Body And Soul

2. Spinning Out

"I can't even read what that says."

"Well, that's not good considering it's in your handwriting doofus..."

Hobi shot Jimin a look as Jimin stood at the whiteboard with an Expo marker in his hand. Jimin crinkled his face in a small glower back at the other before turning his full attention back to the whiteboard.

"It's not my fault that we're spinning out. You're supposed to help me come up with ideas for his next big hit, and you're just staring at the whiteboard and not being helpful at all. You asked me to review the suggestions so far, so that's what I was trying to do but this..." emphasized Jimin as he scribbled underneath a sentence of smudged wording over and over, "must have gotten brushed up against at some point because I can't read it, and I know you can't either."

"You're not only spinning out, you're stressing out."

"With a deadline coming, yes. I should think I am stressing out," said Jimin as he sighed, thrusting the Expo marker at Hobi before plopping his butt down into a nearby chair.

Hobi understood Jimin's pent up frustration. He was feeling the same, but he was trying to not let it show. He looked over at Jimin before looking a little ways past him at the man that was leaning back in an office chair, spinning around in slow lazy circles while his mocha brown eyes stayed fixated on the ceiling tiles.

"Well, he's obviously not concerned, and it's his reputation on the line," said Hobi as he gestured at the man spinning in the chair.

The man that Hobi was referencing was none other than Kim Taehyung. Taehyung lifted his head, looking over at Hobi to see him pointing in his direction.

"I'm thinking," Taehyung replied. "As Jimin said, we're spinning out. So instead of being frustrated, I'm spinning in a circle until something hits me."

"Something hits you, huh?" asked Jimin as he moved to pick up a nearby pen and throw it at Taehyung, hitting him in the chest.

Taehyung chuckled, rolling his eyes before leaning back to stare at the ceiling again. Being famous for something he loved doing was all anyone could ever ask for. The headaches and trials that came with it were another story. He and his songwriting team of Jimin and Hobi were being pressured by the record company to finish his next album by the conclusion of his tour. It essentially left them a month and a half to solidify and develop a tracklist for the album while he also carted himself about the world.

'I just wish that I could have a break,' thought Taehyung as his eyes looked at the tiny dimpled craters in the white tiles above him. 'A nice long break from all this would be absolutely wonderful.'

"Well, I think it's safe to say we have a general idea for at least six of the tracks. That's a decent dent," said Hobi as he turned his attention back to the whiteboard.

"Yes, but we still have to get the lines down, get the - "

"Jimin, take a breath," said Taehyung as he kept his eyes looking skywards.

"Easy for you to say! Even if this album flops, you'll still have a job because people absolutely adore you. However people like Hobi and I will be out of a job."

"I take personal offense to that!" said Hobi, "I happen to think people absolutely adore me too!"

"You're impossible!" groaned Jimin into the palms of his hands as he kept them over his face. "You know what I mean!"

"Do I though?"

"I think we ought to just take a break for the rest of today," said Taehyung as he sat back up, trying to defuse any possible argument before it started.  "I feel like we're not getting anywhere right now besides at each other's throats."

"Maybe that could be a potential song title?"

"Each other's throats?" asked Jimin in disbelief, bringing his hands away from his face to look at Hobi. "No. Absolutely not. Erase that atrocious suggestion right now."

Hobi chuckled as he wrote it; Jimin standing up from his seat to wrap arms about him from behind to try to wrestle the Expo marker from his grip. Sighing, Taehyung stood up from his chair. This session wasn't accomplishing anything besides giving him a headache. Slipping into his coat, he moved to step out of the door and into the hallway. He greeted a few people from the company office on the way to the lift that would take him to the car park where his vehicle was. He could see the hearts in their eyes as they stared in his direction. It got nauseating after a while. No one wanted to get to know him for who he really was.

"A break..." he muttered to himself as he stood in the lift alone to the car park. Just a little while where he could take a breather from his life would be amazing.

As the lift doors open, Taehyung walked to where his car was parked. Outside the sky looked particularly dark and gray. He knew that it was more than likely going to rain soon, and he was thankful that he would at least be in his car before the skies decided to open up. Climbing into his car, he drove out of the car park and onto the street as the first drops of the coming storm spattered against his windshield.

If only he truly knew what storm was about to approach.