When he loses his temper (You x iKON B.I. ft. Bobby)
Sooooooo…I think I have a thing for iKON now?? I’ve been majorly behind on their show since I’ve been so busy, so I decided to catch up a bit and now I’m just like…~(ﾟ∀ﾟ)~ I wanted to try writing something for them, and this came to mind! Don’t be surprised if you see more iKON scenarios in the future kkkkk~
“Let’s try that note one more time. I don’t like the way that it sounded.”
“From the chorus?”
“Yeah, I’ll restart the music.”
Your pulse throbs in your temple as Hanbin sits behind the class, watching you in the recording studio. How many hours had it been already? Four? Or five? You were wearing down, and you’d still only managed to record half of the three minute song to his satisfaction. You nod to him and the music starts up again, and you try the chorus line again.
“It’s only you, baby~”
The music cuts off abruptly, and you see Hanbin sigh, running a hand through his hair. Great. He didn’t like that one, either.
“Let’s just take a break, okay?” His voice comes crackling through the mic. “Ten minutes.”
More relieved than anything, you open the heavy, sound-proofed door and make your way outside of the studio to the hall. Opportunities didn’t come along that often, and somehow, you felt like you were ruining it.
It had only been two weeks since it had been announced that you would be the trainee singing on iKON’s new track, and there had been some major hype around you on SNS and fan sites. The rumor was that you and handsome leader B.I. had something going. Several pictures had been snapped of the two of you at a restaurant, and a few more of a coffee run and an early breakfast one morning. They made it out to seem like you were together.
Truthfully, you and Hanbin did kind of like each other. In fact, you were close enough that the two of you had admitted to liking each other. But in preparation for a new mini album, he was more and more stressed, with the constant vocal rehearsals and rearranging of songs. There was no way you could maintain anything other than a friendship right now, so that’s what it was.
But at this moment, Hanbin was not your friend. Hanbin was B.I., strict leader and music producer who refused to let anyone down. He wanted this track done by the time the day was over, and you had to do your part. He’d pushed off the other boys’ recordings so he could get your done, which made you feel even worse about the fact that it had taken so long already.
You stop by a water cooler posed in the hallway, taking a paper cup from the stack and opting for some warm water rather than cold. In all honesty, you hadn’t had much rest these past few days. A stipulation of being on the track was that you keep up your normal practice schedule, and attend the recordings on your own time. As a result, you were more exhausted than ever. Your head was pounding, a fever was coming, and as a result…you voice sounded bad, too.
The water touches the back of your throat, and you cough, your eyes watering. If you could just get through this…everything would be okay, right?
Bobby’s head peeks around the corner from an empty practice studio, waving you over. “Hanbin-ah wants us back in the studio…are you okay? Was that you coughing?”
He says it in his usual innocent way, and you offer him a smile. “I just got choked up a bit, that’s all.”
"Are you sure?” He frowns. “You don’t look that good. I mean, uh, not that you don’t always look good, but…when was the last time you slept?”
"Two days ago.” You cringe. Thinking about it only made you more tired.
“Did you tell Hanbin that?” He asks. You shake your head. How could you? That would change anything.
“Don’t worry about it.” You shrug off his concern. “It was nothing. I’ll see you in there.”
You roll up your sheet music and pace down the hallway quickly, away from Bobby’s suspicions. You had worked too hard and come too far to give all this up now. “I’m here.” You enter the studio, where Hanbin has taken his seat in front of the controls.
“I need you in there with Jinhwan hyung.” He nods. “You two have the next verse together.”
Jinhwan hands you a pair of headphones and you fit them over your ears, listening to the track start up for what seemed like the hundredth time tonight. It all seems to be going well until Jinhwan sings his part. You open your mouth to let the words come out and your voice cracks…cracks…right in the middle of the lyrics.
Hanbin’s mouth drops open, and even the boys are surprised. You were known among the other trainees for your sturdy voice, and no one had heard it crack, like…ever. You cover your mouth in shock. “Sorry!” You say quickly. “One more time!” Hanbin shakes his head and restarts the track, but the same thing happens again.
“What is going on?” You’re shocked when a few moments later Haebin opens the door, storming in. “Have you not been practicing enough? I know that the note is challenging, but really! On any other day you could hit it with no problem!”
You can’t even look him in the face while he scolds you. It hurts your feelings too much.
“We’ve been here for hours, and all because you can’t hit the right note!” He snaps. “I’m confused. I thought you were the right trainee for the job, and now I’m not so sure if I think that.”
Ouch. That one hurts. Hanbin rarely called you a trainee (at the very least, he called you a friend), and the way he was speaking to you…how could he do that? Sometimes your instructors yelled at you like that, but never Hanbin.
