I Fell For Kim Taehyung

Song of the Vicious

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Taehyung's Perspective

I squirmed. I haven't felt this uncomfortable since that time Jungkook pantsed me in the middle of the mall many years back. As his eyes moved up and down, studying me like a science experiment, I got anxious as my feet started to tap as if to some mystery rhythm. I don't like being scrutinized or judged or even criticized in this smallest way so this was an act of torture in my head. I just remembered what Ona said to me this morning, how her smile was bright and adoring, and her voice so sweet,

"You'll be fine. He won't hate you!" I then hugged her which made her squeal and try to pry my hands off of her, but I didn't allow that of course.

I looked back at him as he scanned my face once more before looking back at his phone, biting his lip as he sighed and nodded. "It's good."

I let out a small sigh, my head being released from the hellish prison it was under for the whole hour. He put the phone down, leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. I never thought it would be so hard to look at someone with such confidence, but after what he said, it got a bit easier to look at his small eyes that glared at me. I don't think he meant to be this intimidating, but then again, my nerves were through the roof and could be the counter effective of this.

"Do you really think so?" I asked, not believing his monotone voice. I wanted be perfectly clear and not led on by something that was a 'maybe' or possibility.

"I think we can come up with something here," He smiled a bit, causing the tensed up muscles in my body to ease and have me lean back in my chair. "But it's not enough. I feel like we need something more." I gulped as he said that. What else could there possibly be? I did everything he wanted.

"Like what?" I asked.

"Can you sing?" He raised an eyebrow at me. My mouth fell open a bit, not expecting such an answer. Can I sing? I used to for my cat when I was a kid as she was scared of thunderstorms, also when I was in a school play back so many years ago. Recently, there hasn't been a time to even think about singing, even if I felt like it. Sometimes I wanted to, especially to Ona, but I was too nervous to even consider it.

"It's been a while." I shrugged.

"The video you showed me was really good. I can see you becoming a great actor, but I feel like you have more to you. I don't want to just judge my first thoughts on you as an actor. It's my job to find undiscovered talents in people," He cleared his throat before opening his desk drawer and pulling out a few slips of paper with clean handwriting on them. He flipped through them, licking his first finger to be able to turn the pages, and finally he rested on a slip of stained parchment that looked like someone had spilled coffee on. He handed it to me and as I looked down, I realized it was lyrics. "That song right there was written by someone I know well. I think it would fit your style," The lyrics were passionate yet depressing all in one. I don't know what he was getting at and it seemed like he read my face. "I gave this one to you because of your acting. You're emotional when you play someone else. I want to know if those feelings you put into your acting can be equal as the feelings you put into being a singer."

"I'm not here to be a singer." I shook my head, staring again at the lyrics, pressing my lips together as I can feel the pain the words oozed, as if the lyricist was singing it in my ear, their voice breaking.

"I know," He nodded. "I'm just curious."

I sighed, pushing back my hair as I shifted in my seat, leaning over so my elbows rested on my knees and the paper was clutched more loosely in my hands. I gave him one last glance, his eyes watching me and never moving, before looking back at the small, black letters. I cleared my throat before starting the first line.