I barely managed to stop my tears and get back on my feet.
It was early. I took a deep breath and headed toward my personal practice room. As I approached, I heard voices.
I frowned and opened the door. The person I saw when I opened the door was Seventeen's Woozi. My eyes widened and I immediately frowned. I spoke to Woozi in a sharp voice.
"What is it?"
"what?"
"Who are you to come into my practice room?"
"I was just curious... because I heard you were composing something."
"...Ugh....Please leave."
"no"
I was annoyed. My studio was like a treasure trove for me.
It is no exaggeration to say that I devoted half of my life to it.
"Can I hear the song you worked on?"
"no, I do not want"
"I'll come out right away if you play me a song."
"......This is it"
"I told you so~"
I looked at Wooji again, suspicious. He shrugged as I looked at him with a suspicious look. I felt uneasy, but I still agreed to go, so he played me a song I'd made on the computer.
The title of the song is 'Even If That's Your Happiness' (search for the original on YouTube!). It was a song I wrote when I was feeling quite emotionally burdened and complicated. I listened to the song and glanced at Woozi to see his reaction.
Mr. Wooji had a rather ambiguous expression on his face. I bit my lip. As I continued to bite my lip, Mr. Wooji smiled at me and said.
"You're doing well"
"yes??"
"You did a good job"
"......It's okay since I told you. Go out."
"thingYou're so cool. Okay, I get it. Just go out."
Mr. Wooji listened to me and walked toward the studio door. Then, suddenly, he looked back. My eyes widened, and I asked him, "Why are you looking at me?" Mr. Wooji smiled broadly and spoke to me.
"I'm just doing well"
After finishing speaking, I opened the door and left. I was dazed. I was just dazed, not knowing what to say. At that moment, a KakaoTalk alarm sounded on my phone. I came to my senses, took out my phone, and checked. There was a KakaoTalk message.
widely-
I left my phone next to the desk. I went to the chair, sat down, and leaned back. It was comfortable. I had no thoughts. Suddenly, my heart started to hurt.
My heart ached so much, it felt like it was being ripped apart. I rummaged through the bag next to me. Unable to resist the pull of my hand, the bag fell limply to the floor.
I, too, fell to the floor, as if I'd fallen off my chair. As I was somehow rummaging through my bag, a pure white pill bottle rolled out of it.