Meet Me At Genius Lab (Yoongi X Reader)

Chapter 1: The Job

Chapter 1: The Job

Life was good. From messy teenage years I had found myself and somehow established a stable (ish) and enjoyable (ish) career. I had always valued music as a wonderful creation; it allowed for communication no matter the language. The emotion was always prevalent in the voice of the artist and it was beautiful. Another thing I valued more than my life itself was the outlet of writing and the connection that it created between people, so it was quite miraculous really, that I ended up writing for Brightest Star, an international music company that produced songs, videos and artists.

Living on the outskirts of London wasn't pleasant to begin with but the hum of the city and thrill of the prestige of the place meant that I adjusted soon enough. I had been working at Brightest Star for a little under a year when I was given my first big opportunity about 5 months ago now; I was made a part of the lyricist team for a collaboration between Marshmello, Eden and Lauv. Through that collaboration I met my best friend, a graphic designer who works on album art and the editing of music videos, Izzy. We clicked instantly and have been put on other projects together ever since. The collaboration was a great success and a worldwide hit; I had made a name for myself it seemed and now I had collaboration requests building up from all over. Adele, The Chainsmokers, Rhianna, Shawn Mendes, Justin Bieber, you name it.

I sighed and sat up in my bed rubbing my eyes. Another day another dollar. Except I earn sterling pounds but whatever it doesn't sound the same, I tried. I pulled on some work and February appropriate clothes, brushing my teeth before making a sugary black coffee to take with me and grabbing some breakfast bars. I walked, cup in hand, down the already busy London streets to the nearest tube station and went down into the underground. Once on the tube with thousands of other commuters I plugged my headphones in the radio springing to life, the song I helped to write blaring out. I turned it off, tired of the tune.

Finally at my desk I exhaled exasperatedly at the post it note stuck on the screen of my computer. I peeled it off and waved it as I walked past my divisional manager, Chrissy, on my way to the boss' office. Maybe this would finally be some reward for my success? I smiled and waved at his secretary who was on the phone and she returned the gesture and signalled I could go in. I knocked and opened the misted glass door to see the jovial face of my boss, a slightly overweight man in his mid-forties his eyes permanently gleaming with greed.

"Y/N" he exclaimed, his voice thick and oozing out of him, "I have a job for you. Your recent success has brought this company even greater fame and achievement. Congratulations."

"Thank you sir," I replied graciously, a smile creeping on to my face at my recognised hard work.

"Our company has been presented with the marvellous opportunity to collaborate with a Korean agency, Big Hit Entertainment." He paused, looking at my sudden excitement with a raised eyebrow, "it seems you know of their work then." I nodded vigorously and pretended to be engaged for the rest of the meeting where he talked about how the project involved a 6 month trip out to South Korea in September to work with the agency and band and then how flights and living expenses were being paid for. About 20 minutes later I shook his clammy, chubby hands and left the office, grinning impossibly widely.

I whipped out my phone to text Izzy that I had some news to tell her at lunch before collapsing back behind my desk and earning a smile from Chrissy. Not a minute later, the guy sitting in the booth next to me, Zach, appeared by my desk. "I presume that you're coming to Korea too then?" I looked up at the smiley freckled strawberry blonde as he pushed his circular glasses up his nose, his head tilted at a slight angle. "You bet." I beamed.

I approached Izzy, the grin having not faltered from my lips since I heard the news. "Izzyyyyy!" I screeched, running the last few metres to her side and taking her hands in mine shaking her arms violently, "I'm going to Korea!"

She went silent and I froze, fearful that I had made a crucial mistake. She looked up at me tears brimming in her eyes and screamed "ME TOO!"

I exhaled so incredibly hard that I choked as she took her turn to jump around ecstatically. "You bitch" I snorted after recovering from my near death experience. "I'm so excited, Mr Clammy Hands said Big Hit right?!" She bubbled ignoring my insult, "you know that could mean..." she trailed off, locking eyes with me and looking serious all of a sudden, "BTS???"

I swallowed hard, that would be too perfect. "Possibly," I nodded slowly adjusting to the hopes I had had ever since the news was delivered, "but it is extremely unlikely," I admitted, bringing the truth down hard on the both of us. "I know," she smiled slightly, "but we can hope!" she grabbed my arm and pulled me off, babbling cheerfully about where we should eat, a smile unconsciously inched across my lips – I can hope.