You saw it in my eyes forever ✓

chapter 6

“I haven’t seen this in a while,” Earn comments to Jungkook , chuckling. He had only been gone for fifteen minutes to get drinks for the band members during their rehearsal.

Fifteen minutes was apparently all it took for Taehyung  to have collapsed on the floor of the practice room in exhaustion. His guitar rests on his stomach, and several papers splay around him like forgotten confetti.

“Really?” Jungkook  asks, handing Earn her drink without looking at her. He can’t take his eyes off of Taehyung , who somehow still looks attractive in his current disheveled, Bohemian state.

“When we first started out, he was like this all the time,” Earn explains. “Writing songs kind of consumed him – well, you know he gets.”

Jungkook  nods. He knows. He knows how frustrated Taehyung  gets when songs don’t come as easily as he wants them to. Taehyung  once told him that music can’t be forced. It must be coaxed into existence, but sometimes there’s the last piece of the puzzle that doesn’t quite fit and Taehyung  told him that, more than once, he felt obligated to force the last piece in rather than produce something good.

“To be honest, I don’t think he’s been confident in our songs for a few years,” Earn says, more quietly. “I can tell. But we’re under constant pressure to meet deadlines and he hasn’t had time to really work on things. It’s nice to see him passionate about his writing again. Inspiration hasn’t struck him this hard in ages."

Jungkook  reflects on that for a minute. He thinks back to Taehyung ’s reaction when Jungkook  told him what he thought of his songs, how he didn’t argue with his (rather harsh) assessment. He thinks about the song he played for him, about his comparisons with Bts . Jungkook  isn’t so presumptuous as to think that this newfound and prolific inspiration is because of him, but something tells him that it’s not an unlikely possibility.

Jungkook  moves to hand Taehyung  his drink, and as he approaches him on the floor, he thinks he can make out some of the song titles.

Over his shoulder, he hears Air sigh (probably at seeing Taehyung ) and clap her hands. “Okay, everyone, let’s take a twenty-minute break!”

The clapping starts Taehyung  awake, and upon seeing Jungkook , he scrambles to pick up all the song sheets around him and shove them into his guitar case. “Thanks,” he says, taking his coffee from Jungkook .

He nods, but his mind is reeling.

He swears that one of the songs is titled ‘you and me .’

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“You don’t have to stay, you know,” Taehyung  says for the sixth time that evening. His pencil scratches out a few more alterations to his current chord progression.

Jungkook  pulls his jacket closer to him. The practice room is fucking freezing, and yet here Jungkook  is, at nine forty-five on a Thursday night, essentially watching Taehyung  finish some of his new songs. Normally, he wouldn’t have burdened himself on what is technically his time off, and Taehyung  would have chased him out of the room after five minutes for disturbing his ‘creative process.’ However, Air mentioned to Jungkook  that Taehyung ’s artistic endeavors sometimes make him do stupid things, like skip meals for twelve hours at a time, thus making him absolutely useless in other meetings.

Hence, Jungkook  showed up a few hours ago with curry, watched Taehyung  eat it, and then stuck around to make sure he left the office at a decent time. Him still being there has nothing to do with his own personal concern (of which he has none that isn’t purely managerial). It also has nothing to do with Jungkook ’s piqued interest in these particular songs – especially the one that may be about him. Of course not.