My Muse || Sope

-Two-

I make quite a lot of Twenty One Pilots references in this update and I am not ashamed at all.

The man I had seen in the dance studio the day prior stood in front of me. His face was glistening with sweat, and his gray sweater hung loosely off of his shoulders, exposing part of his collar bone. God, his skin is perfect. His lips are perfect. He is perfect. I had to hold myself back from biting my lip.

"I wasn't watching where I was walking either, so it's not a problem." The man had a beautiful voice, and the most beautiful smile I think I have ever seen. He reached a hand out to me. "I haven't seen you around before. The name is Jung Hoseok."

I gave a weak smile before shaking his hand. "Min Yoongi."

Hoseok hummed before taking a sip from the water bottle in his hands. "Are you new? What department are you from?" He started walking, and I followed, immediately noticing that we were headed toward the dance studios.

"This is my first week actually. I'm one of the music producers."

Hoseok's eyes went wide as he stopped walking to face me. "Wait, was that your track I heard playing in Bang PD's office?"

I nodded and Hoseok let out a soft whistle. "Damn, it was amazing. I could hear the emotion coming from your words and the beat and everything. You have real skill." He started walking again, and I walked alongside him.

I could feel the blush creeping up to my cheeks as I let a quiet giggle escape. It was a nervous habit of mine. "T-thank you."

Hoseok smiled before stopping outside of his usual studio. "Well, this is me. It was nice meeting you. I'll see you around?" He winked before entering the studio. I stood outside and watched him dance for a few minutes before Hoseok turned around and smiled at me, making my heart leap into my throat. The blush returned, and I decided to head to my office and get some work done before I embarrass myself further.

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I began to make it a habit of mine to walk by the dance studios whenever my mind needed a break. The man I had grown to enjoy watching had been there every day for the last two weeks. Never once had I seen his face since that day, but he still captivated me. His dance moves showed so much passion. I constantly would stand out in the hallway in the hopes that he would see me and talk to me again, but my luck has fallen short. I couldn't help but frown everytime I would reenter my studio after waiting around for half an hour or so. My hopes were consistently crushed.

•••••
I was one of the only people in the office on a Sunday afternoon. I couldn't help but feel relieved. Sundays are my worst days. I refer to it as my "suicide day." So, needless to say, I was glad to have a space to focus on my music without distractions. I had been crammed in my studio for a few hours now, working on a new track. I embraced the silence.

Sometimes, however, silence is violent.

I became overwhelmed with the migraine in my head, the voices whispering sweet-nothings into my ear canals. The devils on my shoulders awoke from their slumber and poked my skin with their pitchforks, making my body shake in an attempt to escape the touch. My skin was on fire and it burned with the desire to stop. To end it all. To put me out of this damn misery that I lived in. I wanted it to stop. My body and mind were screaming back and forth at each other, one pushing me through the quicksand while the other pushed me under, forcing me deeper and deeper until I couldn't breathe.

I began yanking at my hair while I screamed at the top of my lungs in pain and confusion. I knew that I didn't want my life to end, I only wanted the pain and suffering to leave me alone. My voice became hoarse from screaming, and my body became exhausted from fighting with itself, but that didn't stop my mind from continuing to spread thoughts throughout my brain.

I felt arms wrap around me suddenly, tight enough to have a presence but not too tight to feel suffocating. I continued to sob and feel like the weight of the world was crashing down on top of me.

"Shh, calm down." I could barely hear the voice of the person embracing me, but just the concerned tone calmed me down enough for my pulse to slow to a slower degree, relaxing my body as a response. I collapsed to the ground from exhaustion, the arms following me, readjusting our positions so my head was in their chest. My body matched their steady heart beat, gradually sending me back to a normal rhythm, slowing down my breathing so my sobs would dissipate.

The room was silent for a moment before I raised my head to see who had helped me. I smiled slightly when I saw the familiar face, dimples shining down on me.

"Thank you, Namjoon." My voice came out scratchy from the screaming.

"You shouldn't thank me." Namjoon smiled before clearing his throat. "Someone heard you and didn't know what to do so they called me. They said they only have seen you around, so they thought having a stranger help you would be weird."

My eyes twinkled. "Was it Hoseok?"

Namjoon pouted slightly while shaking his head. "No, his friend. Park Jimin."

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I was practicing singing something earlier and this one girl told me that I sounded good and i was like: