Summary: you break a promise and your punishment is the silent treatment
Genre: drabble, fluff
A/N: please leave a request!
Min Yoongi was good at a lot of things, to name a few; rapping, all-nighters and the silent treatment. Before you had started dating, you hadn’t realised just how good he was at ignoring people who had wronged him. Yet here you were, day four of the silent treatment and you hated every second without his voice.
10 essential tips… 20 mistakes… 30 production secrets and so on, such lists seem to be really popular these days. Although many of them are just full of crap. Especially forget about the longer checklists – even if you could find some good advices there, most tips are just nonsense, like “don’t mix bass with headphones”.
Anyway, to you aspiring producer, here’s a few things I think you should care about:
Limiting yourself can help drive creativity. Don’t use all of your instrumental arsenal at once, don’t try to cover all music styles in one track.
Listen to different styles of music and try to identify what you like and what you dislike.
Analyze your favorite artists’ work in great detail. Theorize with both feet on the ground.
Go ahead and copy other artists, but don’t settle there – tweak and add your own style and flavor.
Cover, remix and remake your favorite tracks, it’s a good and fun way to learn about music.
Use reference tracks, compare your shit to others, but don’t get paralyzed when your track doesn’t bang as loud as them.
Learn about synthesis and learn how to sound design different kind of instruments, e.g. strings, plucks, percussion (make synthetic drums using waveforms, a noise generator, filters, envelopes and such).
Check your music productions on several systems; from high-end studio monitor speakers to iPhone earbuds.
Sleep on it. Let your track mature over night and return to it with fresh ears.
Go hardware, get tactile if you are growing tired of a software-based environment. To actually play an instrument or to turn a real knob is really something else.
Get inspiration from collaborations with other artists. Just reach out to people you admire – this is globalization, this is the time of teh internetz.
Try to keep passionate about creating music, but don’t be afraid to make some demands of yourself, just to push things forward.
Can i request a Gray imagine, where y/n is a choreographer for idol groups, who has been dating him publically for a couple years now, and she comes to see gray in the studio. Can it be fluffy and include the other aomg crew too😊 thank you
Gray x Reader - fluff
“OK! that's it for today, good work girls” I turned off the loud music that was playing and wiped my sweat with a towel next to the stereo. The youngest of the girls approached me “Unnie, you and Sungwha are really cute together” I let out a soft laugh, it wasn’t the first time I had heard that but it made me blush whenever it was said “Thank you Yebin”
[ChristmasTeen Series] Christmas celebration with Seventeen! (G)
Prompt: How would Seventeen celebrate Christmas Word count: 1542 Genre: Fluff Warnings: crACK ADMIN WOOED IS ON CRACK AGAIN EVERYONE BRACE YOURSELVES
A/N: This story marks the end of the ChristmasTeen series :( I hope you’ve enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Admin Wooed and Scooped helped me a lot on this one too since my brain is fried. Thank you guys for your support and Merry Christmas!
The living room was a complete mess. There was Wonwoo huddled in one corner, engrossed in the latest book he found off the internet and then in another corner, you had Joshua, Vernon and Jeonghan standing around the Christmas tree hanging decorations while having a serious discussion about the presents underneath it.
“I think that squarish one is mine. It’s probably the tablet that I kept bugging Seungcheol to buy for me.” Jeonghan stated, pointing at a poorly wrapped gift.
“See? It’s even poorly wrapped, so it’s definitely a gift from Seungcheol to me.”
Hoshi, Dino and Seungcheol were playing heads up in another corner. Jihoon silently judged them from behind, but he was secretly trying to guess the answers too. Hoshi was busy flapping his arms in an attempt to imitate a turkey, but all the answers Seungcheol shouted out were anything but that.
“Hyung! How can you not know this? We’re playing the Christmas edition!”
Thank you all for the caring words and understanding on my last post. I might not be able reply to each and every comment, but I did read all of them and they helped me a lot. It’s somehow very calming to know that despite being strangers on the internet, we are all capable of empathy, and that connection despite the distance is one of the many beauties of life. Thank you all again for being there when I’ve lost myself.
With the new year looming, I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about everything that has happened, where my priorities are, and how to live a more balanced life. A lot has happened. Successes and failures.
