[a/n: You guys wanted me to update more of this book so Ta-Da. I hope you all enjoy it, and just FYI. Namjoon, Jimin and Yoongi are brothers but if you don't like that just imagine they're all close friends who grew up together like childhood friends I dunno. Whatever floats your boat man. Anyway ENJOY!
WARNING: this is not proof-read and sorta rushed. I apologize for mistakes]
If you've been reading my quaint selection of books. You know I enjoy putting music and songs I recommend for each chapter so take a listen up above if you're up to it
Title: U by Kwon Jin Ah ft. Namjoon
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Yoongi rested his head against the maple wood desk as his black headphones shined in the dim desk light in front of him, "Track 146." He mumbled monotonously. " Track 189. Track 437. Track 327. Track 921. Track 134-"
"Aish hyung! He's doing it again." Groaned Jimin, throwing a chip towards Yoongi, which the mumbling rapper caught. Yoongi popped the snack in his mouth and smirked before rambling nonsensical numbers once again.
Namjoon sighed and kept his gaze on the computer screen, dragging, deleting, mixing, and rearranging beats in the musical program opened in front of him, "Jiminie-ah, you know that's how he works his magic." He murmured,
"Well it's an annoying way how he so called 'works his magic'. I have to hear it all the time." Jimin retorted, burying his face into the cushions of the leather couch. Namjoon sighed and ruffled the younger's head,
"Its annoying, but it's how we make songs and money." He explained. Jimin huffed, rolling his eyes at the older one. Curling his pudgy hands into a fist at how unfazed the other looks at his serious protest.
"Yeah, money that you waste on Ryan dolls instead of substantial things we need to have in order to survive." He slurred out.
"Now listen here you twerp. Those Ryan dolls are coping mechanisms that I have so I can deal with people like you who make the complicated mystery of life even more complicated than it has to be-"
"Is that so? I'm sorry that you're selfish enough to buy dumb orange plushies rather than to worry about our brother who mutters random track numbers like a maniac!" Jimin threw his hands in the air with disbelief.
"Artist, he's an Artist! He does his craft in his own way and I do my craft in my own way. My way is just a little less logical and nonsensical, Yoongi is abstract." Namjoon stroke his chin, shutting his lids closed. Jimin scoffed and collapsed onto the couch,
"Abstract my ass, i'm clearly trying to worry about yoongi hyung here and all you're doing is spurting out even as much nonsensical things as he is too."
"My so called, nonsensical, rambling has ended a long time ago. You idiots have been arguing so much to even realize you both have been the nonsensical rambling in this room." Yoongi cut in monotonously, his razor sharp voice stilling the atmosphere. Jimin and Namjoon stiffly turned their heads toward Yoongi who sat back in his chair with one eyebrow raised. The pair laughed nervously, straightening up their previous hunched positions as they faced forward towards the rapper who sluggishly arose from his chair and threw on his coat,
"I'm going to go out now. It's around three in the morning now so I need to return to my apartment before my building superintendent yells at me again for buzzing in late, well. I'm already late so I suppose its inevitable that my ass is going to get kicked." He explained, pulling one arm through his sleeve. Jimin cocked his head to the side a bit, his mouth agape,
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Fanfiction《 jungkook and yoongi have been roommates for 2 years. But they've never seen each other faces. 》
