Is It Wrong? | Sope

Chapter 4

Hoseok POV

Biting my lip nervously, I step out of my car as I look up at the building. It's Monday already and I've only got a few minutes before I'm technically late for my meeting. Taking a deep breath, I walk up to the building and head inside.

"Hello, you must be Mr. Jhope, yes?" A lady at the front desk greets. Smiling, I nod my head.

"Perfect. Please, follow me right this way." She tells me kindly. Nodding once more, I follow her as she leads down a few different halls before finally stopping in front of a door.

"He'll be right inside. Just knock." She informs me before giving a small bow and walking away. Biting my lip once more, I stare at the door for a few moments, much too nervous to try and even think of moving. Though, eventually I manage to grow a pair and bring my hand up to knock on the door. I hear a faint voice call for me to come in, and I hesitantly enter. Immediately, I spot the man I'm meeting with sat at a long conference table that's placed in the middle of the bare room. The walls are white, the floor a carpeted black, and the table a beautiful dark brown.

"You must be the dancer." He comments, eyeing me up and down as I close the door behind me and take a seat across the table from him. I nod my head.

"Jhope, but my real name is Jung Hoseok." I greet with a smile. He hums softly, eyes finally meeting mine with a bored expression on his face.

"Agust D. I'm Min Yoongi." The blonde boy answers. I grin, nodding my head. Looking over the boy in front of me, he's even more beautiful in person than he is in the pictures. The blonde hair looks great on him, somehow complimenting his pale lips and dark brown eyes.

"I've looked into some of your works. You're extremely talented, Yoongi. I look forward to us working together." I tell him honestly, truly looking forward to our work. However, I'm a bit surprised when he simply rolls his eyes in response.

"I appreciate the compliments, Mr. Jung. But I'm afraid, I'm not as excited for us to be collaborating as you seem to be." Yoongi replies disinterestedly, tapping his fingers against the top of the table lightly. I frown at his words, not quite understanding.

"Why not?" I ask, not being able to hide my mild disappointment at his lack of excitement. He rolls his eye once more, sighing heavily.

"I don't dance, Mr. Jung. And I'm not a fan of having to edit my music just to enable someone else who doesn't even know how to rap, to rap with me." Yoongi explains, looking back up at me from his fingers that he'd been looking at.

"That's okay, though. You don't have to know how to dance in order to learn. Besides, it's not like I'm going to come up with the most intricate dance moves for you to learn. I'll make sure it's fun and nothing too difficult. And I promise I'll be working as hard as possible so that I'm as little work for you as possible." I tell him, trying to persuade him and reason with him. He scoffs quietly, shaking his head at me.

"Mr. Jung-"

"It's Hoseok, please." I cut him off with a small smile.

"Hoseok, it doesn't matter what the hell you agree to. I'm not one who likes working with other people. I don't like collaborating. I don't like having to modify my work for other people. Don't expect much of anything to come of this. We'll both get what we need out of this and that'll be it." Yoongi says coldly. My eyes widen, lips parting slightly in surprise. He still looks completely disinterested, not seeming to care at all how rude he's being.

"I- Of course, Yoongi. I completely understand. I was hoping we wouldn't have to be hating each other's guts throughout the work though. This could be a lot of fun, if you'll let it." I respond softly, not wanting to upset him any further. I have to be honest though, leading up to today, I've been really excited for this collaboration. I've been looking forward to it since I found out. Now? Hell, I'd much rather work with some of the less desirable clients that I have.

"I'll send you the music and lyrics. We'll meet up again tomorrow at noon to discuss how this is going to work." Yoongi informs me, leaning back in his chair as he crosses his arms over his chest. Sighing quietly to myself, I bite my lip and nod my head in response.

"If that's what you'd like, then I can make that work." I tell him softly. He gives me a small smile for the first time all morning, nodding his head.

My god, his smile is fucking beautiful.

"Good. I'll see you then. Make sure to have an idea for the dance by tomorrow."