Meet Me At Genius Lab (Yoongi X Reader)

Chapter 11: A Change

Chapter 11: A Change

The following days dashed by in a flurry of excitement, my hours long but more fun than I had had since... well, ever. Working with the boys didn't feel like a job and they were genuinely so kind, hilarious and caring. Spending time with them didn't make the buzz of the fact that they were BTS wear off but it certainly made them more human.

We were called into a meeting with the members who I still used formalities with and our managers. "Today we are pairing you all up for experience purposes and getting to know each other." Bang Si Hyuk stated. "We have picked these pairs based on your abilities and skills."

That immediately eliminated J-Hope, Jimin, Jin, Jungkook and Tae; I couldn't dance or sing for shit. RM or Yoongi. I swallowed, my mouth already dry at the prospect of having to spend lots of time alone with Suga, oh god. My eyes flickered to Izzy... I wonder who she would be partnered with seeing as she was the only graphic designer who made the elite team. Then I remembered that Kookie could draw really well just as David began reading...

"Izzy and Jungkook, you two are together as you share incredible artistic abilities" They smiled at each other, Izzy looking minutely disappointed as she likely wanted to be with Jimin the thirsty ho.

David continued through the list, pairing choreographers with Jimin and Hoseok, Mia the music video scripter with Jin and a cameraman with V.

"Jessica," David stated, "you will be working with Suga," my shoulders collapsed in relief but I also felt a cold jealousy and disappointment settle over me, he was my inspiration and Jessica got to work with him... "and therefore Y/N with RM."

Everyone made their way across the room to join their partner. A moment later I felt two large hands placed on my drooping shoulders and looked up to Namjoon standing over me, a closed warm smile tugging out his dimples.

I returned his smile briefly and couldn't shake the loitering presence of his hands as they drummed a pattern out on my blouse. He stopped suddenly and chuckled, the vibrations travelling down his arms; again I looked up at him and followed his line of vision to the oldest hyung who was silently cracking up too as he stood with his Brightest Star counterpart.

The meeting ended promptly afterwards. Namjoon towered over me as he spoke in English, "Shall we go to the Mon studio?"

I smiled, "That would be so cool" I spoke back in Korean, which had noticeably improved in the short time I had been here. He ruffled my hair affectionately before leading the way out of the room, pausing at the doorframe to wave to Jin. Cute.

Once in the Mon studio, RM showed me around all the equipment and nearly broke one of his aesthetic collectable figures. We sat at his desk and talked about music production and writing lyrics until his phone sounded. He pulled it out of his deep pocketed loose fit black trousers and I caught a glimpse of his lock screen... was that Jin-oppa?

I wanted to tease him about it so badly but I wasn't his friend, I wasn't BTS' friend, I was their lyricist. This was a working environment and I should remain professional. Namjoon made that incredibly hard as he stood up, "Want to go get lunch?"

I nodded and we walked down to the common room where the rest of BTS and the Brightest Star elites were. Jungkook moved up so I could sit next to Izzy who was gazing dreamily at Jimin across the table. I coughed to get her attention but it didn't do shit so I gave up and leant back in my chair eating my lunch in silence surrounded by a crowd.

I excused myself, although no one was listening, to go to the bathroom. I locked myself in a cubicle and pulled out my phone and headphones from my bag; sitting on the lid of the toilet, I listened to the band I had eaten my lunch with. I shut my eyes and let the music consume me, all my worries dissipating.

Calm again, I unplugged myself and flushed the toilet to pretend I hadn't just been hiding in the toilets for 15 minutes. I unlocked the door to come face to face with Jessica.

"Hi Jess," I stated, making my way to the sinks to wash my hands, keeping up the façade of going to the toilet.

"Y/N sweetie," she stated, "I just thought that you should know that Joonie was complaining about you after you left, something about you being egotistical and snobbish..." she paused, looking sadly at me;

"The rest of BTS agreed; they hate you..."

"Oh."

The peace I had tried so hard to achieve shattered; my chest ached like her words had just torn into my flesh, viciously clawing out my heart like an Aztec ritual. My vision blurred. With tears? Pain? How had I managed it after 3 fucking days? Maybe talking about other artists I had collaborated with was a mistake... I didn't mean for him to take it like that... I felt my breaths grow shallower and the world lurch as I thanked Jessica and left the bathroom.

I needed to talk to David.

I saw him over the far side of the common room sipping a beverage with BTS' managers; hopefully they weren't in a meeting... The only problem was that I had to walk past the members to get to him. I inhaled as deeply as I could and tilted my head to the floor before walking as fast as I could across the room.

"Y/N!" I heard Izzy exclaim but I didn't stop which felt awful but she was with BTS and I would tell her later, right now I needed to speak to David.

I reached their table which grew quiet as I approached flushed and with all my supressed tears welling in my eyes; "Sir could I talk to you in private please?"

He looked at me questioningly, "No. Say what you have to say here."

My eyes grew wider as I looked up from the ground to meet his stare which bore signs of fury. I had clearly interrupted something. "I was hoping I could be removed from the elite team and work with the lyricist team again," I stumbled through my words quickly.

"What is the reason for this, you have had no issue the past 3 days working with them" I gulped, thinking on the spot for an excuse.

"I feel out of my depth and incapable to produce good enough work," I bowed my head in shame and pain, it wasn't BTS' fault they hated me... It wasn't their fault that I was such an awful and unworthy person. It was mine. The tears brewed further in my eyes and threatened to spill down my red cheeks when David's voice greeted me.

"Fair enough. It's your decision, but know this is irreversible, you will be replaced and unable to take up this role again." I nodded my head pounding; I swear I have never felt more sickened by myself. I was dismissed and made my way slowly back across the room, numb from the fate I handed myself. I looked up to see Izzy walking towards me, BTS in tow. Fuck. I can't do this.