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! chapter twenty-two ─── ʚĭɞ

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Whether it was pure exhaustion from the busy day and late night added together or something else completely, Miyeon felt as if she was walking on air.

No - not just walking, dancing. Each step felt like the ground beneath it was made of the fluffy clouds imprinted on Eunsang's mouse pad. A warm feeling had settled in her stomach, thoughts a little fuzzy.

The day had gone by quickly, lunch skipped accidentally through hours slaving away at Eunsang's computer, the owner disappearing for short bursts of time before glancing over her shoulder to see her process.

A knock on the door hadn't drawn her from her concentration-induced trance, but it had alerted Aeja, who had gently pried her away from the screen and handed her off to Mr Seo; she had had a vocal session assigned for earlier that morning, however because of the meeting with Heekyung and Miss Kang it had been re-adjusted to a later time. It was now that later time.

Mr Seo had heard of their big meeting whilst learning that Miyeon's session had to be later on in the day so he didn't seem to be too bothered by the level of distraction that the Hwang girl was so clearly in.

Whilst singing, her mind seemed to be elsewhere as she read the lyrics, eyes skimming over the lines of text - often aas if she had never even seen them before. He didn't bother when he saw her fingers tapping an unfamilar beat on the side of the sheet stand, nails clicking on the black plastic of the microphone.

Not only had he heard about the meeting, he know knew more about the contents of it, as told by a rather hurried Miyeon as they walked from the top floor to the trainee's floor. And if he was truthful to himself, he was worried.

Maiya had seemed to be in the same state of mind when he asked her if she had seen the Hwang girl - it appeared that Miyeon had been sat up in that producers' room since the end of the meeting, and already in that day they had been through dance practise and been to the gym - she was sure to be exhausted.

Her duties now held a lot more responsibility for the group. And like the other girls had thought, it seemed like a lot like favourtism, it was really just disguised as that, instead it was truly a whole added workload of songwriting and producing.

In his opinion, it was far too much to load onto someone with so much work already. She had dance practises and vocal sessions, lessons for idol etiquette and now weeks of preparing for a debut.

But none of them would dare complain about it. This had been their dream for years and they couldn't throw away the hardwork that had come between their audition and the final few weeks just because it got far busier than it had been before, and they lost a lot of freedom that quite frankly had been a liberty that many who worked normal jobs didn't have.

So Mr Seo hadn't said anything, just wished Miyeon good luck as she rushed out of the room, heading back to the producers' studio for the rest of the evening.

By the time she got back, Eunsang had returned to his desk and pushed into the only remaining corner in the room was yet another table with several computers and every other necessity set up on it. Clearly, whilst Miyeon had been busy with Mr Seo, they had been occupied putting together a station for her to work at.

Which caused a firework of joy go off in the Hwang girl's stomach and for a good half hour she couldn't stop smiling. It seemed that the three producers had seen her work whilst she was in her lesson and deemed her good enough to keep working on the title track and any other song for the company.

She settled back into work and didn't leave until close to midnight, Luna rushing her about and forcing Jae to drive her back to the dorms - in her eyes, it was their fault that they made her stay back late, and because they were still working Miyeon didn't feel as if she was able to leave.

In reality, the trainee seemed to have lost track of time, immersed in this new world that she had been so quickly accepted by. And the next day was exactly the same - minus the hours long meeting about the company's plans for the next month for VIVID.

They had the song composed and a demo recorded by late evening, the small numbers in the corner of Miyeon's main monitor well on their way to 10pm when she finally sat back in her chair.

Eunsang, Aeja and Jaeho had been watching her for the past two minutes; Luna had caught on first that something was about to be finished, returning to their other products after hours of working collaboratively on the title track. But at some point, they had left it to Miyeon who they deemed, as a member of the group, would have the best knowledge on what to include.

They had recorded the demo earlier on in the evening, ten or so minutes after the four of them had finished eating their dinner; the house special takeaway gimbap from the producers' favourite place a few streets away, and since then Miyeon had been working on the finishing touches, layering the vocals over it and leaning back after a final click.

Behind her, Eunsang, Jaeho and Aeja had exploded into applause, led by none other than Aeja who had known Miyeon would have been able to do it from the very beginning. And she had - she had finished the demo in just over thirty-six hours since meeting them.

Jae had pulled out some beers hidden away in the back of the mini-fridge kept in the kitchen and they had celebrated - finding out just how much of a lightweight Miyeon was; two beers in and they knew that if she wanted to get home properly they couldn't give her anymore.

Or at least, Eunsang and Aeja decided that - Jae was just as bad as drinking - and the much more coherent producers had led their old friend and their new friend out easily, past Mr Baek who looked only a little concerned and to two awaiting taxis.

Aeja had pulled Miyeon into one, holding both of their bags and giving the driver the address of the dorms. Both girls waved goodbye to Eunsang and Jaeho as they drove past. And now, after Luna had dropped her off, Miyeon was holding onto the rails on the side of the mirrored elevator.

Eventually it came to a stop and she pushed herself forwards, strands of hair obscuring her vision, only to walk straight into a wall.

Of black leather.

Not actually a wall - thank god - because that would of hurt a hell of a lot more. And it was a wall that spoke, apparently.

"Hwang Miyeon, are you drunk?"