Yoohyeon’s POV

Yubin and I are currently in our private studio. We’re both producers, we make music. Well, it’s more of her than me. I just help with the vocal samples. 

“No, this one should go like this” she dismissively argued. I can tell she’s not in the mood right now.

“Hey, take personal things out of this matter and clear your mind” I snapped back at her. She’s been giving me this attitude for a few hours now.

“I’m not! Just.. one of those days..” she glared to the side.

“What’s the matter with you? Need a drink?” I put a hand on her shoulder. She shrugged.

“It’s just we’ve been going on and off and it’s sooo draining man.. She’s always so moody. She’s always busy but I always make time for her so was I wrong to ask for the same treatment??” she grabbed her hair and covered her face with her palms.

“Hey, maybe it’s time to.. break things with her?” I suggested. She glared at me before scoffing.

“Really Yooh? Of course, that’s what you would’ve done. But I’m not like you Yoohyeon-ah. I don’t date and around” she scoffed before looking back at me again with a regretful expression.

“.. I’m sorry Yoohyeon” I stood up and wiped the tears that painfully escaped my eyes.

“Out of all the people.. you’re the one who should know me best Dami-yah. I guess we’ll talk after you’ve cleared your head and maybe finally get out of that toxic relationship because I know I wouldn’t get stuck in that kind of stupid relationship anyways” I said disappointedly before opening the door and slamming it shut behind me. 

I sighed before starting the engine of my car. I’m so disappointed and mad and disgusted not because she just spat those words at me like she forgot who I was but because of how she described me. 

What have I become? I really allowed myself to be like that to people’s eyes.. I know people’s opinions shouldn’t matter but there are times when your own filter won’t work and those words will just eventually reach you and hits you right in the face. I hated myself for turning that way.. but I’ve been doing sooo good.. I know I am.. and I hate myself for being weak that it only takes those words coming from my bestfriend’s mouth to really.. bring me back to zero. My sobs are getting harsher. I wiped my face before dialing the person whom I know loves me more than I love myself right now.

“Oh? Hey, you left your hoodie here and you forgot to drink your water!” She answered angrily but somehow it made my heart melt that I almost forget why I even cried a few minutes ago.

“I drank water in the studio baby” I replied, she must’ve noticed my hoarsened voice.

“Are you ok? Did Bora give you a hard time?” She asked worriedly.

“Hm.. no, I just got out of the studio and I’m still in my car. Can I come over?” I asked hoping she’ll say yes.

“Baby.. Bora and I had a talk, she wanted to talk to you.. you have to go home, sorry puppy I’ll make it up to you next week ok? Can we facetime before you drive home? I wanna see your face” I smiled and switched the call to facetime.

“Who made you cry?!” I chuckled at her giving me that gangster rock n roll Minji expression, our inside joke.

“I just got caught up with my emotion while singing this sample for Dami. I miss you babe” I pouted through the screen.

“Aww.. ok should I tell Bora to reschedule that talk then?” She didn’t buy it, but Minji isn’t that type of person who would manipulate you into saying things yo