#bts jungkook imagine
다른 멤버들한테 말하지 말고 샅이 일하는 게 제일 좋아요. Don’t tell the other members, but you’re my favorite to work with.
Description: [REQUEST: Hey I have I request for a jungkook imagine. Y/n is a new music producer for bts and after finishing up the next album the have a party or smth to celebrate in which she gets a lil’ tipsy and confesses to Kookie that she likes him and obviously he thinks she’s really cool likes here back] Hope you enjoy it! (P.S. to the person who requested this: for some reason your message disappeared soon after you requested this so I didn’t get to write down your url which also meant I couldn’t message you to say it was finished, sorry!)
Warnings: Swearing
Genre: Fluff, idol!Jungkook x music producer!fem-reader
Word Count: 2.5k
The release party was something new Big Hit was trying. Something about truly celebrating their artists’ every release. Which I didn’t mind because it gave me an excuse to take a break from the computer screens and the incessant rhythms and melodies running through my mind. But it mean that I couldn’t be in my usual sweatpants and hoodie. No, I had to be dressed up in a nice little outfit with my hair and make up done cause there was of course cameras.
“Would you stop fussing with that?” Aimee swatted my hand away from the bottom of my skirt. “You look divine.”
“I feel like an exposed wire.” I mumbled, cupping my drink with both hands to keep them away from my dress.
“A hot exposed wire.” She laughed and I gave her a weak smile. Aimee sighs and puts an arm around my shoulders, “Look, you look really good and you did a really good job on the album so will you knock that drink back and say a really big fuck it?” She looked at me and I knew she was right.
I raised my cup and tapped it against hers, “To a really big fuck it.” I toasted before we both take a big gulp. The sudden assault of alcohol against my throat sent a shiver down my spine but as the shiver passed through, my body began to loosen up slightly.
Before long, I was on my third drink of the night, had a warm buzz running through my body, and no longer cared about how my dress looked on me.
“I mean you would think that they would at least come over and say hello.” Aimee stated while looking around the room, “You worked on literally every song on this album and they haven’t even stopped by to say thank you or shit.” She crossed her arms over her chest in disbelief.
“I texted them earlier today.” I told her, trying to calm her but she’s had a couple more drinks than I have.
Aimee puckered her lips, “Tsk. They should still show their faces to you.”
I chuckled and looked down at my half empty cup. Raising it up to my lips, the 7 boys I had worked with for months saunter up to the table.
“Speak of the devil.” I whispered to Aimee who whipped around. I thought she was going to glare at them and scold them for not coming sooner but instead she was all giggles and smiles.
“There you guys are!” She exclaimed and gave Hobi a small hug, “I was wondering when you guys were going to show up.” They gathered around the table and Jungkook ends up standing next to me. Which right then, wasn’t an issue, but if I was sober, you bet my heart rate would’ve sped up so fast.
“Well, you guys gotta stop being so hard to find.” Jin joked, gesturing at us for emphasis.
I raised my cup, “My fault.” I admitted, “Used to the dark corners and basements.”
“You know,” Jimin said, “I was half expecting you to show up in your sweats.”
“I wanted to.” I told him, “But apparently the boss man wanted me to feel like an exposed wire.”
“Hot exposed wire.” Aimee pushes my shoulder and I stumbled into Jungkook.
His reflexes acted quickly and he caught me by the shoulders before gravity could take over.
“You good?” Jungkook asked, trying to keep his laughter at bay.
The boys have seen me drink before but I don’t they’ve ever seen me tipsy or drunk before.
I corrected myself and nodded a little too enthusiastically. “I’m good.”
Jungkook nodded, “Well, you look good for an exposed wire.” He said with a smile.
I smiled back and let the smile close my eyes, “Thank you.” I said before taking another sip from my cup.
“You boys did great on the new album.” Aimee complimented them and the boys smiled proudly.
“You guys did amazing work too.” Namjoon returned the compliment.
I shook my head, “All I did was get these persistent rhythms and melodies out of my head. You guys brought them to life.”
