Click Clack

29

One shot
Jennie as a producer.

Seoul, South Korea.
YG Entertainment.

Jennie blinked slowly, heading to the elevators across the lobby. The receptionist smiled and waved as usual, a quiet yawn worked its way through her lips and her eyelids fluttered in the slightest.

She walked past the practice room that she didn't become so familiar with, followed by the temporary area assigned to the makeup and outfit departments, then turned the corner nearest to the bathrooms to hit the studio space and employee lounge.

The door to her darkened studio opened and she tumbled in, blindly reaching about the wall next to the door for the light switch.

An almost innumerable amount of books, lined the walls in makeshift black shelves her bestfriend Jisoo had helped her hang up while several keyboards were positioned around the frame of the room, along with her two monitors and a flatscreen that hung up on the wall above her desk.

A few sticky notes hung on her monitors, one from Yang Hyunsuk, another from Bang sihyuk and the final one from Yoongi, the latter reminding her of their scheduled session to work on the pieces of recording they finished.

Jennie glanced at the time on her phone then back to the note. A soft groan escaped her lips. She didn't have time to run to the lounge to refill the coffee she'd drank on the way over to the building.

"God, it's too early," she rested her head in her hands and let out an unpleasant hum.

"Talking to yourself still, I see," a voice mocked from behind.

Jennie jumped, clutching a hand tightly to her chest as she whipped around in her chair, finding the culprit to be standing no more than a few feet from her just beyond the doorway.

He rolled his eyes at her reaction and kicked the door shut behind him. Yoongi shrugged off his bag and took a notebook and a pen out before pulling the only other chair she kept in the room besides the couch.

"Hi, Yoongi," she muttered, rolling her eyes. "Good morning to you too."

"Wild night?" he chuckled and bit on the end of his pen.

"You'd like me to say yes, wouldn't you?"

Yoongi bit back a smirk. "It sure would make you more of an interesting person."

"Thanks," she sarcastically drawled. "Now, the song? What song is it?"

"I emailed the individual tracks to you," he told her, motioning to her opened email box. "It should just say new instrumental or Trivia."

"Ah this," Jennie gnawed at her bottom lip and opened up the assumed email. "Isn't this a song from your album? Why are we messing with a song that doesn't need fixing?"

"I re-recorded it because I had put some changes for the arrangements," Yoongi explained. "Plus, I had to tweak a few things here and there that required your assistance — different parts, rap and singing, different pitches and ranges, and few tweaked lyrics."

"So what exactly are you wanting to do?" She downloaded the tracks onto her computer, then pulled up a separate page on her other monitor where they could use her software to mix it. "I mean, you have the same equipment and software, if not better, as me."

"I wanted a second opinion."

Yoongi had never openly or personally allowed Jennie to come into direct contact with his music in a way that would change even his most favorite parts of the song. Their work ethic was the same, they had similar jobs in terms of being producers, but the main difference was their experiences and their way of work and completion of projects.