A year ago in 2014, at this time, I was frantically trying to resolve the Axent Wear manufacturing issue. For those who missed the updates, I had designed these cat ear headphones many years ago, and with the amazing help of the backers, raised 3.4 million on Indiegogo to make them into a reality. My best friend at the time, and co-founder of Axent Wear (Victoria Hu), had promised to provide manufacturing for the headphones but when I actually visited the factory she had set up, I found out it was a horrendous sweatshop with workers breathing lead. I told her that was not acceptable and that she needed to provide a humane and environmental alternative. She initially agreed, but ended up ignoring me while I was stuck in China waiting for her replies. Communication completely broke down and we never recovered even after I returned to America to speak with her in person.
For the next half a year was a painful legal battle between her and I, that I honestly did not understand the purpose of. I wanted to just make the headphones in good quality for the backers, and she claimed the same, yet somehow nothing was agreed upon, and nothing was accomplished. For months she did not even allow me to make any official updates for the backers, threatening to sue me if I did (the company is 50/50 between her and I, so nothing can be done unless we both agree to it. It’s a terrible business setup in retrospect, though at the time I thought it seemed fair despite the headphones being 100% my idea).
The backers, many of which have been my fans and followers, felt so disappointed and betrayed by the silence and delays. I read their comments about how they lost trust in me, and I couldn’t even respond to them in fear of Victoria dragging on the legal battle. I could have taken her to court and let the justice system handle everything because I honestly believe she is in the wrong, but any lawsuit would drag on for years, and in that time none of the backers would be getting their headphones. So I sucked up my pride and just went along with whatever compromise she allowed that would still produce headphones. The final result is less than what I wanted, and less than what I think the backers deserve. I did everything I could, including spending tens of thousands of my own money on legal and consulting fees in hopes of making a difference, but it didn’t.
In the end I felt like a failure. I had put most of my art and my graphic novels on hold to work on Axent Wear, but somehow through the extreme highs of a successful crowdfunding, and the extreme stress of manufacturing, I lost my best friend, and lost the trust of a lot of my fans. Now that the headphones are finally out, I want to get back to my roots. I want to get back to just drawing and making comics about kite flyers and hackers. I still have to face the reality that my hands are not what they used to be, that I can’t just draw for hours and hours all day everyday without suffering constant pain. I had known this for years, and I had hoped that the money from the headphones would afford me helpers to speed up the comic making process, but that was a painful venture that caused more loss than gain in every way.
More recently, I discovered something that is more painful than losing my best friend, than all of the failure of Axent Wear combined. It’s a pain that I can’t put into words. I feel like I can never trust again, even though I know that’s not true, I can’t help but shrink away from people. I’m not trying to be vague, I just can’t bring myself to write more details. Right after my last post, I vomited repeatedly until I passed out. I’m not sure if it’s from the emotional pain and stress or just coincidental food poisoning, but I was not in a good place.
That was two weeks ago. I’m in a better place now. I haven’t been checking my e-mails or messages, but I will soon. I haven’t been posting art or tutorials, but I will soon. The pain is still here but the worst is gone and I will recover.
Looking onward to 2016, I have learned a lot from my past mistakes, and I will continue with my original goal of creating art and comics. I will create a Patreon account, and with enough support, I hope to speed up updates for Fisheye Placebo, and a remastered version of Knite too. I will continue to make art tutorials, more of the captioned speedpaints I’m already doing, and new voice over videos on specific techniques and topics. I will continue to go to as many conventions as I can, to hang out with old friends and to meet new friends as well. I will take responsibility for the mistakes I’ve made, be more cautious, and not give away my trust as easily; not to be cynical, just to be realistic. I will not be naive, I will not trust freely, I will trust responsibly. I will make the most of all the lessons life have given me, and face each day with new determination.
Thank you all again for everything. From being here to share the fun times, to learning and experiencing art together, to being caring, understanding, and always so supportive. I look forward to a 2016 with you all, sunshine and rain. Thank you!
“Omo,” You finished chewing your cookie, swallowing hard to get all of it down. “That’s great, sunbae.”
“Is it?” He scratched his head, “I was thinking it needed a little something more. I’m sorry for waking you up and dragging you here so late, (Y/N).”
“It’s fine.” You shrugged, “Anything to help you out with that mixtape everyone’s waiting on—including me.”