“We wouldn’t have had anything to bring to life if it weren’t for you.” Taehyung pointed out.
“Where did you even come up with ‘Back to Me’?” Jungkook asked, looking towards me while leaning on the table.
I thought back to my inspiration for their title track and nearly bursted into laughter. “You won’t believe me.”
“Try us.” Jimin encouraged me on and Jungkook’s eyes said the same thing.
“I was waiting to cross a busy intersection and I dropped my ice cream cone. Then it just formed in my mind.” I said with laughter.
The others laughed along but Jungkook didn’t laugh as hard as the others. When I looked over at him, I swore I saw him looking at me in adoration. I told myself it was the alcohol in my system.
“So, if you dropped your breakfast, you think you’d make a song that could get us into the Hall of Fame?” Jin wondered, forcing me to pull my attention away from Jungkook.
“I don’t think it works that way.” I shrugged and smiled sheepishly. Then I felt a slight movement next to me and immediately turned and pointed a finger at Jungkook, “And do not even think about trying, mister.”
Jungkook smiled widely, having been caught. “You never know.” Is all he said.
“Hey, hey, hyung, isn’t that…” Hobi smacked Yoongi’s arm and pointed across the room at someone.
“Holy shit.” Yoongi exhaled in awe, “No way.”
“Let’s go!” Hobi pushed Yoongi away from the table and towards the new person.
“Hey, (y/n), will you be in the studio tomorrow?” Namjoon asked.
I glanced down at my now 2/3’s empty cup, “I can be.”
“I mean, if you are, I wanted to run some things by you.” He shrugged like it wasn’t the biggest deal.
“I’ll let you know.” I told him, my uncertainness evident in my voice.
“Jin, I think your parents are leaving.” Taehyung said and points towards the exit where Jin’s parents were indeed standing, looking around, presumably for him.
Jin left the table with Namjoon, Jimin, and Taehyung following him. Leaving me at the table alone with Jungkook as Aimee had disappeared sometime earlier.
“You know,” I rest my head on my hand as my elbow leans against the table top, “You should get out of your baggy clothes more often.” I said, fully taking in Jungkook’s attire.
Jungkook barked out a laugh, “I could say the same to you.”
“Ooh, don’t.” I puckered my lips in distaste.
“Alright, I won’t.” He said and drummed his fingers against the table.
“Are you going to show up tomorrow too?” I suddenly questioned him.
“I, uh, I might?” He said, flustered and quite unsure of his own answer.
I peeked at my phone for the time and then sighed, reading the 1:44am timestamp. “Well, if you all are going to show up then I should probably be going to bed.”
“I’ll walk you home.” Jungkook suggested immediately.
I lightly shook my head, “You don’t have too. It’s just down the block.”
Jungkook shook his head harder, “I want to. Think of it like sort of repaying back for some of the nights I would stay late in your studio to watch you work.” He explained and my brain repeated its mantra for the night.
“Fuck it.” I shrugged, “Okay. Walk me home, Jungkook.” I grabbed my purse and started walking to the doors. Jungkook followed soon after.
As we walked outside, the chill of the night didn’t even faze me. In fact, I welcomed it as it sat against my hot skin.
“Which way?” Jungkook asked, looking left and right as if he was trying to guess which direction my house was in.
I pointed across the street, “Straight and then we go left at some point.”
“At some point?” Jungkook repeated, “You do know your way home, right?”
“Yes. I’m tipsy. Not drunk. I know where I live.” I rolled my eyes and looped my arm in his without thinking. I registered that he stiffened ever so slightly but the thought was lost somewhere between registering and comprehending the information.
“Have you developed that one track anymore?” I asked him as we made our way across the street.
“Uh, kind of. I’m stuck again.” He admitted.
“Bring it in tomorrow.” I told him, “Namjoon’s coming in and I won’t have anything pertinent to be working on. We can hammer it out together.”
“I’ll do that.” Jungkook smiled softly.
I looked up at the clear sky and exhale, “I enjoy working with you.” I said, letting my heart do the talking while it shoved my brain behind the heavy (but still see through) alcohol curtain, “Like I really enjoy it. It’s kind of a favorite. Don’t tell the other members, but you’re my favorite to work with.”
