Track 07

Chapter Twenty-Two

You open the heavy door. "Can you please tell me, where we're going?" Lynn is grumpy. "You'll see it in literally two seconds." The two of you step into a really small hallway. You are confused. Namjoon told you to meet them here. While driving to the location, you guys were going further away from the city into the more industrial area of town. You've never been here. The address is a garage-looking hut, surrounded by a big parking lot. At the door is a sign saying: "Yoongis Palace." It sounds like a brothel. Who would name his recording studio like that? And where in god's name did Namjoon find this place?

Speaking of the devil, Namjoon greets you with a huge hug in the hallway:" Y/N! There you are. Oh! Who's this?" He's looking at Lynn, who is still looking around the room. You tug on her sleeve, and her attention shifts, from the strange looking room to the very good looking man in front of you. "Hi!" That's all she says. You are puzzled by her behavior. Usually she doesn't have any problems talking to strangers. "That's Lynn. She's my little sister." "Hi! Nice to meet you Lynn, I'm Namjoon. I'm the writer of the lyrics." Lynn turns her head into your direction:" What lyrics? Why are we in a recording studio? And who is this?" She asks. "That's Namjoon, he's already said his name. We make music together. No time to explain, we'll talk later."

Namjoon smiles at the cute interaction of you and your sister. "DIMPLES!" Someone screams. And it's not you, although it could've been. Before you know it, you sister is touching Namjoons face. She is bopping his dimples. Oh no! What have you done, bringing her here? You pull her away from him:" I'm so sorry Joon." You stop. You've never called him that before. His eyes widen:"Joon?" You laugh nervously:" Yeah, like Namjoon, Joon. I just thought of that. It's a cool nickname, don't you think?" You try to play cool. "I love it!" Namjoon and Lynn say at the same time. Okay. Creepy. Both laugh and you are utterly confused with the situation, but you try to move on: "Why are we here?"

"I found this place online on craigslist. It's a recording studio, and it's cheap. This guy named Yoongi owns it. We're supposed to meet him here in 5 minutes." The door opens racy and Jimin runs inside the small room.

There is only one black leather couch in this room, the walls are painted red and through a window you can see into the small studio. "Sorry I'm late." Jimin says breathlessly. "You're not. I mean you are, but I told you to be here half an hour before the actual meeting, so you'd be on time." Namjoon smiles jubilant at his smart idea. "Wow. I'm impressed." You say.

Jimin just looks like he got betrayed by his own brother. But there is no time for conflict, since another man enters the small room through the door.