Symphony Of Lies (Inked Hearts 2)

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AN:
This chapter is dedicated to @stutiupadhyay8 💜 Thank you for all you did for DOF

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Jimin first person pov:

"Remind me again what this meeting is about?" Taehyung asks as we make our way from the practice rooms to one of the many meeting rooms that exist in the new building.

It was a bit of an adjustment to move after so many years, but as soon as Namjoon Hyung stopped getting lost, Yoongi Hyung moved into his new "genius lab", and Jungkookie found the ramen stash, we were good.

"The new schedules and diets," Yoongi Hyung answers sleepily after we played rock-paper-scissors and Jungkookie had to get him off the couch where he was dozing again.

"Hyung, that was two days ago." I say and try to stifle my laugh. For someone with an amazing brain as he has, he sure can lose track of time, especially when he sleeps during the day.

"Yoongi-ah! I told you not to pull double all-night-ers!!" Jin Hyung scolds as we round a corner.

"Hey! I was working on a song for you Mr. "I want you to write me a song"!!" he defends himself but ends up bumping into the wall by accident from lack of sleep. No wonder he passed out on the couch like a sloth!

"Well, I appreciate it, but you've got to start getting to bed at a reasonable time! And I don't want to hear anymore excuses about how you're on LA or London time and therefore shouldn't go to bed for another two hours and then wake up at 15:00 our time!!" Jin Hyung continues to scold but in a slightly kinder tone. "And that goes for you too, Jimin-ssi!" He adds and makes me whip my head over to look at him.

"Me?!" I blurt out and almost trip over my own two feet.

"Don't give me that look, I know you've been staying here to practice all night instead of coming home!" Jin Hyung says with low eyebrows but faces the end of the hall where the meeting will take place.

Nearing the finish line at last! Only I think the bunny and tortoise will tie.

Smiling softly to myself as I think back to that old story, I almost forget about being called out and the very reason I've been pushing myself in the first place.

Over the last couple of months, I've just felt like I've been thrown off course. Things just don't seem to be flowing down the same path anymore, and maybe that's not for the worst, but it means that I just don't feel as secure anymore.

I suppose I could pass it off as just unfamiliarity in the new building, or because I always feel different when we're starting a new project. But this isn't like that feeling, this is different, this is new, or maybe not new at all, but so long ago that it was almost forgotten.

But forgotten things can be remembered, and that is precisely what I've been doing. Though I don't think I'll ever be able to truly forget them, I've lost the easy flow of some of our old choreography. And though some might say it's not exactly the most efficient way to spend my time, it helps me, and makes me feel that even if things are changing in a new direction, there are still bits of me and of my past that I can cling onto for support.

And so I've gone through them. All of them. Again, and again, and again. Until I was so tired and spent that I lay on the floor of the practice room, sweaty and panting, and when I close my eyes, I can imagine I'm back in our trainee days, before everything changed.

At least then, I can sleep through my dreams.

Shaking my head, I draw in a breath and follow Hoseok Hyung through the door and into the meeting room where our managers, head stylists, and production managers sit around a long table with Bang PDnim at the head.