“Oh yeah?” Jungkook said, a cocky smile growing on his face. “And why’s that?”
“It could be that your music style is similar to mine.” I explained, “Or it could be that it’s just easy to work through things with you. Or it could be that I like you. Yeah, it’s probably cause I like you. I mean, that’s really the main reason. I just like spending time with you. Is that weird?” I asked him with innocence because my brain hadn’t fully registered what just came out of my mouth.
Jungkook is stunned for a split second before he shook his head, “No, not weird at all. I like spending time with you, too. I like you, too.”
I gave him a single nod, “Good. Cause otherwise I would’ve questioned how you were able to fool me into thinking that you liked working with me.” I then spotted the street lamp we were supposed to turn at, “Left.” I said and used my body to lead Jungkook in the right direction.
“Do you ever think about writing lyrics?” Jungkook wondered, returning to a normal walking pace.
“Sometimes.” I told him honestly, “But I never release them. Not even as demos.”
“So you’ve written some?” He assumed.
“Yes.” I answered, “But they are locked away where no one will ever find them.”
“On your computer under a password?” Jungkook guessed.
“Maybe.” I pouted, slightly upset that he guessed its location so quickly.
“And the password is probably something like 'Tata and Kookie.’” He continued to guess and I stopped in my tracks, stopping him as well.
“How the HELL did you know?” I exclaimed, disbelief written all over my face.
Jungkook chuckled, “You have Tata and Kookie everywhere in your studio. It’s kind of obvious.”
“Fuck.” I whisper-shouted, disappointed at myself for giving away the answer that easily.
“It’s okay. I won’t look.” He said once we started walking again, “It’s just cool to know that you have them there. I bet they’re good.”
“Not as good as what you guys can write.” I told him with a shrug.
“Nah, I bet they’re fantastic.” Jungkook countered. “Maybe one day you’ll show 'em to me?”
“Maybe.” I nodded but I didn’t know if I would fulfill it.
“Are you going to remember this tomorrow?” Jungkook asked as I spotted my building approaching.
“Probably. Though maybe not right away.” I admitted, wondering why he wanted to know.
Jungkook nodded in thought.
“Why?” I asked, unable to keep the question inside.
“Just curious.” He simply stated.
“Uh huh.” I commented unconvinced and then stopped in front of my building, “Well, this is me.”
“You live pretty close to the company buildling.” Jungkook observed, rocking back in his heels.
“Makes the commute 100 times easier.” I told him and leaned in closer, “I tend to sleep in late.” I giggled at my sudden confession.
Chuckling, Jungkook smiled, “So that’s why you show up to work in sweats so often.”
“Oh no.” I shook my head and then I corrected him, “That’s a choice.”
“Will it be the choice tomorrow?” Jungkook asked as I stepped towards the front doors.
I smiled teasingly, “You’ll just have to find out.” I teased him and spotted a grin on his face before I turned and entered my building.
I could feel my mind start to analyze the events of the night, but the remaining alcohol buzz chose to ignore it for the night.
~Morning~
I took a swig from my water bottle sitting on my night stand and picked up my phone to check the time. A ripe 7:35 am. I scrolled through my text notifications and from most recent to oldest, they read:
From Namjoon: Hey, what time do you think you’ll be in? I’ve got some free time between 10 and 12. Let me know!
From Aimee: BTS ALBUM #1 WORLDWIDE AGAIN! AND 'BACK TO YOU’ MV’S GOT 100 MILL!
From Jungkook: Tomorrow, could we also try to get this melody out of my head?
From Jungkook: To discuss lyrics and such…
From Jungkook: Are you free to eat a meal with me sometime?
From Jungkook: Can you also help me with a lyric?
From Taehyung: Hello? (Y/n)??? You cOnFeSsEd?!
From Jungkook: I’m still stuck on the track.
From Jungkook: I’m gonna try to work on the track tonight.
