Taeif~ A Taehyung Fanfic [INCOMPLETE]

2- A Friendly Collaboration

"My name,

It's Kim Namjoon, nice to meet you!" 

"Are you like, a composer or songwriter?" I asked him out of curiosity.

"Actually, I am in a band consisting of five members" He beamed at me. I blushed as I smiled back at him.

"That's so cool! Have you debuted?"

"Nope, not yet," He sighed, his dimple smile fading away as his face had a wisp of sadness. 

"You see, my songs have been rejected for nineteen times. I am trying hard to write a song for our debut. As our song is based on a hip-hop style, it is pretty hard to write songs based on it, since I don't know about Western culture.  It is so difficult, I work in a small company with little to no money, and I have to suffer from starvation. My family is counting on me, but I can't even do anything right. Hopefully, this song is approved, I worked on it for a month already."

I stayed silent. Who knew young artists like him had to struggle like this? Especially at a young age...

"What's your job?" He changed the subject.

"Oh, I work as a magazine writer, but I am also a part-time author. I got three books published till now, and well, they were a flop. So right now I am working as an editor and write blogs and stuff," I rambled on and on about my life, but surprisingly, Namjoon was keen on hearing my life story.

He is a quite an interesting person. I wish to know more about him...

We stayed silent for a while. 

"Wait, THIS IS IT!" Namjoon literally screamed, almost knocking me off the table while the waitress just stared at us.

"Oops, sorry, my bad!" He giggled, as the waitress raised her eyebrow and went back to washing the dishes.

"Anyways," He stared at me, his eyes gleaming. "We can help each other out here, can't we?"

"What do you mean-"

"Listen, you are an author, a struggling author. I am a struggling songwriter(and bandmate). So why don't you just help me with my song? In return, I will allow you to write about me and my bandmates, and you could create a super-hit novel with it!"

He eagerly stared at me. I felt my face go red. But his idea was good, and I got a lot of time in my hands, so I guess I could try doing that. Also, I love K-Pop songs and getting to know about a company and their trainee life seems...fascinating.

"I'm in!" I said without a second thought.

"So.... can we meet around like, every Friday?"

"Sounds fine!"

"Thank you so much, well then, I gotta get going. Bye!"

"Bye, thank you for everything!"

"No problem!" Namjoon smiled at me.

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I guess he was tall, handsome, mature, got a nice smile, write stuff... Well, he does fit my ideal type.

But god, I just ended up as a friend.

I mean, I shouldn't be that hopeful.

I gotta admit, if I try, I can look better. 

But I'm too lazy.

And my makeup is sloppy, and though I wish to be, feel, and live life looking pretty, my makeup skills is shit compared to most people.

I wish my life was something...more?

Better?

Guess I'll just wait for the happy yet temporary days ahead of me...