I can't take my eyes off of the man in front of me. I can't see his face as his back is to me, but my God I can already tell that he is gorgeous. I have to remember to thank the person who designed the building for putting glass windows between the dance studio and the hallway. The man was blasting hip hop music through the speakers as he was practicing some popping dance moves. He had another man next to him, this one a couple of inches shorter. The shorter male's style was a lot smoother than the other's.
"Yoongi! What are you doing?" The deep voice snuck up behind me, causing me to jump slightly at the sudden noise.
"N-nothing, Joon. Just taking a break." I work at a fine arts company as a music producer. The company hires professional musicians, dancers, and artists, and they each had their own sector of the building. I had started to explore the office I've only worked for for about a week now when I found the dance studios, and then the stranger on the other side of the glass. He was flawless.
Namjoon chuckled before wrapping an arm around my shoulder. He had a cup of coffee in his hand, which seems to be the norm throughout the offices. "Well, Bang PD needs that track by tonight, so you might want to stop staring at the dancers and get to work on that."
I nodded, a light pink to my pale cheeks, before waving goodbye to Namjoon, entering my small studio. I sighed as I sat down on the chair, running my fingers through my black locks in frustration. The deadline Bang PD had given me was insane. Only having a day to write and produce an entire song? That's impossible, especially when I am such a perfectionist. I picked up my pen before continuing on with the lyrics. The good thing about this project is that Bang PD wants me to show my true potential as a rapper and a producer. That meant that I could write about anything I want. Of course, I chose something personal. Personal music means so much more than that stupid shit you hear on the radio about sexy girls and drugs.
I read over the previously written lyrics on the page:
On the other side of the famous idol rapper
Stands my weak self, it's quite dangerous
Depression, OCD, they keep coming back again from time to time
Hell no perhaps that might be my true self
Damn huh feeling estranged in reality
The conflict with ideal, my head hurts
Around the age of 18, socio-phobia developed in me
Right, that was when my mind was gradually polluted.
I ran my fingers frustratingly through my black locks before banging my head on the desk a few times. "Only six hours left to finish this song and the background track. I'm so screwed."
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Fanfiction"You're my muse. My inspiration." Yoongi is a music producer at a company that hires people in various fine arts fields. One day, he finds a male dancer whom he can't get out of his mind. MATURE CONTENT: This story will include: •Strong language •T...
