alis || namjin

4

The house that Namjoon arrived at for his meeting was nothing short of a mansion.

He was greeted at the door by a servant, and guided into an office room. A large, mahogany desk sat in the middle of it. Behind the desk sat Mr. Min in a tall leather chair. He looked so expensive sitting there. His dark red hair was curled softly on his pale face, and he wore a dark, tailored dress shirt with dark pants.

Namjoon bowed as a greeting and sat down.

"My friend will unfortunately not be joining us today. He is sick and is currently in bed resting. I talked with him, and we decided to commission a replica. He has fallen in love with the wings RM has sculpted, and since he cannot have the original, he wishes for a replica of it".

Namjoon was surprised, "All RM's pieces are unique, I don't know if he will be able to make an exact replica".

Yoongi was irritated, "For $1,000,000, it better be exact".

"You were... serious about the million?".

"I don't joke around with my money, Mr. Kim. You will tell RM I am serious. $1,000,000 for an exact replica, and he has 6 months. I expect updates every 2 weeks. That is all", he stood up as a signal he wanted Namjoon to leave.

"Yes, sir", Namjoon stood up as well and bowed, "I will return with progress updates to this location?".

"To my office specifically. If I am not home, do not show the updates to my friend. We live together, so he might be here sometimes when I am not. However, only I can see them. I repeat, do not show them to my friend", Yoongi turned his focus to something else, signaling it was time for Namjoon to leave, "Have a good day".

~

It was nerve-wracking, to have such pressure of making an exact copy. He did his best not to show it while he was in Mr. Min's office, but Namjoon was shaking on his way out of the house, and his heart was beating fast the entire way home.

He knew he had to be perfect. He could not make any mistakes with this sculpture and would have to move fast too. As soon as he reached home, he changed into his art clothes and went into his studio.

Yet, as he stared at his tools, he felt lost. How was he supposed to start? All of his other pieces had been made through spurs of inspiration, thoughts, and emotions. It was so hard to create something almost monotonously. It wasn't a piece from his heart. It was like being a machine. Like machine-made art. And Namjoon wasn't used to it.

The sketch he created felt like it was missing something. The base he made felt empty. After a few hours of work, he stopped. He wanted to throw everything away, and start over. The only thing stopping him was his deadline.

After stepping back to stare at his work from the day, he came to a realization. An honestly terrifying realization.

He hated working on this project. Something he had never felt before. Always, he saw his art as beautiful parts of him. Art was an outlet for him, a passion. Yet, Kim Namjoon he knew he would hate his finished product too.