From Taehyung: YOU CONFESSED?! WHAT HAPPENED TO WAITING A FEW WEEKS?!
From Jungkook: I hope you got in okay. Sleep tight.
I blinked at my phone, reading the texts over, specifically the ones from Taehyung.
I… confessed… …. ?
“It could be that your music style is similar to mine. Or it could be that it’s just easy to work through things with you. Or it could be that I like you. Yeah, it’s probably cause I like you. I mean, that’s really the main reason. I just like spending time with you. Is that weird?” My voice echoed in my head and my brain melted into mush.
“Oh… fuck.” I whispered then I remembered Jungkook’s response.
“No, not weird at all. I like spending time with you, too. I like you, too.”
And just like that, my brain was fully functional and my heart was bouncing around my chest like a ping pong ball on steroids. I pulled myself out of bed and responded to the texts.
To Namjoon: Yes, I’ll be in at like 9 so stop by whenever.
To Aimee: Hell yeah!
To Taehyung: Yes… yes I did. Did he tell you?
To Taehyung: And apparently I said screw waiting.
To Jungkook: Don’t worry about the track, we’ll finish it today.
To Jungkook: I can help you with the lyric and the melody.
To Jungkook: I’ll eat a meal with you… but only if you pay and as long as we don’t talk about work ;)
I shuffled into the bathroom and started brushing my teeth when my phone buzzes with a text.
From Jungkook: Deal, no work talk. Friday?
To Jungkook: Friday.
To Jungkook: What time are you wanting to come in today?
From Jungkook: 9? 10? Idk
To Jungkook: I’ll be in around 9. My door’ll be open.
I smiled at my phone with my toothbrush sticking out of my mouth. Then I decided that maybe I should say 'fuck it’ more often.
언젠가는 나한테 고마워하게 될 거야. You’re going to be thanking me one day for this.
Description: [REQUEST: hey! i wanted to tell you that i really enjoyed tipsy. it would be so cool if you did a part II with scenes from the song writing process and the date.] A request for an extension of a request lol. This one is just the song writing process (mind you!!! I’m not an expert, I just went off what I’ve seen in behind the scenes videos of producers and my own experience of lyric writing so!!!). I might do another part with the date, though it may be on the shorter side! :D Enjoy xx
Bonus points if you can guess the songs that are being ‘written’ before their titles are given (or not given).
Warnings: Swearing
Genre: Fluff, Idol!Jungkook x music producer!fem-reader
Word Count: 4.2k
With one hand gripping my morning coffee {or tea or smoothie or whatever you drink}, my phone, and my ID card that got me into the building, I used my other and my full body weight to push open my studio door, the heavy bastard. I stumbled in and nearly spilled my coffee over my favorite grey sweatpants but my reflexes prevented the disaster. Setting everything down, I made my way around the room and flipped on the lights, turned on my equipment, and adjusted the temperature.
I lowered myself into my chair and glanced at the time while my computer screen awakened.
9:06 am.
There was also a text from Taehyung.
From Taehyung: Now you’re going on a date with him??
To Taehyung: Do you two share EVERYTHING?
From Jungkook: Be there in 20 minutes!
To Jungkook: Namjoon’s coming somewhere between 10 and 12 fyi
From Taehyung: Apparently yes, yes we do
With a little bit of time left until one or two of the members showed up, I decided to touch up a demo I hadn’t looked at in a while. I clicked on the locked folder and quickly typed in the password. The folder opened up and revealed the good sized list of documents with written lyrics. I scanned down the list for the one titled “Demo Attempt Thing #40 - Got That Heat.”
As that document loaded, I opened the file with the actual demo track.
From Jungkook: I know, we talked about it last night.
Oh god. Last night.
From Jungkook: How do you live with a melody stuck in your head?!
To Jungkook: I don’t. That’s why I’m always in the studio
Once the system is loaded and I arranged the windows how I wanted them on my three screens (yes, three), I hit play and listened to my (cringey) voice sing my written lyrics and read over the lyrics, looking for spots that were odd and marking them for later.
A couple of tweaks, and a few thesaurus searches, later and I was set to rerecord the lyrics I changed.
