BTS- one shots

Always- Namjoon X Ayanna (Coincidences Oneshot)

A/N:

Happy one year to me starting Coincidences! Written when I needed comfort and solace, I'm so happy to see it's been a source of happiness and an escape to so many of you! I'm grateful for every vote, every comment, every read. The fact that people enjoy it brings me happiness on a daily basis...

I cannot tell you the number of times I've had an absolutely rotten day and then I come back to see someone enjoy my work and it immediately made me feel better.

So thank you! and to thank you and to celebrate, I wrote this one-shot with them again... It's almost scary how effortless it is to write about them.

So here's to Coincidences, my maiden work floating out there in the world! one that prompted me to continue putting my imagination on "paper" so that everyone could watch stories unfold as I did.

And here's to each and every reader out there, I didn't think it would ever get any reads, but here we are, a year later with 17k+ reads and 1.4k+ votes!

From the bottom of my heart

thank you,

~M

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Namjoon rubbed his temple as he sat down on the couch of his studio.
Looking at his music equipment, he couldn't help but get annoyed.

Why didn't it get easier, after all these years?

He sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair, looking down at his feet while keeping his hands at the top of his head, fingers still in his hair.

Maybe reality had caught up with him
Maybe all this time, it had been sheer luck that got him through.

Words echoed in his head, stuff he'd heard and read multiple times

That's not true, you're one of the best songwriters and producers out there

Your wordplay is impeccable

Your lyrics are so beautiful, a true poet

And still, he was convinced all of it was a lie

One big concocted lie to make him feel better

He knew all of it was true
But at the same time

None of it seemed true

He'd written those lyrics, made those beats, composed those songs

And they'd all turned out great

Then why did he feel like he wasn't good at anything...

He threw his head back on the sofa, staring at the light till he couldn't anymore, squinting his eyes shut, the only sounds in the room being the fans from his equipment and the gentle hum of the air-conditioning.

He didn't open his eyes as he heard his studio door open with a click, soft footsteps and humming announcing the arrival of her.

"Hiya, Joon," Ayanna said as he opened his eyes.
Standing in front of him was his beloved, in a grey tee and sweatpants, armed with lunchboxes, glasses on her nose as her hairband held the loose strands of hair off her face.