Bang PD nim decided to give Yoongi and Jimin project where they both had to work with a singer- you.
You knew how to sing but damn you didn't expect to be chosen. People loved your covers - both English and Korean. They called you a global phenomenon. Maybe that's why you were picked.
"Okay, let's start" Yoongi gave you a thumbs up. "So, I and Jimin wrote this song about love through songs. They were both falling in love throughout the process of making the song"
"Sounds great" You chined. "When will I and Jimin start?"
"You won't" Yoongi shakes his head. "Unfortunately, Jimin has a sore throat and we have to able to make this recording by tomorrow as the schedule says so"
"But who I'm going to sing with?" You furrowed your eyebrows.
"Jungkook"
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You propped the mic until it was in the perfect angle in front of your lips. You were alone in the cold room but you can see both Jimin and Yoongi discussing through the window. You tried singing quietly, rehearsing before Jungkook came, making sure you were absolutely sure.
You were nervous, as always before every recording. It was your singing they will judge, how you execute it, how good you'll be or something. It just bothered you how-
"Sorry, I'm late"
Your eyes caught him entering the room. He was in a white baggy shirt and sweatpants, hair wet from probably showering, his perfume very strong.
Yoongi gave him a playful glare probably for being too late but smiled afterwards through the window.
"How about you guys get to know each other first then we begin, hm?" He said through the speaker.
Jungkook extended a hand as I watched his eyes gleam friendlily, "Jungkook"
You didn't know why but it took you a while to extend your own and take his, "Y/N"
It seemed like he found the wrong impression when he dragged his hand back after the awkward hand shake and chuckled nervously, "I just got out of the showers"
You shook your head quickly, "I know! Don't worry!"
Jungkook's eyes grew wide over what you said and started speaking before you stopped him, "I mean I know you're from the shower and not from somewhere else"
His eyes grew even wider and you felt heat rush to your cheeks. "I mean I know it wasn't sweat because if it was you would be smelly... like boys smelly when their hair are drenched in sweat and they smell like a rat or something"
Your blabbering stopped when you catch the boy getting a little bit uncomfortable, "and I should probably stop"
You bit your lip hard and closed your eyes, afraid of seeing the handsome older boy's reaction to everything you said about boys, sweat and the smell of a rat.
"We can hear you, you know"
You finally opened your eyes when you see Jimin leaning against the mic to say that through the speaker, their faces were too much to read in a split second.
The music started playing and both of you looked over Yoongi who mouthed, 'rehearse'.
The song was quite chill and was easy to memorise and understand, you grew fond of it. But something was off and you knew, you were nervous.
Your breathing hitched and jaw tightened. It wasn't right. You can't sing like this.
But before you could do anything, you felt hot lips breathing a few subtle words to you, "You got this"
You looked over to see Jungkook returning back to position his mic. Your lips were sealed. As if Jungkook could read your mind, he takes your hand without the slightest of hesitation and sang.
Your eyes widened but you seemed like you lost yourself. You couldn't let go of his hand nor sing, you just watched as he began singing the verse smoothly and perfectly. When the verse ended, it was your turn. You wanted to do something than sing, your mind wandered everywhere. But before you could do anything, his grip tightened. You looked over him once more, seeing him showing a reassuring smile.
Your moth gaped and sang, trying to keep in beat, knowing full well that there were 3 pairs of eyes watching you. But nothing mattered more than the guy who watched filled with awe with this hand on yours.
The song finished smoothly so you did the final recording. It went well.
Your hand didn't let go as his didn't either.
Unfortunately, their manager called right after the recording that called all of the boys. Jungkook let go of his hand with a sad smile, you returned the smile but he walked out the door with the boys without looking back.
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It's been a month or so since the song has been released as the 4th song in their album. It became quite a success. You were asked for in interviews, red carpets, photoshoots, etc. ARMYs loved you.
The song topped 1 Globally and 2 in Korea. You were happy with your achievements.
BTS never failed to mention and acknowledge you in TV shows and whenever they were on camera. They thanked you for bringing their song top again (as if they couldn't pull it off on their own).
You slumped on your couch as you watched Namjoon speak for the boys in their interview, Jungkook sitting right beside him. He looked hot in a tux with his hair pulled back and apparently not wet or sweaty.
"That doesn't have subtitles"
"I don't need it" You said as the boy chuckled from the kitchen.
"Boastful"
"At least I have something to boast"
The boy chuckled as a response which made you smile.
"Don't you want to do your hair like that?"
The boy approached where you sat and stared at the TV.
"Like Namjoon?"
"NO" You laughed and he plot daw the spot beside you on the sofa, taking a handful of your popcorn and dragging the dog's butt to his lap so he could pet it as well as he sleeps. "Like that, pulled back"
"AGAIN?" He chuckled annoyingly and smiled at you. "Don't you like my always wet and messy hair when I'm with you?"
"Kook" You smiled back and pointed at his own hair from days ago. "That hair dye is good, style is good ' hot"
"I can be hot... when wet"
You laughed over what he said as he began chanting the words "aniya aniya aniya"
"I mean, my hair is hot even when it's wet"
You still stared at him, eyes half-closed from laughing so hard. His cheeks grew red and lips sealed. You instantly remember when you guys first met. Your lips sealed and cheeks blushing.
You take his hands to yours and lean on his shoulder. "I know it is"
You guys stayed quiet but very comfortable. It was a mix of intimacy and warmth, chill but meaningful. Like the song that brought you two together, it was smooth that was a month old but felt longer as it breathes.
