''No, no, that sounds even worse than the previous one,'' Hoseok grumbled, pushing Namjoon away from the computer so he could edit out the beat in his head. ''How are the lyrics going, Yoongi?'' he asked, his gaze fixed on the screen.
''At this point I feel like a producer rather than a student.'' Yoongi grunted lowly, ''Do you guys see any point in us doing it?''
''Of course there's a reason to do it.'' Namjoon scoffed and sat beside Yoongi on the couch, leaving Hoseok to work on the computer.
''Do you realise how good that would look for our future auditions if we actually finished this project? I'm confident you are.'' Namjoon explained, his elbows resting on his knees. ''Only two more. We'll have it finished by the end of the year.''
''You mean in, like, three weeks?'' The sound of the mouse and keyboard could be heard as Hoseok called out from his desk. ''Fuck, for God's sake, I wanted to see my family. Not only do I have to prepare for that dancing competition,'' Hoseok continued to work it. ''Fuck, I'm hungry.'' He then scuffed away and stared blankly at the screen.
Yoongi chuckled, staring at him from the sofa with an incredible expression. ''Yeah, you have some pretty interesting mood swings, don't you?'' And they both laughed, which Hoseok was about to exclaim when the door burst open with a singing voice.
''Surpise!'' Jimin appeared, one hand on the doorknob, the other in the air, holding a plastic bag that appeared to contain packed food.
Yoongi snapped his gaze to Jimin as he stood up proudly and opened his arms as the other jumped in. ''Well, well, if that's not my best supporter,'' Yoongi said, pulling away to kiss his cheek.
Yoongi chuckled, staring at him from the sofa with an incredible expression. ''Yah, you have some pretty interesting mood swings, don't you?'' And they both laughed, which Hoseok was about to exclaim at when the door burst open with a singing voice. ''Surpise!'' Jimin appeared, one hand on the doorknob, the other in the air, holding a plastic bag that appeared to contain packed food.
Yoongi snapped his gaze to Jimin as he stood up proudly and opened his arms as the other jumped in. ''Well, well, if that's not my best supporter,'' Yoongi said, pulling away to kiss his cheek.
''Hello, Mr. Producer.'' Jimin pecked him quickly after smiling against his lips. ''Would you mind introducing me to your squad?'' Jimin turned to face Namjoon, who waved at him with his trademark smile. He was dressed in a grey hoodie with a black print on the front, simple black trousers and a watch. He appears to be attractive enough to be dating someone right now. He then turned to face the other. But then his stomach sank.
''Hi.'' Hoseok muttered, his gaze fixed on Jimin. He noticed Yoongi's hand still on his waist as Jimin sucked his breath in, unsure how to react to Hoseok. He realised he was being too quiet, so he cleared his throat and smiled, ''Hi, my name is Jimin, and I'm not sure if we've met before?''
What a fucking lie.
Yoongi frowned as he noticed Jimin's sudden silence when he saw Hoseok. He then noticed his friend rise from his chair and extended his hand towards Jimin, gulping and pressing his lips together before saying, ''No, I'm afraid we haven't.'' As he then smiled, ''I'm Jung Hoseok.''
''Oh, yeah, my bad, my name is Kim Namjoon.'' Namjoon exclaimed, shaking his head, having forgotten to introduce himself just a second before.
''I suppose that will be the rap line of the kpop, hm?'' he said towards Namjoon and Yoongi, unnoticedly refusing to look at Hoseok again. ''Who knows if the future is kind to us.'' Namjoon stood up to take his notes from the desk, but Jimin exclaimed.
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Fanfictionin which jeon jeongguk, the born-singer college student and so-called fuck boy, is getting through a not so annoying rivarly with kim taehyung, the kicked out of his home boy with big dreams and freshly built confidence. it was all fun and games unt...