I set up the mic and the system and placed the headphones over my ears. With a final inhale, I pressed the space bar and lined my mouth up with the mic.
Tick, tick, tick, tick.
Ooh, when I look in the mirror
I’ll melt your heart with my heat
I got that superstar glow so
Do the shimmy like
Pulling back, I hit the space bar again and the recording stopped. I chewed on my lip as I replayed the section back and wondered if it was good enough.
“Ehhhhh, good enough.” I mumbled to myself after listening to the part two more times.
Moving onto the next changed lyric, I set myself up the same before hitting the space bar.
Tick, tick, tick, tick.
Swing like batter
Pull me in like no other
No need to rush it
I’m reminded I got it bad
I clicked the space bar again and listened to the new lyric. Liking what I heard, I replayed the whole song from the beginning, turning up the volume so it filled the room and so I could hear everything I needed to hear.
The only problem?
My ears were so filled with the demo that I didn’t hear the three knocks on the door, Jungkook calling my name, or my door opening and closing. I was too busy bopping my head along with the beat and focusing on the overall sound with my eyes closed.
Get it, let it roll!
My voice sang the last lyric with a weird squeal type tone and my eyes flew open in realization that it needed to change and it needed to change right then and there.
“Let it roll!” Jungkook’s voice loudly copying what he heard through the speakers quite nearly knocked me out of my chair.
“Who the hell???” I whipped around with a pencil gripped in my hand, eraser side up.
Jungkook unceremoniously dropped the backpack he was holding in his hands and raised both hands into the air. “It’s me. Jeon Jungkook. Part of the infamous KPOP group B-”
“I know who you are dumbass.” I cut him off, rolled my eyes and relaxed back into my seat, throwing the pencil somewhere onto my desk.
“You asked.” He chuckled and picked up his backpack.
“You didn’t have to scare the shit out of me.” I stated, leaning forward and saving my work before exiting out of the “Demo Attempt Thing #40 - Got That Heat” documents.
“Wait, wait, what are you doing?” Jungkook asked, pulling the extra chair to sit on my left.
“Exiting out of this track.” I answered in a bored monotone cause it should’ve been obvious.
“Why?” He continued to question my actions even though my screen was just showing my crowded desktop.
“Because this is one of the secrets that no one will ever see.” I leaned my cheek on my fist while looking at him.
He was also dressed in sweats and a shirt that looked six sizes too big for him which made his large frame look small, if that was even possible. His lips were pouting while scanning over my screens even though, again, there was nothing open.
“But I liked what I heard.” Jungkook said with a slight whine.
“Stop being nice.” I scoffed, “Where is that track you wanted to work on?” I quickly changed the subject.
Jungkook sighed like he wanted to continue to push the issue but he rummaged through his backpack and pulled out a black flash drive instead.
“Thank you.” I thanked him with a singsong tone and plugged the flash drive into the computer. “What’s the title?”
“Doesn’t have one.” Jungkook shrugged and I raised a questioning eyebrow at him. “I just call it ‘Cup of Milk’.”
“Cup of milk?” I repeated the title and found it easily as it was the first one on the drive.
“I was drinking a cup of milk while working on it so I used it as a temporary title but then it just stuck.” He explained, “Sounds weird, doesn’t it?”
“No, actually sounds about right.” I agreed with him and watched as the instrumentals popped up on the screen. “Any lyrics for it?”
Jungkook shook his head, “Not yet.”
I nodded, “That’s alright. So, let’s get into it.”
We listened through it once before I asked, “Where did you need help with?”
“Here.” Jungkook took the mouse from me and started the track at the 2:07 minute, where a probable bridge would be constructed. He played it and the bass drums beat a steady funky rhythm.
At the 2:15 mark, the rhythm repeated itself before the bass dropped out and piano chords with a metalic-y techno echo picked up the same tempo. That too, repeated twice without much change before the bass reenters with the synth and a high gusto ending chorus feel.
I nodded along with the beats and enjoyed myself but I could instantly tell it needed a little something to feel more complete.
