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Kim Taehyung - considered to be the idol of idols in the k-pop industry, the epitome of perfection, the object of envy for many, and the role model for every idol in the Korean music scene. He was the face of k-pop, the soulf...
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Yi-Seo
“Selling your talent illegally?” I inquire him in a shocked manner, quite uncertain about what he implied by that, and the look of alarm on my face makes Taehyung chuckle.
“Yeah, exactly,” he nods his head and takes another swig of the vodka from his glass.
“I don’t get it,” I prompt him to give me more clarity of the entire conversation.
“Miss Kwon, the industry could only ban me from performing and making music, that is, under my name. But I can always sell my work to someone else, right?” Taehyung cheekily wiggles his eyebrows at me, but mine knit together in confusion.
“Do you mean that you still make music?” My voice experiences an abrupt tremor, as do my hands, and my eyes freeeze wide.
“I do,” Taehyung confirms, nodding. “I write songs, I make music, and I record the melodies in there,” Taehyung points with his thumb to a closed door beside the door to his bedroom, “and I also sell them. I record scratch tracks for my work because my voice isn’t as good as it used to be.”
“I buy all these and more,” he slightly tilts his head in the direction of the dining table at the back, “by working as a ghost writer and a ghost producer. But my work is still very much in demand, you see,” he smirks proudly, without any hint of self-pity, and continues to nurse on his drink.
He just started talking, and it is already as worse as it can get. This is a terrible downfall for someone who lived his best life a decade ago. The depressing thought makes my heart deflate and sink a little, but it does not remotely match the emotions Taehyung is displaying on the exterior. So, I push it aside for the moment.
“Is it a recording room?” I’m looking at the closed door with wide eyes as I ask him that.
“It is. A small one with the basic necessary setup,” Taehyung answers casually.
I remain silent, trying to figure out what to ask him to know more about this interesting venture of his, and for how long he has been doing this for a living. I’m also extremely curious to check out the recording room, mainly because I haven’t ever seen one in real life.
“You’re curious to know more, aren’t you, Miss Kwon?” Taehyung raises an eyebrow, almost as if he just read the questions swimming about in my mind.
“I certainly am,” I confirm, nodding. “But only if you want to tell me more too. I don’t want to pry,” I admit, and Taehyung forces a chuckle upon hearing what I just said.
“I mean it… I really don’t want to be nosy,” I say softly, keeping my eyes on him and trying to gauge his reaction to what I’m about to say next. “But the urge to write about you, your life… is so strong, and I’m really trying hard not to show it out,” I let my confession out in the open.
