Trouble

Debut

It was highly unlikely that I would sit back and wait for Saturday to come by idly. I tried everything in my power to make the week zoom past quickly: I went to the library every day, I studied, I even went on walks with Young. But Saturday arrived with a shower of rain, dampening not only my mood but also all of the energy I had built up for today. Talk about anti-climatic...

I was chewing on some apple slices when the bell rang and I ran quickly to greet the person, who was hopefully Yoongi. And thankfully it was. He shook away the droplets stuck to his umbrella as he walked in. I closed the door as the water began moving in with him. He took off his jacket and ran a hand through his hair. Then he faced me and smiled. 

"How's my girlfriend doing?" He asked, pulling me in for a hug. I hug him back but still pull back quickly. My dad had been lurking in the shadows recently, and a nuclear explosion in my house was to be avoided at all costs. 

"You should go up, my father has been waiting for you," I said, moving back toward the kitchen and my apple slices. 

"Hmm..." It seemed that he was sad, but he still had a steely glint in my eyes that suggested that he wanted to get work done. He quickly walked up the stairs, and I sighed as I sat down on the kitchen table. 

After I was done eating, and washing the remaining dishes in the sink I decided to put on the TV, and activity I hadn't partaken in for a while, and watch something that was playing. I felt someone tap my shoulders and I look up to see Tae's mother hovering above my shoulder. I instantly straighten my posture and smile. 

"Can I join you?" She asks, and I nod. She comes and sits beside me and I clear my throat in an awkward attempt to clear the discomfiture. 

"Are the meetings over?" I ask, suddenly realizing that we do have something in common to talk about: Yoongi and Tae.

"I debriefed Yoongi about the debut performance, and the interview he has tomorrow. For Tae, it was more of a pre-debriefing, because he debuts after a week." She said, resting her head against the sofa and sighing. 

"How do you think this song is going to do?" I had been nervously mulling over this question. I knew Yoongi had been too, with the conversations I had been having with him over text. He was scared it wasn't going to do well at all, and I had been convincing him that his music was too good to be ignored. And he rightfully brought out the fact that I hadn't ever heard his music before. 

"I really like it. It's good a good beat, rhythm, and the lyrics demonstrate a lot of grit; people like that these days," She says, looking at me from the corner of her eyes. She tilted her body further and said, "Is he your boyfriend?" 

I was a bit shocked that she had noticed, and I nodded solemnly. She smiled and said, "You make a cute couple," 

I blushed, and smiled, looking back at the TV screen which I had been ignoring. 

"Don't worry so much about him. He's going to be a major idol in no time," She said, and the way in which she said it, made me believe her. 

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"It's going to be okay," I tell him for the tenth time. He ignored me and looked at the black screen of his phone. The song had been posted on YouTube an hour ago and the video would follow next week. He was going to be busy shooting this week. 

"Call your mother and talk to her at least," I tell him, reaching across the table and toward his fisted hand. He loosens it and turns his hand around to intertwine our fingers. 

"Yeah, I should," He sighs, squeezes my fingers, and gets up to place the call. I sip on my iced tea as I wait for him to come back. I couldn't tell him because he wouldn't believe me, but his song had been on repeat in my head ever since I had heard it. The beat, the rhythm, the lyrics, everything was perfect.  It was called Cypher and had the most bad-ass lyrics. 

He came back after a few minutes with a remnant of a smile lingering on his face. 

"I presume your mom is doing better," I say, shifting in my seat as he sat down opposite me. 

"She'll be discharged on Monday," He says, running a hand through his hair. I was happy that he was finally relieved. He took a huge gulp of his coffee and I leaned forward. 

"I really like the song," I tell him. He stops smiling and rolls his eyes. 

"You have to tell me that," He says. I laugh, but say,"I don't. But, I swear, on Holly, that I genuinely love the song." 

"I'm really nervous that everyone else won't like it," He bites his lip and lowers himself till his chin is resting on the table. 

"Why?" I ask. He had been churning out songs that were rudimentary, performing them, and not feeling so nervous about them for a while. Why the sudden burst of nervousness? 

"This is my first actual song, which will be part of my first actual album. It does put a lot of weight on my shoulders," He says, closing his eyes and sighing. 

"It's also exciting. You get to film a video for the song, attend interviews, and perform for your fans," I tell him, taking a sip of my drink. 

"But-" He starts, but I interject him mid-sentence. 

"Don't focus on the negatives. You've worked hard to get here and you should revel in the fact that you have reached this far. You went from recording a song in your room, to recording a song in a proper recording studio. You're releasing an album. You're performing on MNet. You are an idol." He opened his eyes and looked at me. 

"You're my number 1 fan, Eun In." He smiles, and finally moves away from the table. I smile right back at him, extremely proudly. 

[A/N: I am really sorry for the extremely late update. But...it being Jimin's birthday and all, I thought I should update today. I hope you'll are enjoying reading this book. I mean, it has slowed down a bit, but I am so so glad that you have been with this story for so long. I mean, I went from 1 read, to 1,000 reads! I can't believe that this is actually happening!! And people still say that Friday the 13th is unlucky...]