“You sense it too.” Jungkook concluded when he paused the track. “It needs something but I have no idea what.”
“Yeah, it does.” I agreed and sat back, thinking about what it needed.
“Like I honestly love the bass beat and the rhythms but it needs a little, like finesse.” Jungkook continued and emphasized the last word with a wiggle of his fingers.
I chuckled at his gesture but the motion gave me an idea.
“Trumpets!” I sat up and slapped a hand on his arm.
“Trumpets?” He said the word cautiously like it was glass on his tongue, “Do you think it’ll work?”
I shrugged and took my mouse back from him, “We’re about to find out.” I told him and clicked around till I found the right instrument.
“Play out the melody.” I instructed him and gestured to the keyboard underneath the computer monitors.
Jungkook wordlessly followed my instructions while I recorded the clip. The trumpets that played through the speakers were way too bright and brassy so I decided to pull back the brass and to make it more muted. When the levels were to my liking, I dragged the clip to the correct place and backtracked a few seconds to see how it would fit with the rest of the instrumental.
“Here we go.” I muttered and hit play.
The same bass beat played through the speaker for one count and when the second began, the trumpets sounded over them to create a fanfare feel. Jungkook lit up next to me but my heart wasn’t 100% satisfied with it.
“Oh! I like that!” Jungkook smiled widely while my lips pursed together. “I really like that.” He nodded like a child.
Tilting my head to the side, I played around with the effects of the trumpets. “Not quite right.”
I adjusted the levels of muting and brightness and reverb and played it back again. This time when the trumpets sounded, they felt more retro fanfare rather than 21st Century fanfare.
“That.” I pointed to the screen after I paused the track, “That is what I like.”
“Oooh, you’re right. That was better.” Jungkook rested his hand under his chin, in deep thought. “It fits better with the rest of the instruments. More retro-y.”
I nodded before asking, “Since when were you on a retro stint?”
Jungkook shrugged, “Again, cup of milk.” He reiterated with an expression that said 'how am I supposed to know?’
“Uh huh.” I absentmindedly voiced while looking for another instrument to add because it needed something over the piano chord counts. “Cup of milk. Was it at least chocolate?”
“Banana.” He corrected me.
“Ah, the famous banana milk strikes again.” I said and clicked on the electric guitar option.
Jungkook stayed quiet while I pressed different notes on the keyboard, searching for the perfect note. Once I found the note, I sat up straighter and tapped out the syncopated rhythm that I heard throughout the song.
“Oh, yeah, rock on.” Jungkook played the air guitar and scrunched up his face as if he was actually playing the instrument.
I watched him for a second before shaking my head and chuckling at him. “Gosh, you’re weird.” I muttered under my breath but Jungkook heard me and laughed at my comment.
“And yet you’re still here.” He bantered back and I truly had no comeback.
Instead, I dragged the newly created sound into the track and placed it where I wanted it before playing the whole section.
The synth-ed piano chords went through one full count and the second was joined by the electric guitar which amped up the whole feel. Building towards the final 'chorus’ section where the track exploded into retro fanfare glory.
“YES!” Jungkook stood to his feet with his fists raised into the air before grooving along with the instrumental.
“You like it that much?” I leaned back in my chair and watched him with amusement.
“Doesn’t it make you want to dance?” He asked while the song replayed from the beginning and he began his little dance party all over again.
“It’s got a great vibe, Kook. It’s really great.” I compliment his work. “Now you just gotta write lyrics for it and I’m sure it’ll be featured on the next album.”
“You think?” Jungkook stopped moving and peered at me with wide curious eyes.
I nodded, “Of course. It’s a really great track. It’s fun, it’s funky, and it’s something I could see you boys pulling off so easily.”
“Huh.” He breathed out and slumped into the chair. “Didn’t think you’d say that.”
"Again, you’ll need lyrics for it but you can do that.” I repeated my earlier statement but Jungkook looked like he didn’t hear me.
“I gotta make the lyrics badass. Like really good.” Jungkook said softly, “It’s gotta explode like a bomb. Like dynamite.”
