thanks for all the subscriptions and views! this is the first fic I'm writing, so it's really encouraging for me to see the subs and views. 
I started on this a month ago, that's why I'm able to update this fast for now. I'll try doing weekly updates from now, but pardon me if I disappear for some time as my exams are coming up.
once again, thank you and hope you all enjoy this fic! ^^
 

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Kyuhyun heaved a sigh of relief and returned the music sheets back to its original position on the table.

“Heechul hyung installed a sound recorder, or rather an eavesdropping device, so that he could hear the recording in the inner studio and not walk in by accident during recordings. Or maybe for other reasons that I don’t want to know about. Anyway, I was outside listening when you stopped abruptly, so I barged in hoping nothing was wrong.” Ryeowook explained as he opened the door and walked into the inner studio.

His eyes fell on the music sheets on the table.

“Don’t tell me… you were singing THAT?!” Ryeowook screeched and widened his eyes at the trainee in front of him.

“Uh… Does it matter?” Kyuhyun blinked innocently with his big eyes. (yes, as much as how arrogant he is at times, he has his innocent moments)

“OF COURSE IT MATTERS! It is close to everything for Sungmin hyung!
He wrote it for his love!” Ryeowook blurted out while waving his hands around animatedly. He swung them to his mouth when he realized he spoke too much. Way too much.

Deciding that the harm has already been done, Ryeowook sighed.

“Yeah, for his love. And so, you have officially offended our star composer-nim. Way to go, star trainee~” Ryeowook sneered, clapping his hands slowly.

Kyuhyun cringed at the sarcasm. Ryeowook may seem like a nice and innocent sunbae usually, but his tongue is really sharp at times like this.
He was about to retaliate when the composer came back into the studio.

“Get out.” Sungmin ordered as he rummaged through the sheets and documents on the table, looking for something.

Ryeowook stepped out of the inner studio, wrapping his arm around Sungmin’s shoulder. “Are you hungry, hyung? I made your favorite pumpkin soup for tonight!” He tried to sound as cheerful as he could.

Sungmin found the paper he needed and turned to walk out of the studio, dragging Ryeowook along