sᴄᴀɴᴅᴀʟ | ᴍ.ʏɢ + ᴘ.ᴊᴍ

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"Three?!" I asked as I turned to face Namjoon in my chair.

We were sitting in my studio as we discussed the different concepts for the comebacks.

He nodded at my words. "We usually plan at least three concepts in advance; for backups." He then ran a hand through his hair. "We have most of the songs written, just unrecorded so it'll be easy to put you in."

I nodded.

He stood. "Let's go grab a coffee."

I followed along, walking side by side with him as I hummed. "Are you nervous about Friday?"

He furrowed his brows in thought before shaking his head. "I feel good about it, I'm sure ARMY will accept you too."

"ARMY?" I asked, making him stop in his tracks.

"You're kidding right?" He asked, crossing his arms. "You don't know who ARMY is?"

I shook my head.

He sighed, getting in line at the coffee stand as he shook his head.

"I'll get the kids to teach you."

"Kids?"

Namjoon ordered the coffee from the coffee cart, ordering seven coffees before handing me one.

"Thanks." I said softly, taking the iced americano.

Namjoon smiled as we began to head back.

As we entered the dance studio, the other boys turned their attention to us.

"I brought coffee." He said, having the other members each take one. "Can you three tell Hyung about ARMY?" He asked as Jungkook and Taehyung grabbed their drinks.

I sat on the floor next to Jimin as the other two maknae's moved to sit with us in a circle.

"ARMY is our fanbase." Jungkook began to explain.

"They've been with us since 2013." Taehyung added. "We do what we do for them."

I nodded.

"They're the best people ever." Jimin said softly, taking a sip of his coffee. "They inspire us everyday."

The three kids—as Namjoon called them—explained everything I needed to know; not that I would remember each detail.

"Got it?" Jungkook asked, finishing his coffee.

I laid back on the floor.

"It's a lot to know."

"You'll be okay, Yeobo; don't worry." Jimin cooed, placing his hand on my leg reassuringly.

"What colour are you gonna dye your hair?" Taehyung asked, making me lift my head.

"Huh?"

Jungkook laughed softly, "It's all about the look in our line of work—you wear makeup and let them dye your hair."

I sat up. "Nobody's touching my hair."

"Yoongi-Hyung." Jimin tried to reassure me. "It's sort of in the job description-"

"No, that's where I draw the line." I said, standing as my voice raised slightly—getting the attention of the other members. "They may have taken my freedom, and my ability to choose, but they're not taking away my hair; that's fucking ridiculous."

Jimin turned red as he shifted uncomfortably on the floor.

"What's going on?" Namjoon asked calmly.

"Suga-Hyung refuses to change his appearance." Jungkook muttered.