Seven Soul Ties

Music

I followed Namjoon to his recording studio.
It was down the long corridor, at the opposite end of the dance studio, in the complete opposite direction of my glam room. The layout of the building didn't make much sense, with several boardrooms, and I think I counted three recording studios.

In all my time here, I have yet to explore the building. Even though I'm trusted and requested to be here at any given hour, some boundaries I don't feel like pushing.

If it's worth knowing, one of them would make me aware of it, although sometimes I prefer to stay on a need-to-know basis.

I have been approached by far too many media outlets, hoping I would spill something. I don't even know if they are certain that I work here – but some dedicated fans or sources do their due diligence.

Luckily, no dating rumours.

Yet.

The recording studio was not a big room. Three people would be able to fit snugly, two being seated and one standing. There was a tiny room where one would sing, or in Namjoon's case, rap.

The studio was dimly lit with a reddish hue, and I smiled when I saw Namjoon's hoodie draped lazily over one of the chairs.

"This is my own recording studio," Namjoon said, looking at me with a proud smile. "It may be small, but big ideas come from it." He motioned for me to sit on the chair next to his hoodie-draped own. "I really like spending time here."

"I can tell," I nodded, taking the seat next to him. Even though it was a small room, I can practically smell Namjoon's thoughts and ideas. He had a different energy to him, and I could see it engulfed this space.

"So, what did you want to show me?" I asked, I looked at the laptop and the million buttons and turntables. I mean, if you put all kinds of makeup and beauty tools in front of me, sure, I can make sense of it all, but here, I was having a mild case of sensory overload.

"This is a new song I've been working on. I don't have an exact placement for it, but I found inspiration..." he looked down to his lap. I'm not sure where this sudden shyness came from, but I pretended I didn't notice, instead focusing on his beautiful side profile in the red and black hues. He looked unreal.

"...You know, our trip. It put beats in my head, and I've been trying to get it out ever since." He turned to look at me, an unfamiliar glint in his eyes.

"Ah, you mean like a tropical song?" My heart faltered as I felt my stomach drop to my feet. In his unspoken words, and now looking into his eyes, I knew that's not what he meant.

He offered a tiny smile, "Something like that," he turned to his laptop once more, opening a file and selecting all the components before pressing play.

My fears were confirmed when I looked at the file name.

L.

Before I could react, Namjoon settled his second pair of headphones on my head, with him wearing his signature own, I was too fixated to react - I stared at the name of the file but snapped back to reality when the sounds caressed my ears and entered my mind, no - rather my soul.

It started as a slow melody, sending waves of ease through my body, but too suddenly it turned sensual. It was sensual, and rough, and calm and smooth. I didn't really know what to make of it.

It was sexy.

It left me wanting more.

My mouth must have been open for the entirety of the song, because when I finally managed to gulp, my mouth was bone dry, all moisture evaporated just like my willpower.