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"Mingi! Mingi!" Hongjoon howered over to the said boy. "Have you submitted the lyrics I asked about yet?"
'Fuck. The lyrics'. His job was to submit them to their manager who looks all the lyrics over. It had slipped out of his mind. It was an honest mistake - but a expensive one. Not in money, but this was his chance to show his importance in the group.
While he didn't hate his dancing, it was something that Mingi thought he lacked on. Writing lyrics has been easy to him, and he didn't even need to think before writing. His writing style was different from the others, but he thought that it was cool. Before, he didn't think like that, but when he talked with the members about it, they suggested that perspective to it.
Mingi's head hung low when he explained, "I'm so sorry Hongjoon, it‐it- I didn't." He knew that now the lyrics that he had written had even lower chance on going to the songs on their next album. Their manager had probably already read the other members' lyrics and decided the best of them.
His hands began trembling and he was whipering incoherent words. He had fucked up, fucked up, fucked up-
Hongjoon's hands made their way to the stressed boy's shoulders and back. Mingi felt Hongjoon's hand smoothing him.
"It's okay. Mingi, you can still send them. That would have happened to anyone. Even I forget things! It's no biggie." Hongjoon's attempt to comfort the teary eyed boy was making Mingi even more stressed. 'What do you mean "No biggie," I'm so fucking stupid! I'm a fucked up soul!'
"It's almost 13.00 (1pm), let's go eat something Mingi."
"No-no! I can't! The lyrics!" Mingi yelled at the other. How could Hongjoon be so stupid that he doesn't have any idea how important the lyrics were to him? Maybe the leader doesn't even like Mingi's lyrics and this is his way to make sure that the manager won't even get to see them.
"Hongjoon and Mingi! Come eat before the food gets cold!" San shouted from the kitchen. It was Seonghwa's and San's turn to make the meal. The said duo made some soup with bread on the side.
"Are you okay enough to go there?" Hongjoon asked the boy worriedly. He had seen Mingi stressed a lot of times, but this was the only time that Mingi had been so stressed out that he hadn't had heard the others' words clearly.
"Yeah, thanks I guess," Mingi said and distanced himself from his friend. "We can go." He continued saying while he desparetly tried to even out his breathing.
When they had eaten the delicious meal, Mingi excused himself to his room. The others had decided to head out, so apparently he had the whole dorm to himself.
He hadn't had forgotten about the lyrics a second time. No, he had thought about them the whole mealtime. He began to blink his eyes quickly in hopes of keeping the upcoming tears away.
His lyric book was already sad enough, it didn't need tears any more. He thought that his heart was goingung to pop out of his body. It beated fast. Almost faster than his thoughts shifted from one to another.
Mingi opened his laptop and found the lyrics he had prepared. He shared them to the manager, now all he could do was wait. The manager wasn't the hardest worker. He was known for lazying around and not doing his job until the last minute.
Mingi's phone beeped and he saw a new message pop up:
'I've decided the lyrics. 🥁🥁🥁🥁 Be ready to polish them if your lyrics won! I'm dissapointed in you Mingi-ssi. You didn’t send anyth...'
He didn't want to read anymore of the message. He was late. It was true, he was a dissapointment. He took his hair in his hand and started to pull it hard. It was strangely comforting.
The others were completely obvious to their fellow groupmates breakdown in the dorm.