He chuckled lightly, ruffling his hair and showing a tired gummy smile. “Everything has just been so busy.”
“I know.” You sat on the desk he was at, “The boys and you have had so much on your plate recently.”
“I’m just glad people are understanding the process,”
You opened up your phone, scrolling through all the tweets fans had sent to tell Yoongi to take it easy. You showed him, swiping your finger against the screen to reveal more and more. “See that? They want you to cool down,” You gave him your phone that he was mesmerized at, “They care about your wellbeing more than a long awaited mixtape.”
“Don’t over work yourself, oppa.” He mumbled reading, “We love you—just take a break. Please?”
“They care—I care.” You touched your chest, “We all care. Please, just get some sleep?” You wearily smiled, brushing some of his hair in place.
“I think I know what the song is missing, hoobae.” He said, placing your phone on your lap gently. “Get in the recording booth.”
“W-What?” You stutter.
“In the booth, (Y/N).” He told you as if you were a child.
“Just go,” He stood up, putting his producing headphones on. “I’m waiting.”
You sighed heavily, hopping off the desk and getting in the booth. “Can this hurry? I have practice early tomorrow morning, oppa.”
“Put the headphones on, listen to the beat, and sing what I’m writing right now.” He scribbled on a piece of notebook paper. After a while, he handed you the paper. “Okay,” He started the music, “Go.”
You read over the lyrics he had just written, and listened to the beat and his voice starting it off. You followed along on the sheet, waiting for your cue to start. You looked up during the middle of the last line; a nod from Yoongi. You sucked in a deep breath, nodding back and staring down at the paper. The empty sound was soon filled with you singing. The song had about two or three ‘empty’ parts Yoongi wasn’t satisfied with, so you sang it a few more times. When the track finished, you looked up for him. He had the biggest grin, clenching his fists and laughing happily. “Was that good?”
“(Y/N),” He said breathlessly, “Good? That was great.” It seemed as if he kept smiling he’d split something, “Come out, come out.” You exited the booth, going back to his side. “Thank you.” He smiled up at you from his chair. “It means a lot, but if you stayed it would mean more.”
“Stay?” You stomped your foot, looking up and groaning. “Yoongi-ah, I have work! That come-back isn’t gonna do itself!”
“You’ll be fine missing one day of practice,” He rolled his eyes, “Let’s have a celebration.”
“And what am I supposed to tell everyone when I won’t get up in the morning because I’m too tired? Or when I’m not dancing right?” You crossed your arms.
“That you were with me all night.” He said nonchalantly.
“Yoongi,” You sighed, putting your hand on your forehead. “You do realize my group, your group, everyone here, and the fans think something more is going on between us—right? So how suspicious would it be to say the reason for my tired self would be spending the night with you?”
He just laughed while shaking his head, “Just sit down.”
“Did you not listen to anything I just said?”
“I did.” He nodded, licking his lips. “I don’t care, though.” He lifted himself from the chair he was sitting on, “I’ll be back.”
You waited, anxious about the morning and what it has to hold. Did he really need the company, or did he just didn’t want to go to sleep and work more? You hoped that you weren’t just an excuse to stay up, because you have tons of practice to do. “Ugh, Yoongi..” You sighed, rubbing your face with your hands.
“You called?” He joked, coming in the room with bottles.
“Sunbae~” You worriedly stared at the bottles that his arms hugged.
“You’re of age,” He shrugged, “What’s the problem? It’s a celebration.”
“A celebration doesn’t require alcohol,” You were about to sit up, but he held your arm to keep you in place. “Yoongi, I need to go to sleep.”
“(Y/N)-ah,” He gave you sad eyes, “Please? I need someone to be here with me right now,”
You caved in, sitting back down with a thud. “I’ll only have one drink.”
“It’s better than none,” He smiled, pouring some of the liquid into a cup.
//A few hours later//
“Come on (Y/N)!” Yoongi shoved the bottle to your chest, “It’ll be fun.”
“Yoongi, for the last time,” You gentle pushed it back towards him. “No.”
“Mm.” He mumbled, “I’m tired.”
“Great! Let’s go to sleep.” You grabbed his hand.
“No!” He snatched it away, “I wanna stay here.”
“Then I’ll leave.”
“No!” He hugged your waist, “Don’t go.” He looked up at you.
