Track 07

Chapter Seven

"Hi! My name is.." "Jimin." You interrupt him. "Oh good! You remember my name. It's an honor to be here. Thank you so much!"

You can't say anything. You just stand there, looking at him with your mouth open. You're looking at the man you were so cocky to, just a couple of days ago and the man who kinda ruined your life in the last few days with his music.

"Can I come in?" He asks politely. Automatically you open the door a bit wider, so he can step inside. After 30 seconds of awkward silence, while Jimin is just looking around your hallway, you finally can get yourself together. "What are you doing here?" "Excuse me? Didn't we have an appointment?" You look even more confused now. Appointment? No one ever has had an appointment with you. Well maybe your dentist, but that's it. Why would Jimin have an appointment with you?

"You wrote me remember? Just yesterday. You said you wanted to talk about my music. How did you hear about me?" You just shake your head. This can't be happening. You wrote him? When? Were you this sleep deprived the last couple of days, that you don't even remember writing him? "Is this your office?" he asks while opening the door to your room. "Oh!" He sees the bed. "Aren't we at your office? Why should I come to your home?" He suddenly looks scared.

"But.. but.." His eyes grow wider and his brows furrow. "You don't want to take advantage of me?" he asks anxiously. If it's even possible, you look more confused than before. You don't understand one thing about this situation. "I'm sorry Jimin, but I didn't write to you." He looks shocked. "But you are Y/N, right?" "Yes, I am." "Then you wrote me an E-Mail a couple of days ago. Saying you wanted to talk about my music."

You mean, you would love to talk about his music... but not with him and alone in your room, to yourself in the mirror.

"Can we sit down? I walked all the way here, which took me an hour." You nod and open the door to your room once again.

You are totally overwhelmed with the whole situation. How does Jimin know your address and did you really sent that email? You don't even know where to start asking him questions. Luckily you don't have to, because Jimin is talking like you've never seen someone talk before.

"So I think it's best, if I start by introducing myself. My name is Park Jimin, you can call me Jimin of course. I'm currently 24 years old and I've been making music since I'm like 16 I guess. It started when I became the dance champion in my city. But somehow the music I danced to was lacking something. I wanted spice it up a bit. So I started to learn piano and guitar and started recording my songs. That's how after nearly 10 years I ended up with my CD. And can I just say, I am so happy that you reached out. I've been waiting for an agency to contact me for over 2 years now. I've been giving out CDs for forever. So If you'd like to have me, I would love to sign a contract with you."

Here you are, sitting across one of the most handsome men you've ever seen, who practically just told you his whole life story, after by the way, you really wanna see him dance now, and you absolutely don't know what to say. How do you even start? Do you lie? Do you tell him, you don't know who he is? But you can't do that,  you already said his name at the door. Damn it, so plan 'I'm sorry I have no clue who you are, please get out' is out the window.

"Jimin," you start, he looks at you with curious, big, beautiful eyes, "I'm not a producer. I've actually got no clue about music," 'a small lie doesn't hurt' "I've never heard your music, I didn't even know you made music" 'or maybe a big lie doesn't hurt either?' "and I think you got scammed." You observe him with sad eyes. You fear his reaction. What if he starts crying? He's been waiting for a contract for so long and his hopes while coming here, were probably pretty high.

"You're lying" he says in a neutral voice. How does he...? "You've listened to my music. It's right there on your laptop. You even opened garageband to do something with it. What is it?" He reaches out for your laptop, quicker than you can comprehend what's happening. He presses one button and his song starts playing, but not his original song, but the altered version you made of Track 03. With your horrible lyrics. This can't be happening. You nearly fall off your chair trying to get your laptop back. "Give it back!" is the only thing that comes to your mind, while Jimin is about to hear your embarrassing lyrics to his song, which you were definitely not allowed to change.

Jimin is strong. With one hand he holds the laptop into the air, with the other he pushes you away, really carefully though.

And then you actually start singing, and Jimin is actually hearing your voice coming from your laptop, singing to his song. You would do anything not to be you right now.