Fedora Hat - Chapter 11 Press Conference
Title: Fedora Hat Pairing: 2U Genre: Romance
Rating: PG - NC17 Summary: Two different worlds... two different people... everything stopped when they met...
Well anyway let’s see how did they manage to get over the 2 weeks that were left to the press conference and the start of this event as well. Something interesting will happen so watch the space!!
Well I’m very sorry it took me so long to update but I have to say my 2U muses went off somewhere locked themselves in a room and had their fun time without letting me in >..< or even listen... so yeah... but hey I’m back and this is a short chapter and again sad I know... but things will be better in the next one I can assure you of that!! I’m sorry to make this story so sad... my friend tells me it’s REALLY sad... do you feel that as well? Ah.. I don’t know I just don’t want them to go all crazy making this story unreliable - I think...
howlsgirl little_me_doll - thank you for nagging me into writing ^^' previous chapters
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chapter 11
‘Show-off’ the first words that escaped his lips this morning were bitter. Sitting in front of his computer young executive tightened his fists in anger. How did this happen?! Why was it happening?! His eyes were skimming through the text emailed to him and from the looks of it to the rest of the management also.
‘Bastard’ hissed when he finished reading.
He sat back on his leather chair and tried to relax the tension by rubbing the base of his nose - it didn’t help one bit. How could he?! When did this happen?! Questions were forming in his head as well as the unwanted images of the man he signed the contract with. He did all the work, he got the contract signed and now Changmin gets all the glory! Setting of a press conference in 2 weeks time when nothing has been finished! They weren’t even half way through the project and the main part of it, the musician, was refusing to cooperate. There was nothing to celebrate over and yet this stupid little boy decided to show everyone who works for him and how marvellous his project is! Yunho was furious to say the least; he picked up the phone on his desk and pressed direct number to his secretary.
‘Get me on a meeting with Changmin now!’ order came straight after she picked up the line.
‘I regret to say Shim-shii is on holiday right now. He will be back on the press conference, sir.’ woman’s voice was emotionless. ‘Do you wish to schedule a meeting after his back from his holiday sir?’ years of practise taught her the best way of handling these kinds of situations.
‘No, thank you.’ The line went dead. Two seconds later the phone rang again. ‘Why wasn’t I informed of this earlier?’
‘Sir, I just got the email today in the morning and I’ve forward it as soon as I got it. With this question you will need to get back to Shim-shii.’
‘Ok, thank you’ his voice less angry than a minute ago.
He read the email again and sighed in annoyance. Not only did he plan a press conference in one of the posh hotels he also organised an after party? Who does he think he is?!
***
He felt drained. Drained from emotions, passion, ideas. Nothing seemed to work for him and this Shim guy kept on nagging about new compositions he apparently needed on yesterday. How could one need something on yesterday anyway? Yoochun couldn’t grasp this idea as this should by all means create a time paradox. And how was that even possible? Hazy questions kept haunting his brain whenever he would look at a paper in front of him. How was he supposed to work like this, with his vision blurry, his throat dry, hands shaking and this goddamned hangover creeping on the back of his head?
Then there were more bad news coming to him as he got up from his desk in search for water - the press conference. The sheer thought of it made him shiver or maybe that was the after-drinking reaction of his body. Well never mind that, Yoochun decided it was the thought that made him so sick and no one was to say otherwise. Trembling hand reached for the plastic cup filled with ice-cold water slowly bringing it to his ash dry lips. Gulping the liquid as if it was the grace from God himself, young musician felt his chin and neck getting wet. Opening his eyes, he noticed his hand crushing painfully the plastic container, water pouring down not only in his throat but on his skin as well. He heard himself groan and threw away the destroyed object.
He wasn’t able to control his own body let alone his thoughts and feelings, he was a mess. Doctors say, the first step is to acknowledge your illness, after that it’s easier. Well, his acceptation of being an alcohol addict and a lousy musician didn’t really help, it just made things worst. His confidence in his work vanished as well as his will to live. His soul cried out for help yet his lips never uttered a sound.
***
All men believe that time is a set quantity, meaning one hour consists of sixty minutes and every minute consists of sixty seconds and so on. This doesn’t or rather shouldn’t change regardless of the circumstances - that’s that they teach in school right? Then why does the time seem to slow down whenever you anticipate a joyful happening and mercifully speed up when you dread the upcoming event. Why?! This question has been haunting Yunho for past days. It was biting into his brain first thing in the morning when he looked at the clock realising it’s another day closer to the conference.
It wasn’t that he was in any way involved in this idiocy, he was just one of the invited guests, yeah just another piece of the public gray mass. Yet it wasn’t the anger or the disappointment that rocked his heart right now... it was something else, something he wouldn’t dare admitting.
Taking a deep breath he let his nerves relax, ceasing control over his emotions just for few moments. He remained still until ‘his’ face showed behind Yunho’s closed eyes. Snapping from a daydream young executive returned to his usual duties but the memory of those eyes never left him. Not even in the gym, where he was furiously hitting the training bag or speeding on treadmill - yes, he decided against jogging and he had a very good explanation behind it - it was nearing to December. Winter wasn’t his favourite time of the year. Then again, there was also a different reason, which young businessman would rather keep deep inside.
He sighed heavily putting on a burgundy shirt not bothering with a tie. He styled his hair trying not to think of the upcoming few hours. An ugly thread of curses escaped his lips when hair spray got to his eyes. It was all this guy’s fault, and Changmin’s! Just calm down Yunho, it’s just a press con. Deep breath followed by a splash of cold water helped gaining control again - just for how long?
***
Concept of time was completely unknown to Yoochun yet he sometimes wished he had more of it on his hands, like just now. Standing here with all the people running and shouting something about lights and microphones, young artist felt nauseous and weak. Past two weeks were a blur, a hazy myriad of orders and meetings and plans he had no interest in taking part. He missed the touch of glass in his hand and that burning sensation in his throat only alcohol can give you. He needed a drink, now.
Closing his eyes, he tried not to remember his first press conference with his partner. Back then, years ago, when everything had its meaning, its magic. With aching heart, he was lead in front of hundred or more people. Blinding lights, clicking sounds of cameras taking sixty photos a second, journalists roaring like wild animals, all that made him so sick he could vomit any second and yet he knew this was just the beginning.
Teary eyes somewhat accustomed to flashes started shyly travel through the public trying to make out the faces in the gray mass before him, when questions were directed to him.
‘How would you describe working under Shim Changmin’s supervision?’ horrible he thought but smiled and answered something that was more pleasant.
‘What made you take up this project?’ an angel yet again other words escaped his trembling lips. And then it happened. Even thought somewhere deep inside he was sure this will surface somehow his mind when blank when the questions arose.
‘Why were you absent from the musical scene for so long?!’
‘What happened to you and your partner?!’
‘Do you still keep in touch with Kim Junsu?!’
‘What do you think of his new album?!’
World started to spin at a dangerous speed, words stopped making any sense to him, the only thing he was able to pick up on was the wetness of his cheeks and low growl followed by someone’s strong grip on his wrist pulling him of the stage.
A/N: thank you for reading !
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