I bit my lip at the word. I had half a song written out, tucked away in my Demo folder. A song that suddenly seemed to fit the instrumental extremely well.
A song that I had titled 'Dynamite’.
“Scheming face!” Jungkook exclaimed, breaking me from my thoughts.
I quickly turned to look at him, “What?”
“You were scheming something.” He pointed at my face and then copied the expression I had a few moments ago. More like a bad impression of my face. “So what were you scheming?” He wondered.
I debated with myself if I was really about to show this man one of my many secret tracks that I had hidden away.
“Please…” Jungkook dragged out the world with the biggest puppy eyes.
I sighed in defeat and leaned forward to the computer. “Fine. But you do not, do NOT, tell anyone about this.”
“Cross my heart and hope to die.” Jungkook solemnly swore and drew an 'X’ over his heart.
I rolled my eyes at his silliness but my heart fluttered in adoration at his tactics.
Opening my private folder, I opened my 'Dynamite’ instrumental and lyric document.
“When did you make this?” Jungkook wondered, quickly reading over the unfinished lyrics.
“Uh…” I looked up at the ceiling in thought, “Like four-ish months ago?” I questioned even my own knowledge because in all honesty, I don’t remember when I started the piece or when I last worked on it. “I haven’t done a lot of work on it. It’s only got a tapped out bass rhythm with what lyrics I have.”
Before we could play through it, though, two quick knocks on my door disrupted our conversation.
After looking at the time and realizing it must be Namjoon, I called out, “Come in.”
The door opened and Namjoon walked in with his phone in one hand and his laptop and small notebook in the other. He glanced over Jungkook like it wasn’t a surprise that he was here.
“Hey Jungkook. Hey (y/n).” He greeted us while staring at his phone and sitting on the couch just behind Jungkook’s chair.
“Sup, hyung?” Jungkook greeted his leader with a short head nod.
“Hi.” I answered and again, began saving and exiting out of the tracks that weren’t needed. “What did you want to run by me?” I inquired and turned my chair towards Namjoon.
“Oh!” Namjoon remembered why he had shown up to my studio and shoved his phone into his pocket. He opened his small leather notebook and flipped through the pages till he found the one he wanted. “You think this would fit in the space where we left blank last time?” He offered me the notebook and I took it with both hands.
“Which song?” I asked because we had worked on three different tracks during our last session.
“Turning.” Namjoon answered and Jungkook scrunched his eyebrows in confusion.
“What kind of a song title is that?” He poked fun at the title.
“What kind of a title is 'Cup of Milk’?” I threw the question back in his face with a glance and his jaw went slack.
“That’s a temporary title!” He pouted while Namjoon laughed at our banter.
I busied myself with opening the correct documents while Jungkook continued to pout and Namjoon continued to poke fun that someone finally shot Jungkook down into his place.
Reading over the lyrics once more, I played the instrumental part with the melody tracked on the keyboard and mentally sang along with the newly shown lyrics.
“Yeah, I think we could make it work.” I told Namjoon my thoughts on his lyrics and the waved a hand at Jungkook. “You’ve been demoted to couch.”
Jungkook playfully glared at me but moved so Namjoon could take his spot.
“So I was thinking,” Namjoon leaned is arms on the desk and shifted into producer mode, “Since it’s the second pre-chorus, we could layer the harmonies. Not too many cause I don’t want it to sound distorted.”
“We could add a lower and higher harmony.” I suggested, “With the base melody. Unless you wanted the base melody to disappear and only have the harmonies.”
“We could try both?” Namjoon inflected his voice upwards at the end, unsure of the words he spoke.
“Let’s try it.” I shrugged and set up the mic and the system.
40 grueling minutes later, the harmonies and melodies were exactly how Namjoon wanted them. And because he needed a better singer for them, I had to record all the lyrics.
“Can you also read over these lyrics for me?” Namjoon asked, moving towards the couch where his laptop sat. “I don’t know if they fit together well and I need a second opinion.”
