I know I have updated a lot more frequently than usual. This weekend, I'm surprisingly completely free, so I figured, why not? This might be the last update until next week, and the odds of a day like this happening again is looking slim.
Requested by FlexingBTS
No matter the user, no matter the request, I will always do my best. (I swear I didn't meant to make that rhyme.)
Just a reminder to keep fighting, no matter the battle. If you fight, you will prevail. I'll always be here to believe in you.
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"Great job, Suga."
He exited the recording booth. He playfully punched my arm at his stage name. "Quit making fun of it."
"I still can't believe you took me seriously. It was a joke."
The dyed blond shrugged. "It stuck, and it works." He plopped down in the chair next to the large panel of dials and buttons. "So is that all for today? I'm tired."
"Today's schedule is finally complete."
He sighed in relief and relaxed into the chair.
"But tomorrow you're fully booked."
He threw his head back, letting out an over exaggerated groan. "Damn. Being famous is exhausting."
"But worth it. Now get home and get into bed. You need it for tomorrow. You start in the practice room with your instructor Hoseok."
"I hate choreography. I shouldn't need to dance." He got to his feet. "What about you?"
"I still have done things to finish up here."
"Are you planning to edit my song without my knowing?"
I chuckled. "Firstly, it's my song. Secondly, I'm cleaning your studio so it can be used properly. Now get."
"Wait, wasn't your date tonight?"
I smiled wider. "He was called in tonight. We had to reschedule." I know I should have been upset that I can't see my boyfriend, but just the thought of him made my face light up. "I'm planning to visit him at with later."
"Tell him I said hi. Bye, Joon." With that, he was gone.
Time to get to work.
Who thought it was a good idea to ace a recording booth and his studio in the same room? There was enough room, but that just meant more things pushed into one space. I started with organizing the hundreds of papers scattered across the desk. After I had made a single stack, two hands covered my eyes. "Guess who?"
I smiled. "Park Jimin, the famous singer?"
"Very funny." I turned around to be met with my boyfriend's heavenly face. "Surprise! I got off tonight."
I wrapped both arms around his waist. I couldn't pull him close enough. "That's great news, babe. You work too hard."
His cheeks deepened in color when I kissed his forehead. "I could say the same to you. So, are we still on for dinner?"
"I'm sorry. I thought you were working, so I offered to stay here and clean this up. I can't."
He frowned. "I never see you anymore. I miss you."
I ran a hand through his hair. "I miss you too. I'd spend every waking moment with you if I could."
He sighed, obviously disappointed. "Well, then I guess we'd better get busy."
