mixtape | yoongi

2.0 - oops?

if you don't like the way i write my stories and develop my plot then don't read it???

if you don't like the person i picked for face claim of a character then imagine someone else?? these 'she looks awful, why isn't the image softer, i don't like her style' shit is old lmao. I'M writing the story dude. i have a concept in mind. my character has a theme, a personality, an image, all carefully thought of in advance and i picked the claim. if you don't like it, IMAGINE SOMEONE ELSE. you don't need to flood the notifications with it. 

same goes for my plot build ups with the other characters and their affections for kiyoung. everything i write is F O R    A     R E A S O N. it has a place in my plot and serves to thicken it or some other underlying purpose i have yet to disclose.

i'm all for constructive criticism but constantly pointing out the same things when i have CLEARLY stated my point and the fact that i won't be changing anything is definitely something that grates on the nerves.

this is tiring. i hardly enjoy writing this story anymore lmfao.

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"holy fucking shit. you're her! you're nova!"

there was a long, tense pause right after yoongi uttered those words and i found myself frozen. nobody spoke. nobody moved. hell, i don't think anyone even breathed.

it felt like an eternity before i finally spoke.

"whaaaaat? nooo..... you're drunk yoongs.." i replied nervously, lifting a sweater covered hand to hide my face as i looked away.

i could feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment. how did i let myself do that? WHY did i let myself do that? am i an idiot? what the hell is wrong with me?

"no, i'm definitely not wrong about this." yoongi shook his head and pulled my hand gently away from my face before turning my face to look at him.

i avoided eye contact with him as i felt his thumb brush my cheek softly. i could feel my face heating up worse as i remembered that there were 6 other people in the room, all eyes trained on us.

"kiyoung. look at me." there was a certain firm tone in his voice that made me listen to him. i looked up and we made eye contact, and i felt myself get lost in his gaze in that moment.

"you're definitely nova. there's no mistaking that voice. why didn't you tell me?"

i took a shaky breath before explaining. 

"it was a secret..." i replied softly before clearing my throat and continuing, "my goal coming to korea is first and foremost to find a company to sign to for asian based activities."

i looked away again and found myself sitting back down in my chair at the kitchen island while everyone sat silently, waiting for me to continue. yoongi reached out his hand and found my own, intertwining our fingers silently, his thumb stroking the back of my hand as if he were coercing me to continue while reminding me that he was right there.

"i debuted almost six years ago, when i was sixteen. i haven't left the spotlight since then. asians aren't very front and center in the music industry in america, so imagine being this tiny sixteen year old who was trained since thirteen by a large corporation."

the boys nodded at my words, listening intently.

"that was me. nova, the new 'exotic' face of music in america. i made music in english first and foremost back then, i had to gain public approval before i could move on to music in other languages like i wanted to. sixteen and on the big screen, on all the magazines and tabloids."