BTS One Shots

Words of the Heart

Namjoon's P.O.V

I was sitting in my office, thinking of how I was going to spend my next four hours of free time. I hadn't had such a long break on a weekday before, so it was exciting, in a way. But all my friends were probably working, so I guess I had nothing to do except read. As I walked to my bookshelf, I heard a knock on my door.

"Come in," I said, and my secretary walks in, looking confused.

"Did you set up a meeting with a music producer?" She asked. "Her name is y/n,"

"No, I've never heard of her," I reply, confused.

"Well, she's waiting outside and she says she's Mr. Min Yoongi's friend."

"Yoongi?" I asked, confused, "Well, I'll call him and ask, just ask her to wait a little longer."

I dialed Yoongi's number and was greeted by his sleepy voice.

Honestly, do all music producers sleep all day?

"There is a woman outside my office telling me she's your friend. Explain."

"Didn't I tell you? You agreed to help her with a new song." He mumbles.

"New song? What are you talking about?" I ask, confused.

"Well, then I guess I forgot to tell you. She's a good friend of mine having trouble writing a song for one of our newest groups. She's writing a song similar to the one I wrote a couple of years back and asked me for advice. I told her you were the inspiration behind it and you helped me with the lyrics and she wanted to get an interview with you."

"Interview? I never agreed to this Min Yoongi."

"Come on Namjoon, help your older, wiser friend out."

"You're about as wise as a snail." I mumble, "So what should I do?"

"Give her an interview." He said flatly, and I groaned. "Hey, I've always helped you, fed you in high school, kept you away from drugs, and you can't even do this for me?"

"When did you get so dramatic?"

"Look, how about I buy you food in exchange?"

"You're bribing a multimillionaire with food?"

"How about I cook for you? Bet you haven't had a home cooked meal in a while."

"You should have joined the marketing industry," I mutter. "Fine, I'll talk to her. But the next time you make an appointment with me at the last minute I'm suing you."

"There are already a million fans suing me Kim Namjoon, you don't have to do it too." He laughed lazily and hangs up.

I can't believe he's making me do this.

I sigh again and ring my secretary.

"Let her in."

Y/n P.O.V

I walked into the office, nervous and excited at the same time. Kim Namjoon was the genius behind lyrics I'd idolized, and his autobiography was so deep it makes the Mariana Trench nervous.

Definitely don't write that down for the rap.

I knocked on his door, and I heard him ask me to come in. I entered quietly and saw him going through his laptop. His tall, buff build was enclosed in a full black suit, his dyed silver hair combed back neatly.  He closed his MacBook as I took a seat opposite to him.

"Sorry for the wait, Yoongi forgot to tell me you were coming." He said, rubbing the back of his neck

"He did? why am I not surprised." I groan, feeling guilty for disturbing him. I never should have trusted Min Yoongi. "I'm y/n by the way. I'm sorry to barge in like this, I thought you talked it over with Yoongi."