you thought he hadn’t heard you, his figure disappearing from your sight. You bit your lip, waiting to hear his continued footsteps down the hall, but instead, his head appeared in the doorway again.
“Change your mind?” he smirked.
“No,” you laughed. “But...thank you. You know, for dealing with my special brand of terrible. And offering to help.”
“It’s a tough job, but someone has to do it,” he smiled warmly. His eyes twinkled as he spoke, quietly drawing you in, and tempting you to abandon your task. “I’ll be back.”
He disappeared again, leaving you alone amongst the instrument graveyard.
Maybe life would be a little bit easier with Brian Kang to bother.
