Is It Wrong? | Sope

Chapter 1

Yoongi POV

Humming quietly to myself, I look down at my notebook again before glancing back up at the computer screen in front of me. Tapping my fingers lightly against the oak wood desk, I use the mouse and click a few different places to make some changes to the music for the new song I'm working on. I'm so close to having it done, and it's the last one that I need to finish up the album that I'm hoping to release soon. The cool thing will be that if I can get this finished in the next couple days, then I'll be ahead of schedule for once.

Jotting down a few more words onto my notebook, I continue humming to myself. Continuing my work as I have been for the last few hours, time continues passing on by as I lose myself on perfecting my work. Entirely content in my own little world in the studio, it's sadly interrupted by a knock on my door. Completely losing concentration and flow, I huff in annoyance as I turn towards the door and call for whoever it is to come in. Watching the person open the door, I'm surprised to see my manager walking in and closing the door behind him.

"What can I do for you, Sir?" I ask curiously, wanting to know what he's doing here.

"How's that title song of yours coming along, Min?" He asks, leaning back against the table opposite of me.

"It's going well. I'm close to having it finished. I should have it done within the next couple days." I answer, running a hand through my light faded blue hair. He nods in response.

"Good. That'll be perfect then." He says, seeming to think more so aloud to himself than really talking to me.

"Why do you say that?" I ask in confusion. He looks back up to me, with slightly widened eyes. They return to normal within seconds though, giving me a small smile.

"You'll be doing a new type of video from your past ones. I've already been contacting around and I've found the perfect dancer that you'll be collaborating with for the video." My manager informs me with a smile. My mouth drops, eyes widening a bit at his words. He wants me to what now?!

"Sir, with all due respect, is it seriously necessary that I collaborate with a dancer for this video? I mean, come on. That'll change the type of video I make entirely. It would change my image completely. I thought we were happy with what I've been producing. Why the hell are we changing it now? After two years of this no less." I question, not at all liking the idea of having to change the type of videos I do.

"Yes, Yoongi, it's necessary for you to collaborate with a dancer. I know you enough to know that you're not going to want to collaborate with your music and showcasing that you can dance and rap at the same time will help increase interest in your work. However, this dancer also needs to show a little extra talent that he can rap, so you'll need to help him out with that and work with him on that. Now, get to work so that you can finish up that song of yours. You'll be meeting with him at ten on Monday morning, so I want you to be ready. You need to keep an open mind with this, Yoongi. Be helpful, don't shut down and be a dick like you can be when your tweaked. Okay?" He tells me, standing up from having been leaning against the table.

Sighing with a frown, I lean back in my chair as I run a hand through my hair. He seriously wants this to happen, doesn't he?

"Yoongi, I'm serious. Don't shut down on me or the dancer over the fact that you have to collaborate. Keep an open mind and just give it a shot. I'll be checking up on the two of you occasionally as well, to make sure that everything's going smoothly." Manager Nim adds before leaving my studio again.

Groaning out in frustration once the door is shut behind him, I run both hands through my hair again. I honestly can't believe this. Not only did he just waltz in here so that he can tell me I have to do a collaboration, but he interrupted my concentration and flow for working on the song.

Closing my eyes and pinching the bridge of my nose, I take a deep breath and attempt to wrap my head around it all. Though, after five minutes of frustration, I give up on it and decide to just push it out of my head for the moment. Turning back to my work stuff, I sigh and reread the work I've got written down. I then play through the music once more before slowly feeling the creativity seeping back into me. Biting my lip, I begin to get back into my work.