"𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘿𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡'𝙨 🍆 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚? 😈🔥"
Smut/Sex (a lot)
☆ THIS BOOK HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ANYONE'S PERSONAL LIFE OR FEELINGS. EVERYTHING INSIDE IS FICTIONAL.
YOU ARE FREE TO LEAVE IF YOU FEEL TRIGGE...
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The soft hum of the studio lights filled the room as Taehyung stood in front of the microphone, his hand gripping the stand a bit too tightly.
The familiar soundproof walls that usually felt like a comforting cocoon seemed to close in on him today.
The music crew adjusted the equipment, their murmurs blending with the low strum of Yoongi's guitar as he tinkered with a melody on the couch nearby.
Jimin sat beside him, scrolling through his phone, occasionally glancing up to shoot Taehyung an encouraging smile.
Jay Park leaned back in his chair, his sharp eyes focused on the monitor as the first notes of the track played through the speakers.
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Taehyung took a deep breath and began to sing, but his voice wavered, the nerves evident in the trembling of his tone. The notes fell flat, not matching the soulful sound they needed.
The singing instructor, standing by the glass partition, frowned, his arms crossed. "Again, Taehyung. Focus. You're holding back."
Taehyung swallowed hard and nodded, trying to push away the knot of anxiety tightening in his chest. He started again, but the pressure only seemed to mount, making his voice falter even more.
Just then, the door to the studio swung open, and Jungkook strode in, his presence commanding attention. He flashed a quick smile at Jay Park, who turned from the monitor to greet him.
" Mr park, the new props for the MV are ready. Thought I'd swing by and discuss the setup," Jungkook said, his tone casual yet focused.
His gaze flicked over to Taehyung, noticing the tension in his posture and the strain in his voice as he attempted to hit the higher notes.
Taehyung faltered again, his confidence slipping with each failed attempt. The instructor's voice, stern and insistent, cut through the room. "Again, Taehyung. You need to push through this. You can't afford to be weak."
Jungkook's expression darkened slightly as he observed the exchange. He turned to Jay Park, his tone low. "Is it really necessary to push him this hard right now?"
