( 🌙 . ⛧ 주린 ( @rinikyuu ) ➡ 근원 )
“y’know, rini,” addresses haelin, sighing as he sets his phone aside. being that the device may as well be surgically attached to his hand, the symbolic value of his putting it down alludes to the value of the impending topic - if his solemn eyes and the fact that his lips aren’t curved by some degree of characteristic mischief somehow fail to convey this on their lonesome. the studio is ironically quiet this afternoon, but as one of the most active and renowned producers on roster, haelin is here anyway. and so is jurin, for she’d scheduled a recording session for later in the day, but came early.
early. the rapper appreciates that. it’s somewhat silently advised that artists show up early to recordings because it gives a chance to really settle in, to prepare for the upcoming artistry and to produce the best possible results. realistically, they could have started by now - no one else is in the booth, after all. but haelin wants to wait a moment. he wants to finally seize the opportunity he’s consistently missed to say to the young vocalist what he feels she deserves to hear.
“it was a while ago now, you know ... that whole ordeal that happened on the show.” coliseum; the show alluded to with such informality. “and i’m sure you know there were no hard feelings over what i did, right? mnet has a tendency to make me look like a dickhole, but, i mean - the only reason i eliminated you was because you fell through on the challenge. but that doesn’t mean i don’t think you’re talented. i think the total opposite of that, to be honest ... i mean, the fact you even made it to the top twenty says a lot, right?” he smiles - the kind of smile that conveys a stale guilt and the fact that he knows she probably hasn’t thought about this in ages, being that her debut is just around the corner. but even then, he feels like he ought to clarify that he had no negative prejudices against her ... that it was solely his seriousness when it comes to the business rather than personal feelings. he’s always been good at separating those.
too good, sometimes.
“and, i wanted to tell you something else -” he murmurs, leaning so far back upon the leather couch that his head collides softly with the wall; the gentle thump which ensues the audible indicator. “when ceo-nim mentioned the possibility of giving on of the girls that got cut a second chance ... i was the first person to mention you. ’cause i saw how hard you were working. i knew you deserved it. and i respected - respect, actually - you, a hell of a lot. not to get all soft, and shit. but i wanted to tell you that. had to get if off my chest, y’know?”
clearing his throat, he sits up, moving closer to the couch’s edge. “alright, ready to go?”
