fast forward three weeks;
i finally got his name- jimin.
"cute," i thought.
i saw him everyday for three consecutive weeks and he never failed to impress me a little more, day by day. there was never actually a need for me to go back to the studio when he recorded, but i did so anyways. his voice was something else. it was high pitched, and yet it was calming and crisp, fresh and sweet. when the recording sessions had officially ended, it was time for my real work to begin- producing.
a week had gone by and i was almost ready to present the finished product to jimin.
i listened to the song, pressing my earphones over my ears and listening for any irregularities in the beat, and whether the EQ of the tracks were alright.
"hey, wanna get lunch?" a familiar voice rung out, forcing me to slide the headphones off my ears and onto my neck. i ruffle my hair, cracking my neck as i did so.
"oh, sure, but in a bit. im trying to get it completely done today."
"ah sure sure! i'll wait for you- actually can i have a listen?"
i grin, nodding my head as i passed him the headphones.
"hey- show me how this works," he said, pointing at the EQ control.
he put his left hand on my table, and his right around the back of my chair, bending down. i could feel my cheeks heat up as i felt his warm breath against my neck.
"um EQ stands f-for equaliser, so-so you adjust the points here, to control the frequency so the song sounds-" i turn my head to my left, realising that he hadnt been listening to me the whole time and that he had been staring at me.
our faces were now only a few inches away from each other, and the scent of vanilla laced the air.
"-sounds smooth." i continued, not turning my head away from him.
"you look nice today," he muttered, taking his eyes off mine and glancing at my lips.
in response, i lick my lips- "sorry what?''
"oops- did i stutter?" he asked sarcastically, raising his eyebrow and smirking.
"y'all im not even joking get your asses out the office we're going to- wHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING" sejun shouts, shielding his eyes.
sejun had just come from the recording studio, walking into my studio unawarely, peering up from his phone to catch as well-
"we were- we were talking," jimin says, standing upright and brushing invisible strands of hair or dust or whatever off his shoulders, avoiding looking at sejun in the eyes.
i snorted, bursting out into laughter. i clamp my mouth shut when i see sejun crossing his arms, squinting his eyes and glaring at me with beady little eyes.
this soon turns into a mini-staring-contest, and 09 seconds in, sejun breaks off eye contact, spinning around hurriedly and making his way towards the door. as he climbs the steps of the studio, he yells, "mAN YALL GAY AS FUCK GET A DAMN ROOM- ALL I- ALL I WANTED WERE LAMB SKEWERS, bUT NOW I WANT A BAE THANKS YALL, THANKS"
i chuckle, reverting back into my "cool, calm and collected" mode. i stand up from my chair and lean against the edge of my table, ruffling my hair again.
i reach out and grab the waist line of his jeans, forcing him to come closer to me. i grin, seeing his reaction; eyes widened, blushing furiously.
"so- where were we?"
