Chapter Two (An Indescribable Feeling)

Method Writing

After finishing her collaboration with ATEEZ, Anna had more time to work on her secret album. It was a secret because she hadn't told the company about it yet. She hadn't told them because she wasn't sure that she could do such an important topic justice.

One day she was sat in Yoongi's studio staring at the blank page in front of her. The lack of progress with the lyrics of her new songs was frustrating. The untouched page of her notebook mocked her. Every attempt she made seemed lacking in portraying the depth of emotion she was trying to convey.

Her phone buzzed with a message from Yoongi.

"Heading home now. What do you want for dinner?"

"I'll probably be working late."

"I'll leave you some. Don't forget to eat."

She smiled. He could've told her not to stay out too late or not to work too hard, but that would have been hypocritical since Yoongi was the worst offender of those two things.

Yoongi had started his social service, working at a government office. Although he came home every night, she missed their time in the studio together.

There was a knock on the door, and she got up to see who it was. It was Namjoon. The leader had been busy planning and recording everything he wanted to do before he started military service.

"Hey love, I picked up some supplies."

He put down a smoothie and some snacks on the desk.

"Thanks, Joonie."

Anna reached up for a kiss before sitting back down in the chair with a sigh.

"What's on your mind?"

"I'm stuck. I can't seem to connect with the lyrics. They feel... fake."

Namjoon nodded thoughtfully.

"Maybe you need to immerse yourself in the subject more. Sometimes, to write authentically, you have to experience the pain."

Anna knew he was right, but the thought of reading hate comments online terrified her. She had avoided them for years, shielding herself from the cruelty of strangers. But now, she had no choice. If she wanted to do this album properly, and possibly make an impact, she needed to do whatever it took to make it authentic.

That night, Anna sat alone in her room, the glow of her laptop illuminating her face. She took a deep breath and began to read. The words were harsh, cutting into her like a knife. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she scrolled through the venomous comments. Each one felt like a personal attack, eroding her self-esteem.

However, the ones that hurt the most were the ones about her soulmates. The members of BTS were the kindest, most selfless, and warm-hearted people she knew. They had renewed her faith in humanity and brought joy to her life. She knew that many ARMY felt the same. It made no sense to her that anyone would purposely want to tear them down.

But she kept going, knowing it was the only way to capture the raw emotion she needed for her songs. Hours later, exhausted and emotionally drained, she closed her laptop. The pain was unbearable, but she had pages of notes, raw and unfiltered.

Just as she was about to turn in for the night, the bedroom door opened. Jungkook walked in, his eyes immediately finding hers. He saw the tear stains on her cheeks and the messy pile of notes across the bed and immediately rushed over to her.

"Noona! What happened?"

She shook her head, unable to speak. Instead, she handed him a few pages of her notes. Jungkook scanned them, understanding the gist despite the English. He noticed words like "hurt," "loneliness," and "cruelty" standing out starkly.