The One

Chapter 7

Lilly:

I have never experienced a proper shoot before. It is a lot more impressive than I was imagining. There are staff everywhere. Camera staff, filming staff, makeup staff, designer staff, heaps of producers, so many people!

My jaw drops as I scan the room, hungrily feeding my soul, my dream. This is what I want to be a part of. This is what I want to do. I want to be one of the producers over there, talking strategies and organising the schedule. I want my priorities to be worrying about celebrities and making sure the lighting is perfect.

This, right here, is my dream. Sure, I could focus on being a songwriter. But this entire environment is luring me in as if the behind-the-scenes concept is my true desire.

"You alright, Min Lilly?" I spin around to see Namjoon watching me carefully.

"Yeah, I'm just excited" I beam, turning to talk to him, "This is my dream job,"

"You want to be a singer?" Namjoon smirks.

"No," I roll my eyes. Everyone assumes I want to be a celebrity of some kind. Far from it, "I want to be behind the scenes. Either a producer or a songwriter, but hopefully both," I bounce on the balls of my feet as happiness floods my body.

This is awesome!

"Really?" Namjoon nods his head thoughtfully, "Who do you want to work for?"

"I was thinking of a big American company, but honestly, I'll work for anyone," Namjoon smirks again as if he is hiding something.

"I see," He turns and walks into the changing rooms, leaving me frowning.

"Why does Namjoon look so pleased?" Yoongi asks, startling me as he appears to merge out of the shadows behind me.

"I'm not sure," I turn to face Yoongi, folding my arms, "I just told him I want to be a producer and songwriter,"

Suddenly, Yoongi's eyes light up and he beams down at me. My heart skips a beat as I stare, wide-eyed, at this guy's sudden cuteness. He has an adorable gummy smile and bright eyes. It's as if when he smiles he covers the whole world in beauty. He doesn't smile widely often. But I think that's because the world couldn't handle such cuteness.

How can this badass man have such an adorable side?

I blush as I already feel the 'sexy' montage rolling through my head. Vivid pictures of Yoongi's straight face, his sexy swagger, and his badass aura.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

"You want to be a songwriter?" He asks, snapping me out of my miniature reverie.

"Yeah. It's my dream," I smile shyly. He smirks, causing the butterflies in my stomach to wake up again.

"That's really cool. I write songs for BTS with some of the other members. Would you join our entertainment if they asked you to join?"

"Yeah, that would be awesome," I beam, bouncing on the balls of my feet again. He smirks and pats the top of my head. I freeze, staring up at him as he smiles down at me.

"I'd love to hear your work, you know," he mumbles, moving a little closer, "I'm really curious about the type of music you write,"

"Oh, y-you know," I blush, "Just hip-hop and stuff. I can't really sing so my music sounds better when I rap it. I don't know too much about hip-hop history, just common chords and styles that I learnt in songwriting,"