Aesthetic [Kim Seokjin]

👑 14 👑

14. In which we wrote lyrics

Yoonji

I was typing away on my laptop when a knock came on my open door. I looked up to see an awkward looking Namjoon with a notebook in hand.

"Noona can you help me with something?" He asked me shyly and I grinned. I scooted over and asked him to sit beside me.

"Are you busy?" He asked me as he sat, looking at my open youtube tab, playing Kitchen Nightmares.

"Oh nah. Just doing some work." I quickly exited it and opened a document file. Namjoon laughed at me and I awkwardly laughed along.

"What is it that you need help with?" I asked him. He handed me his notebook filled with scratched out words and scribbles.

"I was writing some lyrics but it doesn't just make any sense." Namjoon scratched his head and I nodded in understanding.

"So you need my help where exactly?"

"Just tell me if what I write sounds good please?" He pleaded and I nodded.

"You can continue watching. I can just give it to you when I finish." With that, he worked silently beside me while I'm watching Kitchen Nightmares.

I feels like helping your brother with his homework. I smiled at the thought.

"Noona I'm done." He handed me the notebook.

"Hey these are great. What is it about?" I complimented it and asked out of curiosity.

"It's the legend of the smeraldo flower-" I cut him off there.

"What's that?"

"It doesn't really exist noona. Here is the story. So this man, he's alone and hiding in an old castle because he's ugly. People were really cruel to him because of his looks so he hid in his castle. The only thing that brings him happiness is planting flowers in his garden." He paused to look at me and see if I was listening and I nodded at him encouragingly.

"One day, a woman jumped over the fence stole some flowers. The man got mad but couldn't confront the woman because of his looks so he watched the woman steal a flower every night. He was curious about the woman so he started waiting for her. His day seemed a little brighter after seeing her."

"He's falling in love?" I asked and Namjoon nodded. 'Oh shit' I mouthed.

"Then one night, he followed her. He found out that she was stealing her flowers to make a living out of them. See, the woman was poor and the man wanted to help but he was afraid that she'd be terrified of how he looks. So he let her steal his flowers.

The man decided to make a flower that doesn't exist anywhere in this planet. He attempted many times and failed, but he finally succeeded and filled his whole garden with it. He waited, but she never came. Then he found out she died because of poverty." Namjoon finished the story and I am speechless.

"That's really dark Kim Namjoon." I looked back at the lyrics and back at him. He was nodding in agreement.

"So you want this to be less dark?" He nodded eagerly. I sighed.

"How about we simplify the origin story first but keep the important parts? Do some simple math here okay?"

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We started working on the lyrics of the song Namjoon was writing, with a little help from me of course and by lunch, we're almost halfway done the draft.