Virtuoso (Pagan Min X Songwriter Reader)

I was just drawing.

When you finally woke up again, you weren't where you expected to be at all. Instead... You found yourself in a room on a bed, it was comfy, it was kind of nice even, it was well... Yeah, nice. 

"What did they give me...?" You groaned, your head still hurt and you felt all fucked up. Whatever they had in that bag really knocked you out big time, and now you were... Well, wherever you were.

You stood up off of the bed and looked around the room, it was pretty simple and rustic- but it was then you noticed the note on a table by the window, you walked over and read the note out loud to yourself, feeling uneasy.

"Stay put, I have things planned later dear, 'pagan min'"

You sighed and put down the note, you were definitely a captive here and you weren't comfortable with this at all... But what could you do? At least you weren't dead yet...

You looked through the room for a moment, there was a lot of stuff in here and surely something could distract you, anything. There just... Had to be something.

In the background you could hear gunshots ringing out, you jumped but it didn't take you long to realize that technically you were safe here, at least you hoped. No one had come for you yet.

But that was the keyword you feared, YET.

Whatever though... You'd live.

You managed to find a large sketch pad in a drawer and a few pencils, whoever used this room was clearly artsy, there were tools everywhere in the drawers.

You sat down on the floor and started to think, chords... Tunes, surely something would come to mind.
Then you recalled that one damn song, and got to work.

You had been writing a song for the past year but could never get it right, you just wanted to make a single song but you wanted it to be a single amazing song, nothing short of perfect.

You drew a few music bars and set them up in the right key, then started to make out the basic tune bit by bit. It was always the same thing, just a simple little tune but you knew it would be the basis of the entire song, it was just perfect.

You worked on some chord progressions lightly, finding that you couldn't stop hitting dead ends and shit... Fuck this!

You closed the notepad and placed it back down on the table, you moved back over to the bed and buried yourself under the covers, you didn't do anything after that for a while, you just sat there upright staring out the window with a blanket around your body.

Finally you gave up and went back to the notepad, a bit of doodling would be fine... Right?

You had a thing for drawing too, you weren't the best but you knew how to do basic proper anatomy, you didn't really have a distinct style at all.

You sat there for quite a while and drew figures, people, some animals... And finally the door opened and you flinched in shock. Shit!

You scurried to stand up, but only fell over at that, flat on your ass too.

There was a light laugh that came from the door, you looked to see that man was back, pagan min.

"Goodness, did I bother you? That was quite the jump and fall. Not something you see everyday!" He chuckled, you felt your whole body freeze with fear, you did NOT like this guy at all.

You know, he's the type of guy that would kill you.

He stood there for a moment before giving off a sigh and walking over. "Now then, stand up. I don't plan on serving you for lunch yet." He teased cruelly and grasped your arm, helping you stand up- which you promptly forced your legs to do. Better just behave.

"Now, (name) surely you've gotten comfortable here haven't you? Why, I see you found those old sketchbooks! Lovely! " he picked the paper book up and looked for a second, then placed it back down on the table. "My my! And an artist!" He added, looking to you once more.

"Oh, do lighten up. I can assure you that there is plenty to do. Come now." He signalled you to follow as he approached the door, and of course, you obeyed.

"You know, we get very few women entering this country, let alone young ones. I find it quite surprising that you decided to come here! What in the world brings you to Kyrat?" He continually spoke as he walked down the hall, you gulped, answering quietly. "I... I'm actually running away from home." You sighed nervously, he turned around and managed an amused grin. "A runner you say? Well! For whatever reason that may be, I am sure you will enjoy Kyrat in all its beauty. This place is glorious, now, the terrorists can be annoying, but fear not, we have that under control."

You felt weak for a second, terrorists? Shit.

"Now, come with me... I was going to shoot some guns but my dear partner ran away. I suppose I can substitute them out for you no?"

You gulped and nodded. "Y-yeah... Let's go shoot some guns.."