“I stood here an extra three hours more than I had to.”
“Could you please stay longer?” He held you tighter, pressing his cheek against your stomach and closing his eyes.
You stepped back to the couch, “Does it matter if I’m conscious?” You asked as you sat down.
“It does.” He stumbled on his feet a little, walking the short distance from the chair to where you were. He plopped down, laying his head on your thighs. He stood quiet, and for a while you thought he passed out. However, as you were about to lean over to see his face, he spoke. “Have you ever noticed how lucky we are?”
“What do you mean?” You sat back slowly, not trying to alarm him that you were about to peek.
“Other companies,” He hiccuped, “They have so many rules in their contracts for their groups: no eating these foods, no skipping shows even if, they barely get any sleep, stay for years and years, and you can’t date.” He finished. “We didn’t have to keep those ridiculous promises—we’re lucky.”
“Of course we are,”
“I think you’ll have no problem finding a boyfriend.”
You felt your face heat up a little, “I-I don’t think I want a boyfriend..”
“Why not?” He turned on his back, looking up at you as you looked down.
“The schedules.” You simply said, “I won’t be able to spend time with him, and there won’t be any time that I’m not dozing off while I’m with him. I wouldn’t even be able to call or text him while I’m on tour,”
“Would you ever date another idol?”
“Wouldn’t that be more challenging? Both of the hectic schedules clashing wouldn’t be great,”
“What about one in BigHit?”
“Would that make a difference? We’re just in the same company, not in the same group or anything.”
“You’d be able to see him more, though.”
“I’d see him, not spend time with him.” You correct him, “What’s the point?”
“What about a close friend?”
“I wouldn’t want to ruin a friendship over a relationship.”
He sat up, holding his head. “What about me?”
“Yoongi,” You breathed a laugh, “That’s the liquor talking.”
“Liquor makes us say what we are too afraid to say while we’re sober.” You watched his eyes fill with tears slowly, “I’m happy with what I have—I really am—I’m so grateful.” He looked down, “I just can’t help but wonder where will I be after this? After the music, after the rapping, after the touring..” He sniffled, “Who’ll be there for me when I get home? What family will I have if I’m so immersed in the music? Life goes by so quickly, and I’m afraid before I notice, I’ll be older. What is life’s meaning if you don’t leave behind your legacy?”
Your face softened, “Your music is your legacy.” You held his shoulder lightly.
“That’s not enough,” He sobbed, covering his face. “That’s never gonna be enough. Where will I be without a wife and a few kids? That’s the point of life: reproduction, marriage, have a family. I want a family before it’s too late..”
“Yoongi, you’re too young to be thinking about this.” You slowly scoot next to him, putting your arm around him. “You have so much time—you’re so young. There’s no need to worry about it, you have plenty of time.”
“It doesn’t feel like it..” He lifted his head, “It feels like just yesterday I was a trainee, now look at me.” He wiped the tears on his white skin, “I’m making a mixtape, I’m in an amazing group, and I have someone who I’ve trained who’s now just as big as I am with her group. It happened so fast—too fast.”
“From the moment I met you, you were a role model for me. You’re so talented,” You held his hand, “Strong,” You step some hair to the side, away from his eyes. “And successful. Just because you have a little worry outside of this doesn’t mean you should stop doing what you love,”
“You agree that it’ll be too difficult to be with someone with our odd schedules, though.”
“I said it would be difficult, but not impossible.” You played with some of his hair, “Just don’t worry about it, alright? There’s nothing to worry about in the first place,”
“Can I confess something to you?” He held your hands tighter.
“Sure.” You nodded.
“I’ve liked you for a while now,” He started, “I just wasn’t sure. I’m focused on my music more than anything else in the world, and to have this girl who is apart of the music was confusing. You’re apart of the job, apart of the music—my music—and my trainee. I have to be into you, right? But one day it just hit me,” He swallowed, “I care way more about you than I should.”
“Is that what the dating thing is about?” You placed some hair behind his ear.
