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sixteen. home

"welp! it's just you and i!" jungkook exclaimed, giggling slightly. "i'll race you upstairs!!" he yelped in excitement, running down the hall and around the corner, flinging his arms around.

oh boy

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camila's pov

the flight of stairs seemed like it was never going to end. jungkook didn't even realize how far up we had gone, that we had to go back down mid way to find the right room. "i'm sorry, i haven't been here in a while.. i usually know how to get around places, but this mansion is like a castle! it's insane!" he spoke, scratching the back of his neck, his face just as confused as mine. i hate to admit it, but i like the way his nose scrunches when he doesn't know what to say or do. he also fiddles with his shirt when he tries to make conversation, something my mom does when she's thinking. it's quite adorable.

"so, camila.. are you excited to perform at the MAMA's?" his tone of voice suddenly burst into what a happy child would sound like if you gave them a lollipop, his eyes glistened as if the sun were revolving them at all times. he was kind of magical. like some kind of prince out of a fairytale.

"of course i am. well, more than excited actually. i just hope everyone there connects with me and my music." i spoke.

"why wouldn't they? you're unique to the music industry. no ones doing it like you."

i let out chuckle, wondering if he was joking or not. matter of fact, he was not. he was being serious.

"are you kidding? look at you, look at your group mates. if anything, you guys are doing what every artist wishes to do. you guys are connected to the people. it might be hard for you to believe, but no one is doing it like bts."

his face filled with seriousness turned into a smile filled with delight. "you think so?" he asked faintly.

"i know so."

i watched the boy slightly smile as he opened the door to a small room. he gestured me to come in, so i did. shutting the door behind him, he signaled me to the instruments that filled up the quiet room. a grand piano sat in one corner, guitars hung from the walls, along with big paintings of abstract work. any kind of instrument you could think of was in that room, instruments from wood winds to strings. beside that, stood a large recording studio that hid behind some equipment.

this without a doubt left me in awe.

"wow, are you trying to make me miss home?" i asked, admiring the black wooden piano. it was so shiny that you could probably see it from the moon.

jungkook let out a soft chuckle while shaking his head. he made his way towards the piano, sitting on the bench that laid in front. "you know what would make me feel more at home?" he asked.

i looked over at him with the same cutesy smile he had on his face, which was still visible even if he was looking down.

"what's that?" i asked.

"if you played me a song."

imagine that, little camila playing a song for one of the most influential people on this planet earth. he wasn't kidding either! his eyes stuck onto mine for a while, until i agreed to play. "fine, but you get to play for me after i'm done." i let out a small huff, making him smile uncontrollably. "we'll see about that." he said with a grin. i can tell he liked to mess with people. of course, not in a bad way, but in a way to make people feel like they have potential to do something, wether they'd like to or not.

"what would you like to hear me play?" i asked. he put on his thinking face, tapping his head with his pointer finger as if it would generate his thoughts. "you know, i really like you're song consequences.. how about you sing that?" there he goes again with his shimmery glowing eyes. at this point, i think he was born to charm people.

i gave the keys a small stroke before playing the song. at first, my hands shook and so did my voice, but he kept a smile, making me feel less nervous.

my fingers started to let go of tension and my heart stopped beating so roughly in my chest. weirdly, his presence allowed me to calm down, what didn't was his faint breathing that trickled down my shoulder as he got closer. his fingers slowly joined mine in sync to the melody of the song. he played out different notes that went so well with the music, the music i've doubted for so long, but the music that kept me looking forward to what blossomed my career, my passion, my life. getting to hear him not only play my song, but sing it with me, made me feel like i was on cloud nine and the gates to heaven were ready to burst open at any moment.

soon enough, the song ended and my heart felt a good kind of way. sort of warm and fuzzy, sort of heavy, yet fragile. my mind was only stuck on his voice and the way it harmonized with mine. how angelic it was to even hear it, how angelic it was to feel it.

"so when are you planning on singing with me?" he asked, cocking his head like a puppy.

"we just did."

"no no.. i-i meant, when would you like to come up with something, you know? i would really like to write something with you."

"you'd really do that?" i asked, hoping that my cheeks weren't already flushing pink.

"well, writing a song with you is one of the goals on my bucket list."

"ohhh really?" i teased. "you wouldn't prefer writing with someone like lady gaga or beyoncé?" i asked.

"i mean, i would love to, but it would be an honor to work with you. you're one of the few artists who really put thought into their lyrics."

"okay, fine. i will work with you, but you have to play me a song. plus, you promised."

"i didn't promise anything! besides, i'm not even that good. i'm sure my hyung would love to play with you." he groaned playfully, sounding like my little sister.

"please." i thought maybe puppy eyes and a cute little pout would work, but he didn't budge.

"fine, i'll play you a song, but only after we meet again."

"what do you mean?" i asked.

i watched his hand reach for a pen that laid on the piano, his cold hands took embrace of my arm, the warmth of the ink slowly sunk into my skin.

the words chopin - ballade no. 1 in g minor, op. 23 was messily engraved on my arm.

"this is a piece i've been learning for a couple of weeks now. i want you to learn this...and when we meet again i want to play it with you." his enthusiastic voice softened into a whisper.

"promise?" he asked.

"promise."