sᴄᴀɴᴅᴀʟ | ᴍ.ʏɢ + ᴘ.ᴊᴍ

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"Oh my god." Hoseok laughed, clapping his hands as I faced the computer.

"Hyung it sounds amazing." Jungkook said.

The group of them were listening to Jungkook's song I'd just finished mixing—Stay Alive.

Namjoon pulled up a stool next to me as we both studied the track lines on the monitor.

"This is very impressive, Agust D-Hyung." He said, hearing how impressive it really was.

Everything was perfectly placed; it was really good.

Even I was impressed.

"We should go out and celebrate." Namjoon proposed.

"Great idea, Joon." Seokjin piped in.

They all seemed to mutually agree at the drop of a hat; then the eyes turned to me.

"Are you in, Agust D-Hyung?" Jungkook asked, my gaze meeting his as I suddenly smiled.

"Sounds like fun."

"Wow, you're quite different these days, Hyung." Namjoon noted, "Our Jiminie is making you social." He joked.

I let a bitter laugh escape through my lips as I rubbed the back of my neck.

Namjoon seemed to sense the uncomfortableness with the remark; reaching over to place a hand on my shoulder. "It's nice to get to know you better, Hyung; really."

Something about his words seemed to calm me.

Was I going soft?

Who knows.

I smiled, leaning back into my chair before clearing my throat. "So, where are we off to?"

Immediately, Jungkook and Hoseok piped up, shouting over one another as excitement enlightened the room.

"I know this super awesome place with a karaoke bar!" Jungkook said quickly, making Hoseok suddenly gasp.

"I was gonna say that!" He said. I watched the interaction take place, already tired before we'd even left.

After a few minutes of deliberation; the group had decided on a simple restaurant down the street—to the dissatisfaction of Jungkook and Hoseok.

And a few minutes after that—and a short walk—we'd made it to the little restaurant.

I slid into the booth before feeling Jimin slide in next to me; I smiled at him before feeling him pull my hand into his beneath the table.

"So what's next for you, Agust D?" Jin asked as I tilted my head in thought.

"Not too sure, I sort of figure out things as I go." I shrugged, never really having a second thought.

I'd always come up with a new song idea, followed by an album; and then repeated it.

Other than that and the MV's, interviews, and performances—that was all I really did.

That was how things used to be.

The anxiety began to kick in; it was slight, but it was there.

'What if things go back to the way they used to be?'

When I was alone.

When I was depressed.

When the only thing I'd do most days is wallow in sadness.

I felt a small nudge, looking over to the boy with the warm smile.

'And then there's him.'

I smiled. "What is it, Jagiya?"

His cheeks immediately heated up.

"T-Taehyungie was just asking you a question." He murmured, making me turned to the latter.

"Sorry, I was just thinking; what was your question?"

A few chuckles irrupted as Hoseok and Jungkook teased the red faced boy next to me, to my dismay.

I squeezed his hand gently, a reassuring gesture as I talked with Taehyung for a bit.

Jimin eventually reverted to his usual demeanour; returning to the conversation.

"Honestly, at this point I feel like the fans expect some sort of collab, and I think it'll only get worse once Jungkook's song comes out next." Seokjin explained.

Each of the boys nodded, voicing their opinions before Taehyung said something that stung.

"Maybe you should've debuted with us, Hyung."

Oh how I despised the idea.

As I worked with Jimin, I began to understand why they had to be the way they were.

But it was just so fake, and unreal; I hated it.

I looked down, shrugging—attempting to keep my inner voice in. "Can't go back in time, now can we?" I murmured.

I could feel him roll his eyes at me before I cleared my throat.

"Would you excuse me?" I asked, almost sounding out of breath. The bitterness slipping out between my lips as a sour grin formed.

I got out from the booth as Jimin sat back down, giving me a hopeful smile.

I let out a sigh before leaning down to kiss his head. "I'll see you later." I hummed lowly before turning and walking off—right out of the restaurant.

As I walked down the quiet street, my thoughts intruded the peaceful silence.

'Why the fuck are half of them bipolar?'

One minute they were all somewhat nice, just to turn into assholes a minute later.

It was annoying.

Annoying, hot headed, idols.

I started to think about how I handled the situation.

'Why do I feel so indifferent?'

It was true. Typically, I would've ripped that kid a new one and been happy about it.

Though, I chose to bite my tongue and leave before I exploded—was that progress?

Maybe.

I entered the building, heading to the dorms and into my apartment before slumping on to the couch.

"Hey." I said, looking at the poodle who stared up at me from the floor.

He barked before jumping onto the couch.

I sighed, beginning to pet him as my mind raced yet again.

'I don't want to lose progress, I want to stay where I am. I'm happy but Agust D is never happy. I'm in love, but Agust D could care less. I hate their lifestyle and everything they stand for, so why do I even care?'

But that was the thing. The thing that I failed to realize.

I was becoming me, Min Yoongi.

Not Agust D, not Gloss.

I was becoming nice, sweet.

Just like sugar.

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