“Hanbin, stop.” Jinhwan says softly, noticing the tears gathering in the corners of your eyes. “She gets it.”
He sighs, looking away from you. “You should just go. We’ll try again tomorrow after your schedule, and you’d better be here on time.”
“I’m sorry for being a burden.” You bow at the waist, and Hanbin looks at you out of the corner of his eye. “I’ll go now. I’m…I’m sorry for holding you back. I didn’t mean it.”
You sit the music back on the stand and take off the headphones, putting them away. You can’t even bear to look at the boys as you leave the room, embarrassed that they all just witnessed that. “Thank you for your hard work.” You mumble, dipping your head. All you want to do now is leave, but Bobby chases you into the hall, grabbing your arm.
“Don’t let him get to you.” He says sternly. “Sometimes he’s like that when he’s stressed. Most of the time he lets it out on me or Junhoe, but I never thought he would do that to you.” Suddenly he presses a hand to your forehead. “You feel really warm…are you getting sick?”
“I don’t know.” You mumble. “I’m going to go home now. Thanks, Bobby.”
A few hours later you sit nestled on your couch, your head resting in the crook of your arm. You’d come home right away, falling to pieces when your mother asked how your day went. She let you cry out of frustration (which you hated), and then sent you to your room to wash your face and take a shower. After some left-over spicy stew, you’d settled in front of the television for some much needed relaxation.
You’re dozing off when the doorbell rings, and your mother comes out of the kitchen, looking confused.
“What time is it?” You ask, sitting up on your elbow.
“Ten-thirty.” She frowns. “Who’d come by this late?”
You keep your ears peeled, the front door hidden from your view. When she rounds the corner, your surprised to see that she has Hanbin in tow. “You should be practicing!” You gasp. “What are you doing here?”
“The guys to a one-hour break to go and eat some dinner.” He sits in front of the couch, twisting a cup in his hands. “Here. I brought you some tea. It’s good for sore throats.” You take it, all the memories of the past few hours coming back. “Thanks.”
“I’m sorry.” He says, dipping his head. “I yelled at you, and I shouldn’t have done that. I’ve just been working really hard on the album lately…but even then, that’s not an excuse.”
“It’s okay, Hanbin.” You murmur. “You’re the leader. It’s your job. I didn’t sound good today, so I’m sorry. I don’t know why…I should have told you that, but I didn’t.”
“It’s because you’re not getting enough rest.” He reaches out and touches your cheek with his hand, and you stiffen instantly, your ears going pink. “I told you, sleep whenever you can, even if it’s in between classes. And you should tell me when you don’t feel well. Bobby hyung told me you felt like you had a fever, and you do.”
“It’s nothing a little rest won’t fix. At least, that’s what my mom says.” You shrug, a little flustered. “I’m not mad at you, Hanbin.” You could never be.
“I yelled at my best friend when she had a fever.” He leans back on his hand, laughing to himself. “I’m such a bad guy.” You throw a couch cushion at him. “You were doing your job. Stop regretting it so much!” He nods, chuckling, playing with the pillow. “I should go. I have to make it back in time to catch the bus."
"Oh, right.” You say quickly, a little sad that he already has to leave. It was so rare that the two of you got to spend time together that even if you met today under these circumstances, you were grateful for it. “Hanbin-ah!” Your mom comes bustling out of the kitchen, a bunch of boxes in her arms. “It’s not much, but take this back with you. I know you probably skipped your meal time to come here, and I wouldn’t be a good mother if I sent you back hungry!”
“You prepared all of this?” Hanbin stares at the food in shock. Your mother was an impressive woman, and you marvel at the fact she’s prepared a three-course meal for him, complete with soup and little slice of cake. “Of course.” Your mom smiles over her shoulder as she disappears into the kitchen. “I have to find some way to thank you for taking such good care of my daughter.”
“Mom.” You hiss as he blushes. “Come on, I’ll walk you to the door.”
“Thank you, for this.” You motion to the tea, smiling. “I’ll work harder next time.”
“As long as you just get better, that’s the only thing I care about.” He grins. Although he hesitates for a second, he leans forward and kisses you on the forehead, leaving you standing there in shock. “Feel better, okay?”
You watch him as he jogs across the street, food in hand.
“I like him.” Your mother smiles knowingly, snooping from the kitchen. You sigh, closing the door behind you and sliding down to the floor, heart fluttering.
Ta-da~ Scenario finished! What did you think? This was my first iKON scenario, and I really liked writing a lot! Have you all been following them as well? I don’t know who my bias is yet kkkkk~ I hope you enjoyed this scenario! Hopefully I might get some iKON scenarios the next time my requests open up! Maybe that will be soon? *wiggles hopefully* ~Jjangpanda