"I'm just saying."
"No, you're not saying. You're telling."
"Yoongi-"
"No, Namjoon." The man sitting opposite of me ran his hands through his black hair. "I came to you for advice and I'm beginning to regret it. Don't let me."
I just smiled. "You know I'm kidding." I leaned heavily forward on the table, staring him in the eye. "I say screw your parents and do it."
He was obviously hesitant. "Really? You don't think I'm just way over my head?"
"I think you should go after your dream."
He thought it over, biting his lip. "Yeah. You're right. I'm going to that audition. No matter what my parents say." He leaned back in his seat, a smug and satisfied smile on his face. "Thanks, Namjoon."
"Anything for my best friend." I sighed. "So, which song are you going to do?"
His smile disappeared. "Oh shit."
Before I could laugh, a waiter arrived at our table. "Hi. I'm Seokjin and I'll be taking care of you tonight. Are you two ready to order?"
"Yeah. I'll have-uh..."
Can I have you?
My eyes met his, and I was in a whole other world. Is he a waiter or a model? His hair and face were as close to perfect as a person can get. He wore a simple uniform: black pants and black shirt with a white apron around his waist. And yet, he looked amazing. He smiled at me, and I lost every word in my vocabulary.
"Sir, are you alright?"
"Namjoon."
I blinked. "Oh! Sorry, um..." I eventually found enough words to order. I stared at him as he wrote down Yoongi's order on the small notepad he held. "Alright, I'll be right out with that."
"Thanks," Yoongi said for me. "Hey, dude, what the hell was that?"
"What?"
He raised an eyebrow, amusement sparkling in his gaze. " 'What?' This is 'what'." He let his tongue fall out of his mouth and stared forward, unblinking.
"Shut up. So I found him sort of attractive. No big deal."
"It is when you drool over them."
I consciously wiped my mouth. "I wasn't drooling."
"Just keep telling yourself that."
I hoped my face wouldn't be red. I quickly changed the subject before he could say another word about it. "So, your song."
"Right. Well, obviously I'm going to rap. But which one am I best at?"
"How should I know?"
He chewed on his thumbnail. His eyes suddenly lit up. "Let me use your song!"
I was taken back. "What? Which one?"
"Cypher."
My eyes widened. "Yoongi, you know how I feel about that series."
"I know, but hear me out: if I use one of your Cyphers and become famous, I could make you famous too. You can finally become a rapper. And not just one underground. You won't be Runch Randa anymore. You'll be, um, I don't know...Rap Monster."
I rolled my eyes. "Do you realize how crazy you sound? And Rap Monster? Really? That's the best you could come up with?"
"It's the first thing that popped into my head!"
