The Way We Speak Through Music

Chapter 19

"A library?"

"No"

"What about this store near your studio?"

"Hm... no"

"Then... a factory?"

"With those tiny hands? No"

"Yoongi, you're leaving me no choice"

"Too bad", I turned around and saw him cuddle with Holly on bed and look completely uninterested in what I have to say

"You're not really helping"

"I told you already, you don't need a job"

"So I'm supposed to just sit here and get stuff how exactly?"

"I'll buy you anything you need", my eyes rolled automatically when he said that for a millionth time today

"That's not how I want to live", he sent me a cold look and proceeded to ignore me. He's been like this ever since we kissed which is confusing because he was the one to initiate. It makes no sense, I tried to talk it out but he'd just look at me as if he's mad at my stupid question. I'm still not over it, his lips were too much for my mind to stay sane. I blushed thinking about it again, my dream came true, but did his?

Our conversation got heated, that's when he decided to go out for a walk. At times like these holding a violin is comforting... but I guess I need some fresh air too. I made sure to go the opposite way and cover my face so no one recognizes me. What was he thinking? What made him do it? Does that mean... he has a crush on me? What if he just used me? I imagined his eyes again, that look didn't lie, it wasn't evil or playful but innocent and fragile. Why is he mad now though? Why won't that raccoon talk to me? I chuckled when I put a picture of a raccoon next to Yoongi's in my head and... what would my life turn into without him? It would be boring, that's for sure. Perhaps my music would be different too, not necessarily in a sadder way because maybe I'd have met someone else. Ugh, I don't even want to think about that

"Oww", I rubbed my forehead after I somehow managed to bump into a wall

"Watch your step", walls can talk?

"Oh Taeyong... sorry, I was deep in my thoughts"

"Actually good thing you're here, I was just on my way to work"

"So?"

"So come with me"

"Your job offer is still up?"

"Yep", well that could be of good use

My jaw dropped at how fancy everything is. The reception, giant lift, long halls with carpets and stuff. Is this even the right place for someone like me?

"Sorry I'm late, someone interfered with my schedule", Taeyong smirked and brought me closer to him so I could see a group of people he is referring to

"Y/N, this is my favourite group of trainees, they're by far the-"

"Y/N!", I flinched when someone screamed my name and found myself in Yuta's embrace

"What are you doing here? Don't tell me you're also a trainee", he was about to answer when Taeyong pulled him by the ear and spoke in a calm voice, complete opposite of his actions

"As I was saying, this is NCT, I'm their leader and what this industry needs is a composer like you, Y/N"

"Woah, that's like... a big deal", he nodded even though I look like a shocked child right now, which I am