Love Maze | BTS 8TH Member

Boy(s) In Luv

The cold was setting in. The weather drastically became chilling, the constant snowfall proof of it. The sun peeked from behind the wispy clouds, almost as if it was shy. The outfits of the people in Korea had shifted from light, cotton clothes to warm, wool knitted ones.

The year was nearing its end. It was already the last week of October. The hiphop group had started working on their next album. The members were constantly occupied with meetings with the staff, dance practices, composing sessions, lyric writing etc. 

Finding time for themselves and sleep was almost impossible with this kind of treacherous schedule. It was not a surprise that they were severely sleep deprived and tired, due to which they were more moody than ever.

And on top of that, the band had announced their first ever tour a month ago, and the first few concerts were in Korea (which they performed already).

Currently, the eight members were in another meeting with the staff, a heated discussion going on about ideas for the theme of their next album.

"Jimin-ah, how many times do we have to tell you? We're not doing a love themed album!" Yoongi scolded.

"But why, hyung?~" Jimin whined. "It'll be fun! And besides who doesn't like love songs?"

Yoongi shook his head and was about to curse Jimin off when Bang PD intervened, "Calm down. All of you. We need new ideas."

"How about something personal to you?" A staff member suggested.

"What do you mean?" Namjoon asked.

"What if we do another trilogy? The albums could talk about your experiences as young adults. That way, it'll be honest for you to write about but still relatable for your fans." The staff member looked eagerly at Bang PD.

"Continue," Bang PD allowed.

"The songs in the albums can be about all sorts of...social problems young adults face when stepping into their 20s. Basically, the theme would be the anxieties and the beauty of youth." The staff member suggested.

"Hmm, not bad. I think that's a really good idea you've come up with. Bangtan, what do you say?" Bang PD asked, his gaze fixed on the eight members of the group.

The members looked at each other. They didn't need to say anything, they made the decision almost telepathically.

Namjoon looked back at his boss, then replied, "Yup, sounds good. We'll do it. Let's make it as angsty as possible." Everyone chuckled at Namjoon's choice of words.

Later, that evening, Arin was texting someone on her phone. She decided to take a break from lyric writing by chatting with her new friend. She ran out of ideas anyways.

Reading his text, she grinned at his joke, when Namjoon suddenly entered the studio. His clothes were sticking to his body, and his smooth skin was glistening with sweat. Arin assumed he had probably been practicing in the dance studio.

Noticing Arin smiling at her phone, he asked, a pang of jealousy in his tone, "Who are you texting?" 

Arin quickly turned off her phone and straightened herself on the studio chair. "Nobody," she lied, hiding her phone in her pocket.

That definitely did not reduce Namjoon's suspicion. He walked closer to stand in front of Arin whose head was tilted up to stare at his tall figure. "Arin, I asked you a question. Give me a damn answer," he nearly growled.

"It's none of your business, Namjoon," she snapped, her eyes fierce with defiance.

He suddenly placed his palms on the armrest of the chair, his arms caging her in the seat, his gaze almost making her cower. He reeked of musk and dominance, which felt intoxicating for the female member.