Summary: You've been helping the other boys with their instruments, telling them to play and memorize except for John which made him jealous. ヽ(^。^)丿
You were in the recording studio along with the four members of the band, Queen, trying to help out with whatever you can help them out with. You were seated across Brian who was practicing his solo.
"Come on, give it another try," you said, encouraging him to play it again since he kinda messed up a bit and forgot to play a chord. "I keep forgetting this part," he muttered, lightly pressing his finger on the sheet. "Here, I'll hold the sheet in front of you," you said, grabbing the sheet that was on his leg. "You'll tire your arms," he said. You shook your head in oppose. "I'll be fine. Go ahead."
He started playing, and he still messed up but he went on again and finally he was able to do it without mistakes. "Now try it, without looking at the sheets so you could memorize and —"
"Y/n, darling, can you tell Roger to practice his drums? He's smoking his cigar outside," Freddie called, making both you and Brian turn to look at him. You looked at Brian and he just gave you a nod to say that it was okay to leave, so you got up and walked outside.
John was just seated on another couch, also trying to practice his part but he's a bit distracted. Even so, he tried his best to focus.
You walked back in the room with Roger, laughing about some corny joke he's told you. "You're going to record in a few minutes, go practice your drums a bit," you said, shooing him. "Can you kiss my drumsticks goodluck?" He jokingly asked with a cheeky grin. "No, but I can give it a quick practice on your head," you said sardonically.
"How about my hands?" He asked again. "How about I smite you if you don't practice?" You said, arms crossed. "Just a kiss," he mumbled. You laughed. "John's going to kill us both."
"Deacy's fine with it, right, John?" Roger called over to John. You turned to look at him, sending Roger a glare. "He was just kidding, John," you brought your eyes back to Roger. "Go practice," you chuckled, shaking your head.
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"Sorry," John mumbled, it was the 3rd take already of the same part of the song because he kept messing up. Roger groaned, putting his sticks down on one of his dreams. "Come on, mate, get it together, we've been here for forever."
You worriedly looked at John who was just looking down at his bass guitar. "H-hey, it's okay. Don't mind him, John. We can try again. Do you want to practice a bit first?" You asked, trying to help him out. "No. I'm fine," he replied coldly, you just nodded.
They started playing again and for the fourth time, John got the chord wrong again, earning two loud groans of frustration from Brian and Roger. You looked at Freddie who was also looking at you, you shrugged.
"Let's call it a day, we'll try again tomorrow." Freddie said, walking away from the boys. You jogged towards John. "Hey, you okay?" You asked, tilting your head a bit. He didn't say anything except gave you an almost unnoticeable nod before walking away. You felt slightly offended, looking at the other guys to see if they're thinking the same thing.
"He's mad," Brian whispered, carefully putting his guitar down on the couch like as if it was a new born baby. "It's your fault, Roger, you kept complaining," he added, pointing at Roger accusingly. "How is it my bloody fault? He's the one who kept getting it wrong," Roger retorted, also lowering his voice so John wouldn't hear. You walked over to Freddie who was just sipping on his wine, looking at the two bicker about whoever pissed John off.
You sighed, seating beside him. "It's your fault, you know," he spoke, making you turn your head to him. "What?"
"Why John's acting that way, it's your fault," He enunciated, you waited for him to explain but he didn't so you asked, "how is it my fault? I didn't do anything. We barely even talked today."
"Exactly," Freddie said, taking another sip off his glass. "You were all over Brian and Roger today except him."
"Hey, you're the one who asked me to help Roger. And Brian — I was just helping him out. Besides, I didn't think... I thought John was just always chill about... stuffs... and not being the jealous type of guy..." you reasoned, mumbling the last bit, looking at Brian and Roger who were now talking about something else.
Freddie just shrugged, looking at you with amusement, as if telling you, "you're screwed."
You groaned, getting up. "Fine, I'll apologize." You walked out the room, trying to look for John. You found him seated on the balustrade, looking at the calluses on his fingers.
"Hey," you hesitantly called, your hands clasped behind your back. He slighy turned his head to you. No words. That hurt...
You sat beside him, placing your hands on your lap. "You mad?" You asked, fiddling with your bracelet. "At me?"
"No," he mumbled. You lifted your head to look at him. "I kinda feel like you are."
"I'm not."
You didn't say anything. There was just silence engulfing the both of you. "You should get back in, they probably need your help in there," he said with a hint of sarcasm. "Practice is over —"
"Joke around with them then," he said, cutting you off.
"That sure sounds like you're not mad at me," you jokingly said. You couldn't help but smile. "Are you jealous?" You asked, bending down a little so you could see his face. "No," he said, looking the other direction. "I think you are," you chuckled, wrapping him in a hug. "I'm sorry, Deacy. I was just helping them out."
"You never help me out," he finally admitted, complaining like a little kid. "Because I know you're already good and I know you'd always be the first one to memorize your chords, so I thought I could help the others out," you explained. "But I know, I still should've helped you out. My boyfriend needs me more," you giggled, leaning closer to give him a peck.
"I'm sorry, love," you frowned, wrapping him tighter. He finally faced you. "I'm sorry too, got a bit childish," he mumbled, returning the hug. "Again."
You snickered, giving him another peck. "Because you've been laughing around the guys —"
"But they're not my boyfriend and at the end of the day, you're the one I'd want to be laughing with. So stop being jealous," you smiled comfortingly.
"I love you, John." He leaned in giving you a sweet and passionate kiss. "I love you too and I'm sorry."
