sᴄᴀɴᴅᴀʟ | ᴍ.ʏɢ + ᴘ.ᴊᴍ

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"Did you know that Hangeul was developed in the 1400's?" Jimin asked, completely out of nowhere as I looked to him—confusion filling my face.

I stared at him for a moment, my mind filled with so many questions, yet nothing at all.

"What?" I asked, his shoulders than bounced with a gentle shrug.

"Taehyung-ssi told me." He paused to take a sip of his water. "Just thought I'd tell you."

'Ask me where I cared, if we're playing the "random question" game.'

The two of us were in my studio, working on the song while making small talk. Though, Jimin kept trying to 'get to know me' and it was uncomfortable to say the least.

It had been three weeks since he'd
appeared into my life like a fly on the wall.

We'd made the decision that I, the one and only would produce a song for Jimin to sing alone, versus us doing something together. Mostly because I couldn't really stand him and his love.

"I gotta go." He said while looking at his phone before getting up and stretching with a small grunt. "I'll see you tomorrow, same time?"

I hummed in reply; no words.

"You never really leave this studio, do you?"

I shook my head. "I do, but only when I'm forced."

He didn't say anything, but only left with a small chuckle.

I continued clicking and trying to come up with something, anything. Humming small melodies within my head in hopes, I'd find something to stick to.

Finally, something clicked and I rolled over to the piano.

Blank.

My mind went fucking blank.

"Fuck." I whispered, I had lost the melody I had strived so hard to come up with.

I continued to mentally curse, before I overheard yelling from the hall outside.

I then heard doors slamming, I ignored it.

I knew what it was, the Bangtan Boys and their shenanigans.

Like always.

Not that they ever did disturb me, but I could hear everything they did.

They were so goddamn loud.

I rolled back over to my computer and pulled up the camera monitor.

Sat against the wall with his knees to his chest was Jimin.

I watched as he buried his head beneath his arms.

My brows furrowed before I shrugged it off.

I then got back to trying to compose. As I paused from playing my piano, I couldn't help but hear choked sobs.

'Is he crying?' I thought before looking back at the camera monitor.

It had been ten minutes and he hadn't moved.

That soon turned to twenty, then thirty.

Then an hour, two, three.

I just continued to watch him through the screen.

It hadn't even occurred to me how long it'd really been, before I watched the other members of BTS exit their practice room.

Just to walk right past the crying mess on the floor.