7 + 1 Talents ♪ KTH

Chapter 11 / Voice

The hallway in front of us felt like it was a mile long. I strutted down it as if I didn't just have a panic attack.

There were glass doors on both sides, and eventually, we entered one of them.

It was a small room, seperated from another tiny one through a door. The room we were standing in right now didn't have much. A soundboard, a tiny microphone and a chair.

Namjoon turned to me. "Since you are the only one we need the voice of, I will stay here with you to record the parts. The others can go wherever you want. We'll meet up again in two hours at the reception. "
Without any answer the boys turned back to the door and went out one after one. I put my bag down to the side and looked at Namjoon.

"Okay, ready." He nodded and gave me a piece of paper. A big variety of their songs greeted me in the letters.

"You want to get all of those done in two hours? Are you crazy?"

He smirked. "You will be fine. Remember, you don't have to sing all those songs. Just the parts I picked out for you. From what Yoongi told us you'd fit in perfectly."

I slowly nodded. "So, which song will we start with?"

"I don't really care, just pick one."

I darted my eyes between the lines, thinking about which song shouldn't be too bad to start with. My eyes eventually stopped at one.

"Let's do 'Fake Love'."

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It took us a lot more than two hours to even work down half of the list. In the meantime the rest of them came by, ready to pick us up, but Namjoon just told them to not wait for us and go home.

So now I was here, about three and a half hours later, and my throat started to hurt a bit. We had recorded some of the parts twice or thrice, sometimes even more, because it took me quite long to adjust my voice.

"Are we finally done hyung? I can't anymore." I whined as I drank another whole bottle of water. He sighed softly. "Fine. But we'll have to come back here in a few days so we get this over with."

I gave him an exhausted smile. "Thanks."

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When we were back home the boys were all scattered around the living room, and of course, Yoongi was asleep on the couch.

I couldn't care less at the moment. I threw of my coat and marched to my room, not even bothering to turn on the light.

It wasn't that late in the afternoon, but I felt like it was past midnight. I was so freaking tired.

I collapsed onto my bed and threw an arm over my eyes to block out the light that came from my windows, it was bright, even though the curtains were almost covering the whole glass doors.

I was about to doze off when there was a knock on the door.

I groaned in misery and shifted away from the sound.

"Go away. I don't care about what you have to say, whoever you are."

I could hear a small sigh from behind the door before a voice spoke through it.

"I just wanted to check on you. You looked really tired when Joony hyung and you came home."

I turned around another time, gritting my teeth.

"Taehyung leave me alone."

"I have ice cream."

On the word ice cream I wiggled towards the door lazely, unlocking it and facing the red haired man in front of me.

"Fine come in." Before I turned around again, I yanked the ice cream bucket from his hands as well as the spoon he was holding.

We sat down on the ground, back against the wall. He loudly cleared his throat.

"Sooo, how do you feel about all this?"

I tore my gaze away from the ice ceam I was chucking down and looked up at him, visibly surprised at the sudden question.

I cocked an eyebrow and he got my confusion. "Like, everything that's happened the last two weeks. I know it's a lot. It must be quite hard for you." He said.

I shoved another spoon full into my mouth while I thought about the events of the past days.

Indeed, it was really hard for me to adjust, but I also didn't feel bad. It was just a bit tiring. So I rose my voice to an answer.

"I mean, yeah, it's been a bit tough since I am not used to any of this. I'm not used to beeing under a roof with seven men, I am not used to practice that much. I am not used to actually chase my dream with this opportunity. I am just not used to anything the life of an idol brings."

He darted his eyes away from me and exhaled.

"How do you feel about us?"

That question sure got me off guard and I almost choked on the chocolate chip ice cream.

"What?"

"I think you heard me." Was everything he answered, his voice dripping with uneasyness which he tried to cover with a hard swallow.

"Well, I mean... you guys are very nice to me. You aren't like I thought you'd be, but in a good way. I thought ya'll would be really arrogant and fixated on money to be honest."

His gaze burned itself into my eyes, but something held me from breaking the eye contact. But then a sentence that made me even more nervous left his lips.

"How do you... feel about me?"

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A/N: Sorry for the short and boring chapter... I didn't knew what to write TvT.

Anyway till the next update👋

Stay safe!

Angel~