"Uh-huh." Yujin watched him for a while longer, then reached out to poke his cheek. "How much make-up are you wearing? What's up with your skin?" It looked flawless, even up close. That had to be some kind of trick. Make-up or whatever. Maybe surgery? Could surgery fix pores? He honestly didn't know. "Don't you have any people that actually know how to write songs at your company? Why don't you steal something from them?"
Seemed more economical, frankly. He stopped poking and straightened up. "You're so slow too. Is that what girls like about you?"
JB grabbed his hand when he went to poke again and held it tight, looking up at him with a death glare. "Don't touch my face with your gross hand." He shoved it away from him and exhaled in annoyance, trying to focus on what he was doing but it was hard when there was a pest annoying him. "I just have naturally good skin. I also wash it often, I think that helps, Maybe you should try it some time."
That and he moisturised but he wasn't going to share that with him. "I'm trying to work. Go bother someone else." He tried his best to ignore him, opening up his sample files from the USB and trying to not let Yujin deter him. He wasn't a song thief... his manager was.
"You're in my spot." Well, it was true. He pretty much lived here. Or actually lived here, there was a rolled up sleeping bag in one corner for a reason. Still, he was the one doing the most work here, so he felt he'd earned it. "Ah, such a waste of time."
He looked up at the sky as if that could help, sighing dramatically. "Please, you don't even know what real music is, why do you pretend you can write any?"
Almost as good a question as the skin one, he'd say.
"I know what music is, I work with it all day. My life for the passed four years has been all music. You wouldn't know that. Look at you, you aren't even qualified to do what I do yet you think you can lecture me?" Pfft. Loser. He shook his head and rolled his chair back, because apparently he wasn't allowed to have any time to work on this. Not as long as Yujin was here.
"What does it take to get rid of you?"
Well, he would do it at this point - whatever the fuck it was. Cause this was just slow and painful.
"Ah, you are a true professional, is that it?" Yujin grinned, pulling himself up so he could sit on the desk and kick his legs a little. He was having a good time. "Just show me your song-writing skills. I want to learn from you, teacher-nim."
He glanced at the clock in the corner, then gestured to it. "All right, arrange something. You've got fifteen minutes. I could do it. Show me what you can do and I'll leave."
"Fine but you have to shut up. And maybe clean some. I can't stand this mess in here." How were there so many chip bags around? What was he doing in here? It was like a rat. Just living, eating, leaving stuff everywhere in a mess. He huffed in annoyance and tried to block out Yujin, arranging the beat he had on his USB and changing it around in the ways he wanted.
It had to be something good to dance to. And now he had his own work - not stolen, not plagiarised, not bought from a better writer.
He played the beat aloud and leaned back in his chair, smiling up at Yujin. Ha. He did it.
"That's gonna be a really nice project to hand in for your evaluation in junior high. You'd get a C, if the teacher likes you," Yujin said in a very encouraging and, therefore, obviously fake voice. He had spent the time on his phone, that he had illegally smuggled in, blatantly not cleaning anything up, ever. He was determined to make more of a mess as soon as he could.
But for now he moved, leaned over JB and graciously saved his current work as 'mediocre draft'. Then he took over, creating an arrangement of his own quickly. He let it play and looked over to catch JB's eyes. "Here, I made you an A-student. Do you want to pay me to tutor you?"
"I just wish you'd stay out of my personal space. I would pay you for that but there's cheaper ways to get rid of a pest like you." JB huffed as he reached out to turn the music off and yeah, he was annoyed because it did sound better and he fucking hated it. Not that he'd give that away. "I wouldn't give it an A, personally. It's too -- rough. What do you call it? Indie?"
He huffed out a laugh and shook his head, gently shoving Yujin away from the computer. Damn, he was a solid. Like fucking brick. "Very uninspiring. Now, if you're done ruining my music, kindly get lost."
"I'm leaving, doll-face." Wait. He had meant to say that as an insult, but now it almost came out like a very, very weird endearment. Yujin frowned and tried to move past it, finally straightening up and shaking his head. "If you want to write music people care about, you gotta have a soul. So try and win that back from your company, huh? Or you'll keep producing the same crap as everyone else."
He doubted he could get through to him, but hey. He had tried. "Real music is about what you feel. Not what they tell you to do."
"Real music is music. Don't be elitist. The songs I sing, I care about them. Otherwise, I wouldn't sing them." Not always true, sometimes Cheon made him do stuff he hated but he always found a way to love it. His father had told him that if this was his passion, he had to embrace all of it and he had. Even some awful, stolen songs he didn't really want.
"Go on, tell me, what's real music to you? You clearly hate my stuff so what's better?" What was the superior music?
"Something from the heart. Something you gotta get out because you'll explode otherwise. Raw feeling, true emotion. Having that one thing you care about so much you have to sing about it." Taking on the challenge, Yujin moved over to get the second chair. He spun it around and sat down right by JB, getting his headphones.
He put them on JB and then turned on the music. He had a mix on, so he wasn't even sure where in the playlist he was. Some original stuff, some old school rock, some other, newer stuff. "Listen to that. Really listen."
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Seemed more economical, frankly. He stopped poking and straightened up. "You're so slow too. Is that what girls like about you?"
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That and he moisturised but he wasn't going to share that with him. "I'm trying to work. Go bother someone else." He tried his best to ignore him, opening up his sample files from the USB and trying to not let Yujin deter him. He wasn't a song thief... his manager was.
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He looked up at the sky as if that could help, sighing dramatically. "Please, you don't even know what real music is, why do you pretend you can write any?"
Almost as good a question as the skin one, he'd say.
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"What does it take to get rid of you?"
Well, he would do it at this point - whatever the fuck it was. Cause this was just slow and painful.
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He glanced at the clock in the corner, then gestured to it. "All right, arrange something. You've got fifteen minutes. I could do it. Show me what you can do and I'll leave."
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It had to be something good to dance to. And now he had his own work - not stolen, not plagiarised, not bought from a better writer.
He played the beat aloud and leaned back in his chair, smiling up at Yujin. Ha. He did it.
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But for now he moved, leaned over JB and graciously saved his current work as 'mediocre draft'. Then he took over, creating an arrangement of his own quickly. He let it play and looked over to catch JB's eyes. "Here, I made you an A-student. Do you want to pay me to tutor you?"
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He huffed out a laugh and shook his head, gently shoving Yujin away from the computer. Damn, he was a solid. Like fucking brick. "Very uninspiring. Now, if you're done ruining my music, kindly get lost."
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He doubted he could get through to him, but hey. He had tried. "Real music is about what you feel. Not what they tell you to do."
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"Go on, tell me, what's real music to you? You clearly hate my stuff so what's better?" What was the superior music?
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He put them on JB and then turned on the music. He had a mix on, so he wasn't even sure where in the playlist he was. Some original stuff, some old school rock, some other, newer stuff. "Listen to that. Really listen."