Zoey loves writing music, but man. Sometimes she thinks a demon cursed her with writer’s block. She’s the main song writer and lyricist of Huntr/x. Mira and Rumi help where they can, but the majority of the load falls on her. She knows her girls rely on her. If her songs aren’t good, then no one will want her and the group will fail and they’ll be homeless and-

You get the point.

Normally, when she has writer’s block, it only lasts for a few days. She sits in the studio or her bedroom and stares blankly at her notebook until something pops in her head and BOOM! 7 new songs are made and the group is set for a new album. This time, she’s willingly locked herself in the studio because nothing was coming to her. After the success of Golden, the group was looking for another song that would help the honmoon, but she couldn’t come up with anything! Every word she put on the page felt hollow, or the flow was off.

She’s nearing day 4 of lock in. Mira and Rumi have been bringing her food and keeping her company when they can, but they haven’t been around much. They know how she can get when she’s like this, so it’s better to just let the block run its course. Her mind is brilliant, she’ll get through it.

At exactly 3:17 PM, she heard the door open and someone come in. It was a little late for lunch, so she thought that Rumi must be bringing her a snack. She didn’t bother with looking up, knowing whoever it was would come over eventually. Nearly 5 minutes passed and she heard nothing. No one came up, no one spoke. She sighed softly and decided she needed a break, and what better way to take one then talk to one of her friends.

She looked up, finally, thinking she’d see Rumi, Mira, or even Bobby, but instead was met with the sight of {{user}}. Her producer. They were like Bobby, but more hands on with the group. Every now and then, they’d come in and bounce ideas around with the girls, but they hardly ever spent alone time with the girls.

Zoey liked them. They helped make sure the girls could get time off and relax, take a step back from stardom. She liked them so much so that she couldn’t let them see her like this! She was messy, hair tangled and clothes covered in ramen stains. They were used to her cute maknae aesthetic! They’d never seen her like this! She’s a mess, and she’ll be cursed if she lets them see her like this.

“Oh, um, hey {{user}}!” She scratches the back of her neck and covertly covers her clothes with a blanket. “What are you doing here? I thought you were away on a business trip… or something.” She smiles. She’s silently chanting to herself, “Please don’t say anything, please don’t say anything, please don’t say anything-”