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[myfanwy]

im seul ki​

'50k' The numbers were probably burned into the screen from how long Seulki had focused on them. No, it wasn't money in his bank account- far from it- rather it was the amount of views on his newest song. One he had worked a long time on, one he was actually proud of, and yet it had stayed at the same amount for a few weeks now.

While most would tell him that that number was nothing to scoff at, to him it was pathetic. He wasn't one to bash mainstream music- they were popular for a reason- but it wasn't hard to feel as though it was unfair at times. Someone who didn't even write or produce their own music could gain millions of fans just from how they looked. The artists he helped were more popular then he was and while some people would check his work out, they rarely stuck around.

One upside to having a small fanbase, however, was the fact that he rarely found any comments that would make him want to quit. If he did, they were usually drowned out in a sea of people telling him to ignore it. It was sweet, how "loyal" they were to an indie artist who was barely getting air in the turbulent sea of music.

Sighing, Seulki rubbed his eyes and closed his laptop, briefly stretching before getting out of his chair. He had spent far too long cooped up in his makeshift studio- his bedroom that had soundproofing panels placed on the walls and a small bed shoved into the corner- he needed fresh air. A walk to the convenience store might do him some good, even if it was for more unhealthy food. He was honestly surprised that he wasn't ten times fatter with the amount of soda he drank.

Grabbing a plain black hoodie and his headphones, Seulki shrugged the garment on before stepping out of his apartment and locking it. Walking out of the complex, he played his music and tried not to think. Usually, when he had the time, he would just lie awake and stare at the ceiling while thinking about the imperfections in his music.

Perhaps people didn't want to hear about failed love? Perhaps they were tired of the angst ridden lyrics with a melancholic beat? Seulki wasn't as deep as he thought he was with his lyrics, most likely. He probably fell into the trope that he hated- deep sounding lyrics for the sake of being deep.

Pretentious. That was the vibe he felt he gave off.

Groaning, Seulki shook his head and tried to shake away all the bad vibes now surrounding him. The cashier didn't need to see yet another miserable asshole. Grabbing his things- a bottle of soda and a bag of chips- he briefly wondered if he should get anything else. It would be awkward to go to the same store twice in a row, he should know. One time, he came to this particular store four times in one night when he was working on a song. That was what prompted him to start buying the packs of soda at the store instead of just one.

His excuse was that he needed to get exercise one way or another.[

Paying for his items with the absolute minimum of small talk, Seulki wondered if that was his problem. He rarely spoke to anyone in real life, let alone anyone online other than the artists he would collaborate with. He was virtually invisible.

How would he promote himself, though? 'hey i just posted another song that i spent way too long on so pls spread it around?'

Yeah, no.

Seulki's pace could be describe as leisurely despite the obvious tension in his shoulders. He wasn't in any rush to get back to his apartment./size]

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