1 Producer, 7 Idols, 1 Grammy to Capture!
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When Lily, a passionate music producer and songwriter, is contracted to work on a special project for BH, her inner dialogue reveals a different passion just boiling under the surface.
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Please note my stories are plot-driven, which I know is not everyone's cup of tea. I wanted to make sure you know this up front 💕💜
This story is for readers 18+
🚩 This book contains content intended for mature audiences including:
-Not written in a traditional fanfic style - No Y/N moments. -Written in the style of a novel. Original character as main character. This is Lily's story and how the members impact her journey. -Warning for solo Stan's: This work is ot7 in spirit with a slightly more focus on the Yoongi character. So, if you are looking for a strictly MYG solo story this may not be for you. -Mature language/cursing -Sex and sexual situations (Only a few scenes) -Romanticism -Angst -LGBTQIA+ Support (no shipping). Queer character. -Plot-driven, slow 🔥 -Alcohol and drinking
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I don't want to be here.
It's Tuesday afternoon, and I'm sitting in the same waiting room I've had the displeasure of visiting for the last three weeks. I'm relieved nobody else is in the waiting area as I can battle my building anxiety without distraction. I can feel my pulse quickening while I fret over the pain that is surely in the cards for me today.
I have my earbuds in, and I'm listening to Eminem's "Lose Yourself." It's still one of my go-to songs when I'm about to face something I really don't want to, and I use it as an anthem to push myself through difficult situations like this physical therapy appointment that I have to talk myself into coming to each week.
I close my eyes, rocking my head back and forth to the beat while trying to convince myself I am a badass that can handle anything.
I can do this. I have to do this. Why am I so fucking clumsy?
I firmly press my fingernails into my palms and dig in. It's all part of my ritual to be prepared for what's about to come.
I'm completely drawn into the music, my eyes closed while concentrating on the lyrics. The song's beat builds with the rhythm of my anxious heart, and I quietly recite the chorus. As the words unconsciously escape my mouth, I am suddenly shocked back into reality by the sound of my name.
"Lily, um, Lily!" I open my eyes to see the receptionist smiling at me.
"Oh, oh, I'm sorry!" I laugh, slightly embarrassed, as my eyes fly open and begin to refocus on the room's features.
I startle slightly when I notice a man sitting diagonally across from me that was not there when I had initially closed my eyes. I can't believe I never heard him enter the room!
Sneaky mother fucker, I never even heard him.
My eyes sweep over him quickly, he's certainly handsome, and I notice he is dressed in a comfortable-looking pair of black slacks, with a black silky, long-sleeved v-neck dress shirt that buttons down the front. A black beanie and a facemask cover most of his facial features, but most of all, I notice his catlike eyes are peering at me with a look of amusement.
