[One-Shot] Feeling It
“Oh baby let’s go-“
“Stop. Chaerin-ah, come out.”
Chaerin takes off her headphones and steps out of the recording studio, dreading hearing her evaluation from Teddy. Aish. She knew it wasn’t going to be good.
Teddy confirms her suspicions. “What’s wrong with your voice? Are you not feeling it?”
“I don’t really know what’s wrong, oppa,” Chaerin replies, letting out a huff of air. “I can’t seem to get a feel for the song.”
“Try it again,” he suggests. “Imagine the emotion, the situation behind it. Draw from experience.”
A few minutes later, he tells her to come out. She sighs.
“Take a break,” he says gently. “You’re starting to sound robotic. I think we’ve recorded enough for today.”
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Later, Chaerin finds herself at Jiyong and Seungri’s apartment after the recording session. She lets herself in with the help of their housekeeper, who happened to have been leaving at the same time. As she enters, she finds the apartment exactly as she remembers it - clean and quirky. Speaking of clean and quirky…
“In the living room,” a voice calls out. She peeks beyond the entryway into the living room and finds Jiyong sitting on the couch. He is watching television with a cellphone in hand and his computer on his lap. Still doing business, as usual.
Chaerin shuffles across the living room, noting the presence of Seungri’s indoor shoes. Must be out with his noonas, she thinks, mentally snorting. Ah well. They have the apartment to themselves, at least.
She unceremoniously plops down on the couch face first. Jiyong turns his head briefly at the sound before returning to his work. She stays with her face pressed against the couch for a few minutes without saying anything. For a few moments, the only sounds in the room were coming from the television and his taps on the keyboard.
“Fun day at work?” asks Jiyong lightly. Her head shakes vigorously, still managing to stay pressed against the leather. A frustrated sigh comes out from underneath the mass of hair splayed across the couch. Without another word, Jiyong puts his laptop aside. As if on cue, Chaerin crawls into his lap as he wraps an arm around her.
With his cell phone still in hand, he asks, “What’s wrong?” Chaerin lifts her head, blows a strand of hair from her face, and places her chin on her hands.
“Teddy-oppa says I’m not feeling it today,” she says, pouting.
“And why does this bother you?” His fingers are flying across the small keyboard of his phone.
“Because it’s true!” she exclaims, sitting up from her position. “I read the lyrics and I can’t get the emotion. I can’t picture the situation like he wants me to.”
“What are the lyrics?” Click, click, another memo sent. A text message pops up. ‘From Teddy’, it reads.
“You make me hot with one look; just one touch and I’m shook/Oh baby, let’s go tonight,” Chaerin sings. Her mouth falls into a frown. “I still can’t get it, even now.”
The typing stops momentarily.
“What?” She sits up.
“He says you can’t feel it?” Jiyong finally takes his eyes off of his cell phone to look at her for the first time that day.
“Yes! It’s so frustrating.” She leans back and unzips her hoodie. It was getting hot, anyway.
“Hm.” He puts his cell phone on table next to his laptop, turns off the television. “Is that right…”
Moments later, Chaerin finds herself half-clothed with her back pressed against the couch, her lips attached to the man who periodically claims her as his. His lips begin moving down, down her chin to her neck, leaving a scorching trail on her skin. She gasps as he nibbles at the most sensitive spot on her neck, but it later turns into a moan as he soothes it with his tongue. She trembles as one of his hands slides down her stomach to the buttons on her shorts, leaving her skin burning in its path. And suddenly, in her head she hears, “You make me hot with one look…”
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The following day when Chaerin stumbles out of the recording booth, Teddy’s expression is more than pleased.
“Much better,” he praises. “I’m glad you slept on it and got it.”
“Yeah, I uh… worked on it all night.” Chaerin reaches up to run her fingers through her hair nervously and winces when it gets caught in its tangles. Her hair is a complete disheveled mess.
Teddy raises an eyebrow. “You worked so hard you didn’t even bother changing your clothes?”
She blinks in confusion. “What?”
“Your clothes,” he repeats. “You’re wearing the same clothes as yesterday.”
She looks down in alarm and looks back up again, her face feeling hot. Busted. “Yeah… uh… didn’t get much rest from working on it so much. I got here as soon as possible.”
He raises an eyebrow again. “I see.” A pause. She bites her lip. She thinks he knows, but fervently hopes he doesn’t. She gets the itch to leave to alleviate the awkwardness.
“I’m… going to go… now…” she says, slowly moving toward the door.
“We’ll finish recording tomorrow,” Teddy says, turning around in his chair to face the computer again. Chaerin nearly breathes a sigh of relief. He doesn’t know. She turns the handle to leave.
“Your shirt is inside out, by the way,” Teddy calls out after her. “And tell Jiyong I said thanks and to come find me about that new song for Big Bang sometime today.”
Chearin blushes, dammit he knows, and mumbles a short, “Will do” before scurrying to leave.