princess complex ♡ myg

001

Bopping his head along to the tune, he paused the piece of music he was in the middle of producing and tweaked the melody of that certain part of the song. Replaying it to listen what it sounded like. Better, though there is still room for improvement-

He looked at the time on the corner of the computer screen, reading that he had been in the studio for half an hour longer than intended. He's probably going to be late to class; it's history and he sucks ass at it so it's fine, but you're is in that class, too - that's always a bonus.

Automatically, he stretched and arched his back against the chair along with a big yawn. Dance practice last night went on longer than expected so he only got a few hours of sleep.

Picking up his phone, he scrolled through some notifications and saw you had replied about 15 minutes ago. He smiled. Swiping onto the notification and unlocking his phone, he read your message:

Y/Nie

the idea of being able to produce music kinda intrigues me. What type of music genre do you make??

Typing...

Sugadaddi

hip hop & rap mostly, though i'm struggling to come up with a stage name.. got any suggestions?

Y/Nie

hmm... how did you first get inspiration to do rapping??

Sugadaddi

i used to be in this underground rapping group called D-TOWN or T-D for short

Y/Nie

... how about Agust d, then?

Sugadaddi

whats that supposed to mean?

Y/Nie

Agust D is Suga reversed and obviously D-T added on the end,, for D Town

Sugadaddi

hmm.. i'll think about it. Thanks for the suggestion :))

Y/nie

no problemo. I gotta go to my next class now - history ugh - wish me luck!!

Sugadaddi

rip, that subject is the death of me. have fun - not lmao. bye

Y/nie

why do you hurt me so? ;-;

He chuckled.

Turning his phone off once more and sighing melodramatically, he threw on his jumper, took off his makeup and gathered his shit for the rest of the day. Not forgetting to log out of the computer, turn the light off and shut the door before leaving the building and rushing to class.

It didn't take long for him to become short of breath with the amount of running across campusheI had to do just to reach the right building. You'd think that with being a trainee for a k-pop boy band would make exercising more easier.

Scurrying up the stairs to the front doors of the History Department, he grabbed onto the door handle and tugged the heavyweight open, the skin of his hand stretching.

As he walked through the door, an out-of-breath voice called from behind,"Wait! Hold the door!"

Automatically, he submited. He could hear Jin's voice in his head lecturing him on not being such a pushover. Seriously, that guy has the balls to talk back to BigHit to get what he wants.