afab reader x Woozi • slight angst • get back relationship
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“Can’t I just produce music by myself? I could do the same thing Woozi did.” You stated and the manager just shook their head no, disagreeing with her opinion. “You need people’s opinion on how you sing your own song y/n. The outcome might turned out bad if you did it on your own. It’s just one day. One day in the recording studio and sing. It’s not like I’m asking you to make out with him.”
You cursed under your breath and a sigh escaped your lips.
Maybe dating a band mate was a bad thing after all. Especially when he’s a producer like you, staying up late and being in one studio room with him is really a pain in your ass. You couldn’t avoid him forever.
With him as your producer for your solo album, you were thinking if you could even finish the song with him being one room with you. But you didn’t know how Woozi felt. Because to be really honest, he felt scared for you. Seeing how you changed a lot after the break up. He rarely sees you going out to dinner or eat together when there’s a company gathering.
You were sleep deprived, struggling with your album and he would be beside you pretending to compose a new song when in reality he was listening to the pain you’re in. The way your head keeps tilting from your sleepiness, you were in terrible condition. There were times where you would fall asleep in the studio while composing songs and ended up not going back to the dorm.
Now you were in the recording room with Woozi alone. You refuse to meet his gaze while he was directly eyeing on you. Your eyes were focusing on the lyrics in the paper, scanning every single letters. When you started singing, you didn’t feel like it was good enough. Even Woozi noticed it.
The rhythm was a bit off.
You couldn’t reach the high note that you usually could.
Vocals could’ve been better.
Of course you were a bit frustrated with how you sing but Woozi didn’t point it out and only said “It’s okay it was nice, could you try to strain your voice at the end of the sentence?”
It usually wouldn’t take this long to record your voice. But now it was taking you so long to finish half.
“Should we take 5?” That was something rare Woozi would do. And before you could answer he stood up from his chair and walked in the recording room with a water bottle, giving it to you. There was an awkward silence before he voiced out.
“Are you okay?” He asked and your eyes weren’t focusing on the paper in front of you anymore. You slowly met his and faked a laugh.
“Y/n.” He cuts you off and you realized he was being serious.
“Your actions right now doesn’t match your words.” He told you, scanning your sunken under eyes, your collarbones are more visible, your lost of focus and spaced out often.
You let out a heavy sigh, trying hard to swallow the lump in your throat as you run back your hair using your fingers.
His hands found its way to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear but his action made you a little startled.
“You- promise. You freaking promise me you’ll be alright without me and I fell for it. You told me that we both should not be hurting after this.” His voice. It was more of a soft talk instead of a harsh one. “Why aren’t you keeping up with your words…”
To be honest. He really didn’t lose his feelings for you. It’s been 2 months. Those two months that could’ve filled with joy was horrible. His feelings for you stayed the same and never changed. Was it because the lack of spending time together made him breaking things off with you?
He stepped closer to you and pulling you in a hug. You were hesitate at first and think of pushing him away. But his touch made you sink in his arms and giving up trying to fight your selfish mind.
“This gap in our relationship is killing me.” You breathed, the grip you had on his shirt tightened.
Those two months could’ve been great.
“I thought it didn’t hurt you. I didn’t realize you were hurting as much as I am.”
“I’m sorry for hurting you love. We’ll try to make it work out again yeah? I promise you this would be the last time I hurt you.” Woozi said, wiping a tear that was fallen from your eye.
“Did you peek inside the studio? What are they doing?” Seungcheol’s mouth was stuffed with questions that needed an answer. The manager has a smile planted on their face.
“Don’t be surprised if you saw Woozi and y/n hugging during practice tomorrow ” The excitement tone bought Seungcheol boosting with energy.
“Maybe. Let them be. I think letting Woozi take over y/n’s solo music is the best decision we made. Bumzu is probably happy with zero work.”
“At least now no one is hurting.”