“Yes.” He admitted, “You’re just so..diligent. You’re like me with your music, but so different in your personality. You relatively have no problem speaking about your emotions, and you’re pretty good at expressing yourself too. I guess that’s what attracts me to you,” He rubbed his thumb over yours. “You’re the opposite of me, and I’m sure if you tried you could drag out whatever emotion you want out of me—that’s the effect you have on me. You could get anything you want from me,” He hung his head low, “I’m pretty much your servant. Since day one, I’d be willing to give anything for your wellbeing. That’s changed now: now I’d give anything to see you smile, be happy, and be with me. You want an expensive necklace? You got it. You want some weird girl things? You got it. Anything you want,”
Taken aback, you look at the shame he had telling you the power you had over him. “Pick your head up.” Without a question, he raised his head up. “Why are you so ashamed of it?”
“I never thought I’d be here: drunk, in your arms, and not being able to hold shit back. You try telling someone your feelings towards them,”
“Yoongi, I like you too.”
“You heard me.”
“You’re very serious, which I’ll need once in a while to calm down from my personality. You’ve got great ideas, love music, and rap perfectly. How am I not supposed to have feelings for the person who broke the rules, practically ran over to me, and claimed me as 'my girl’? You seriously have no idea,”
He rested his head on your shoulder, “I broke the rules by about a minute, okay? It was a minute until the song ended, and you licked your lips winking at me as you did my part.”
“Because of what you say in the song, and your jaw was practically on the floor by then.”
“Namjoon and Hoseok’s feet were already pressed against the floor, ready to jump up as soon as it ended—I couldn’t let them get you. I was so happy to know I got to train you to become a great female artist, and I got to work with you whenever I pleased. You’re really great, and I admire the effort you put into everything.”
“You always cared for me,” You played with your fingers, “You still do.”
“I care for the people that have a big part in my life. You impacted my life in the best way I couldn’t even imagine.”
“So what does this mean?”
“It means,” He cupped your cheek, “Do you care enough about me to make a risk?”
“Yes.” You nodded.
“Good.” He said against your lips, closing the gap between you two. His kiss was gently and soft, but the hand on your cheek gripped your hip tightly. He elongated it, giving you separate kisses afterwards. His lips pressed harder against yours, giving the kisses a more hungry feel. He pushed you on your back, crawling on top of you after. “Do you trust me?” He asked, pressing your foreheads together as his fingers held your shirt.
“Can we wait? We’re not even together,” You sheepishly asked.
“Anything you want,” He sat up, “Just come here and sleep with me.” You pressed your ear against his chest, “Oh, one more thing.” He wrapped his arms around you, “Will you be my girlfriend?”
You smiled up at him, “Will you be my boyfriend?”
“Alright, we give our answers at the same time.”
He counted down from three, “Yes.” You said in unison.
He laughed happily, “You’re really my girl now, (Y/N).” He planted a small kiss on your head, “Thank you from staying.”
This is Axent Wear co-founder and the headphones designer, Wenqing (aka Yuumei). I am currently in China right now to oversee headphones production.
We here at Axent Wear believe in complete honesty to our backers and complete moral responsibility to the environment and human rights. Thus I believe it is very important to let everyone who put their trust in us to know each and every step of the headphones production, good news or bad news.
Right now I have some bad news. The manufacturer that my co-founder have been in contact with for the past year is not up to the environmental or human rights standards that we thought they had. This is an unfortunate discovery that I only found out upon personal visit of the factory during the past two weeks.
I have been touring countless manufacturers and I will keep doing so until I’ve found the right factory. I will make sure the new manufacturer will respect the environment and human rights because that is the only way to respect our backers as well.
Without doubt we will bring you the high quality headphones you deserve, but due to the unforeseen need to change manufacturers, the delivery date for the headphones will be pushed back. We do not know how long the delay will be at this point but we will keep everyone updated at every step of the way.
Thank you so much for your support and understanding.
In other news, we’ve decided to try out Indiegogo’s Forever Funding Pilot program. The limited time only discount price of $115 (plus $35 for shipping and taxes) for early backers is already over, but you can still pre-order for $135 (plus $35 for shipping and taxes). We plan on opening our own store when all the headphones have been produced, but in the mean time Indiegogo will be the go to place if you missed the chance to pre-order earlier.
Jin: To those who watched episode six, thank you very much! The insert songs ‘Headphone Actor’ and 'Yuukei Yesterday’ were sung by LiSA!!
Jin: The BGM during the gameplay of 'Headphone Actor’ was produced by sasakure.UK!