you are a mystery to all until a it happen your discovered and all because of that darn plant carl
hope nobody minds my writing style its more like a script :/
you ever get the feeling of pure dread due to stress ,and anxiety... no? Well I have it all the time, and its really getting in the way of me having fun. I'm y/n...the only female producer for BigHit, and it honestly a pretty great job. I produce things, write things, and do some back vocals that prob nobody will notice. I live normally, alone with my cat ,and goldfish. Every comeback is the hardest part of my job non stop writing nonstop producing and I simply ask for 3 things in return.. to be anonymous ..for a studio... and a cool name tag. I get these things ,and I'm fine with them. Most people in the BigHit building are completely oblivious of my existence, pd-nim/hitmanbang ,and the other producer know me, and respect my terms not telling anyone what I do. I usually write ,and produce for 2 boy groups but mainly one ,and its non other than the international phenomenon's BTS. I have never met them in my life ,and have never ever asked to. I'm in a different part of the building where we cant even cross paths ,and that's how I liked it. Recently pd-nim called me ,and said "hey you're producing in a closet i have a bigger studio open for you" and I decided to take the offer cant go wrong with a bigger studio right? I begun moving into my new studio. Its definitely closer to the boy groups not ideal but its very big studio lots of fun buttons ,and even a couch came in it ,and some random things the past owner must've left. Including a cool sweatshirt that's smells nice ,and looks cool, and vintage. I've taken these things and kept them safe. I consider them gifts from whatever person used to live in this studio . The main things are already in the studio pd-nim told me I need to add "my touch", so I found a plant conveniently at 8 o'clock at night ,and I'm going to go and put it there in my studio and hey! maybe get lost in some work ,make fake interviews with myself. Just be weird still need to fill the studio with my vibes. I take out my key card and open the door to the somewhat empty building people were getting off and leaving. I find night time to be the best time to be here because it so quiet its as if reality is altered I love that feel really tones down the pure dread. I'm wearing the hoodie I got from whoever the past owner is and some sweatpants. Definitely don't look like I belong here my hair in a messy bun strands falling out in my face I'm too lazy to brush them away I continuously blow them out of my face. Carrying my plant I enter a completely empty hallway where my studio is and I slide down the hall looking through the glass at the empty rooms. Another great thing about this studio other than the free sweatshirt is that its not as far as my old studio was away from the parking lot. So that means I don't have to walk down all of those agonizing stairs ,and the door of this studio even has a code I've made mine completely uncrackable ...0000 genius but its usually not locked, so code is kinda in vain. The smell of the studio hits me smells nice like expensive cologne. With a big grin spread across my face, I place the plant down in the corner of the room ,and back away to look at it.
y/n: nice plant y/n
I move to the opposite side of where I was standing
y/n: thanks y/n
I flop in the spiny chair in front of all the gadgets on the desk and spin a few times before finally pulling myself to the desk and adjusting my position in the seat and wiggling a bit the trying to make myself comfortable in my new seat finally with a sigh I attempt to turn on the computer in front of me I hear a strange noise in the hall but decide to ignore it since I was to lazy to get up. I flinch as I hear the beep of the keypad outside I dig in my pocket and take out my pepper spray there's no way they could get in with my unbreakable code-
beeeep~
the door opens and I immediately aim my pepper spray at the person they aim the flashlight of their phone at my blinding me I rub my eyes and my eyes finally adjust of the figure in front of me
???: who are you?
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My mouth drops and my pepper spray slips out of my hands.
Yoongi: you're not supposed to be here ...
oh no this looks bad
Yoongi: is that my sweat shirt?
I panic ,and begin to hyperventilate.
Yoongi: should I call security or can you escort yourself out?
