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2﹔constant pinging
BIDDING SUNG-WOO SAFE TRAVELS BACK TO HIS HUMBLE ABODE, WON-JAE CLOSES THE STUDIO DOOR WITH A SILENT SIGH RUBBING HIS DRY EYES. TIME TO WORK, BUT WHAT'S THE RUSH?
Won-jae throws himself against his black, plush couch letting his head lean back. He fishes his phone out of his grey sweatpants pocket.
Unlocking the device, Won-jae searches for an app to help waste time. Ah, one of his favorite games is chosen.
He flips the phone in both palms to play the mobile game. It helps the time pass, as Won-jae presses the screen fastly. But the tattooed male glances at his desk with guilt. He shuts his phone off shuffling himself over to the messy desk.
Turning on his large device Won-jae plays around with his hands waiting for it fully come on.
All the audio files are stored away waiting to be finished or hopefully released to the fans. But are his feelings or words strong enough for the fans? Perhaps this struggle of getting his feelings out the right way with the right melody is the thing making him procrastinate.
Now, is working on beats and composing lyrics at this time of night healthy for Won-jae?
No.
However, this is one of the only good times when his creativity flows and allows him to create the music he wants. This particular song is a collaboration with his friend Harry.
But while his brain fumbles around to try and find the right words and rhymes for the song, he keeps hearing loud pings coming from his phone. It is interrupting his train of thought.
Maybe if he just leaves it alone and tries to focus, it will go away.
Wrong.
His phone rings loudly once again, he huffs and reaches for the device responsible for all of the noise. He clicks the side button for the screen to fade on and shows him that his Instagram has a lot of notifications from one user.
He opens up the app and taps on the heart to view his notifications. The user has liked a lot of his posts.
Which may have boosted his pride a bit.
He also sees that they left a comment under one of his posts. It is a recent one when he went out with Jay and the rest of the crew.
He is curious as to who the user is and decides to lean into it and view her page. He taps on her profile picture and lets his phone load.
He immediately goes to her most recent post. His eyes widen as his cheeks fade to light baby pink, she is gorgeous. Everything from her beautiful hair and e/c eyes down to her s/c body and that captivating laugh he hears through one of her videos.
Eventually, he sets his phone down and pulls his jet-black beanie back over his forehead, and contemplates contacting the pretty girl.
It's not likely that she will reject him seeing as she is the start of his lack of focus on his music. But he is feeling that same old feeling bubble up in his chest, anxiety. He breathes slowly trying to reduce the agonizing feeling.
Knowing he will probably beat himself over missing the chance to speak to her and his friends will probably clown him as well. He decides to message her.
And in a way she already had stated her feelings, so what is the harm in texting her? The first move is made, and now it's Won-jae's turn.
Clicking the message button on her page, he waits on it to load as he decides what to say to her. What can he possibly say to make her want to keep talking to him? Or to not sound creepy?
The corners of his chapstick-covered lips lift as he types the message and clicks send awaiting her response.193Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUM1vcV8TZS
