sᴄᴀɴᴅᴀʟ | ᴍ.ʏɢ + ᴘ.ᴊᴍ

Ⅱ

"Look, it's only for one song. It'll be good for press–"

"No." I replied for the fourth time. "I'm not collaborating with any of them."

"You have to realize, that since you shoved Jin against the wall a few days ago at Music Bank, people see you as a negative icon now."

I stayed silent for a few moments; pondering my next thoughts carefully.

I could feel my lips flat line at his comment. "Which one of them do I have to collaborate with?"

"Jimin."

Oh great, the quiet one. I mean, there was nothing wrong with him per say, but everyone else in that group had a quality—while he was just Jimin.

Jin was the sassy one, who found himself funny, and was annoyingly narcissistic.

J-Hope was the real funny one, and the mood maker of the group.

RM was the leader, and he somehow kept their misfit group together, through thick and thin.

V was the wild card. He did what he wanted, when he wanted to do it and he didn't take shit from anyone.

Jungkook was the muscle rat. He was the baby with the body.

And then, there was Jimin. He was kind of just there. I didn't see anything particularly special about him.

Maybe that's why he'd be better for me.

"Fine." I replied briskly before standing and exiting the board room, heading to my studio on the floor above and locking myself inside.

There was then a knock. I groaned and looked at the monitor for the camera situated outside the door.

The small screen showed the one and only Jimin, playing with his thumbs nervously; fidgeting.

I sighed before unlocking the door. "Come in." I grumbled before he cautiously entered and took a seat on one of the couches.

I rolled closer to the desk before turning and crossing my legs. "S-So, uh," He stammered, already annoying me. "RM-Hyung wrote me something for the–"

"Stop." I said, cutting him off. He looked taken back before running a hand through his hair, seemingly anxious.

A slight twinge of guilt began to build up in my stomach as I studied his body language.

"Sorry." I mumbled, he looked up. "I don't tend to work with people when it comes to music." I explained.

'What am I doing?'

He smiled, suddenly hopeful after witnessing the sad attempt of companionship "That's okay! I'm Jimin." He said cheerily, putting his hand out.

'I know who you are, dumbass.'

I looked at him confused before he nodded toward his hand, gesturing for me to take it—which I did in a state of confusion.

"What are you doing?" I asked bitterly as he omitted a small laugh.

"This is what friends do, Agust D-Hyung." He replied before shaking our hands then letting go. "Now then, let's get to work on the song." He hummed happily before I nodded and turned my chair to face the screen.

His optimism was making me sick.

"What do you wanna sing about?" I asked as he pulled up a stool next to me.

'Great, get closer why don't you?' I thought, my sarcastic responses aching to be released to the soft boy.

He'd probably cry.

"How about uh, trying to reach your dreams? But they're far?" He asked cautiously before I snickered. "What?"

"I'm sorry."

"Why?"

"Because it's stupid." I said, which made him look down into his hands. "You know, there is more than just your dreams in life."

It was silent for a moment. The only sound in the studio being the blasting AC unit.

"But without dreams, you have nothing to hold onto, there's nothing to reach for." He mumbled in response, still looking at his hands—now fidgeting.

"Is that what they taught you in idol training?" I asked, teasing him slightly. "That dreams are important?"

He didn't reply.

I turned back to face the monitor, a satisfactory smirk spread across my lips.

"I-"

"Not every song you're apart of is going to be about dreams. No, we're not doing that."

He then suddenly stood. "Jin-hyung was right, you are an asshole, Agust D."

I turned to him and stood. "Say that again."

"You, Agust D, are an asshole." He said lowly before I took a step closer to him, the distance between us mere inches apart.

He had fear displayed within his eyes but his stance showed otherwise. I then let out a dark chuckle. "You're right."

God, I was twisted for finding joy in his fear.

His demeanour suddenly changed, the regular, timid Jimin returning. "W-What?" I returned to my chair, turning to the computer in silence.

"You are completely correct." I said, continuing what I was working on. "I'm an asshole." The boy's jaw was to the floor.

After a few moments of feeling his gaze burn a hole through my back; I felt his presence to my left—back on the stool.

"B-But why?"

"Because I need to be."

"What? No–"

"Jimin. Yes." I stressed. "Trust me, I know myself better than anyone." I said with annoyance in my voice as I clicked around the screen.

"Maybe, that's because you haven't let anyone close enough to get to know you." He replied softly before standing. "See you tomorrow, Agust D-Hyung, I have group rehearsal."

Jimin then exited the studio and shut the door behind him.

I sat facing the screen. I felt bummed out.

I wasn't sure why, but maybe it was because of the fact that he was right.

Or because he proved me wrong, without even realizing it.

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