“Don’t know how good my opinion will be but, yeah, let’s do it.” I nodded and rose out of my chair. Jungkook moved from the couch to my unoccupied chair but we paid little attention to him. He’d been quiet while we worked and hadn’t caused a ruckus so there wasn’t any need to worry about him.
Or so I thought.
While I read through the lyrics Namjoon wrote for a different song, I heard Jungkook putzing around on my computer but again, since he hadn’t caused any trouble before, I paid him no mind. I really should’ve.
Just as I was about to make a lyrical suggestion to Namjoon, my voice, along with the instrumental for the demo that Jungkook heard a bit of, blasted through the speakers.
My reflexes had me out of my seat in a millisecond but Jungkook was quick to turn his chair around and block me from reaching the computer.
“Jungkook!” I yelled over the music, “Turn it off! Seriously!” I went to reach past him but he grabbed my hands and wouldn’t let them go.
“Never!” He yelled back with a shit-eating grin.
His grin only made me fight harder to get past him but the guy had been working out and was stronger than I thought he would be.
“I am going to kill you!” I threatened the maknae with a death glare, still trying to push past him to turn my demo off.
“Before or after our date?” Jungkook wondered with a quipped eyebrow.
My eyes widened slightly at the mention of our date. That asshole would bring it up when there was another member in the room.
“Is this yours, Kook?” Namjoon asked, voice trying to beat out the music.
Jungkook shook his head aggressively, “It’s (y/n)’s!” He said with a head tilt towards me.
I groaned and pushed away from him. Jungkook turned back to the computer and lowered the volume but kept the song playing.
“Seriously?” Namjoon questioned, turning towards me as I walked back towards the door.
“Yeah.” I sighed in embarrassment. These were private, a secret, because I wasn’t 100% confident with my lyrical skills.
“You produced it?” Namjoon continued to fire questions at me.
I nodded.
“And wrote the lyrics?” He prodded, his expression bordering on amazement.
I nodded again.
“This is, this is great!” Namjoon thrusted his hands out in front of him for emphasis and his usually small eyes were wide. Like the widest I had ever seen them.
A tiny blush crept up onto my cheeks. “Really?” I questioned cause I really had no confidence in my lyrical abilities. But then again, who does?
“Yeah, really!” Namjoon nodded his head.
“I told you!” Jungkook exclaimed with a fist pump into the air.
I shot him a look but he only answered with a smug smile. Looking back at Namjoon, he was tapping his pen against his leg while in thought.
“What?” I urged him to think out loud.
“It’s really good. Just that some of the lyrics could use some editing.” He voiced but there was no condescention in his tone, just a brightness and excitement over the song. My song.
I nodded, “Yeah, I expected that. Though I really didn’t expect anyone to actually hear it.” I gave Jungkook a pointed look and again he just answered with a wide, teeth bearing smile.
Damn alcohol that made me spill my guts to this scheming asshole.
“I can’t believe you’ve been hiding this from us.” Namjoon continued on his compliment cascade.
Jungkook threw out an arm in Namjoon’s direction and gave you a look that said 'I told you so!’ as an agreement with his leader’s words.
I crossed my arms over my chest and rolled my eyes at Jungkook.
“I wasn’t exactly ready to show it to anyone yet.” I told Namjoon who nodded in understanding.
“But now that I have heard it. Can I get a copy?” He asked, “I can try to edit the lyrics as a first round before we send it upwards.” He suggested.
“Send it where now?” I widened my eyes in surprise, not thinking it was good enough to send for approval.
“Up…?” Namjoon repeated his word then quickly added, “But we don’t have to. I just really, really like it. I think it can be good enough to be released.”
I sighed, looking between Jungkook and Namjoon who were both hopeful that I would approve of the action.
“I’ll give you the copy,” I started and both guys quickly smiled, “But,” I said and grabbed their attention again, “It goes nowhere without my approval. Do you understand?” I dropped my tone to prove how serious I was.
“Understood.” Namjoon agreed, solemnly but the twinkle in his eye didn’t diminish in the slightest.
Jungkook stayed quiet at the computer and I stared at him but he avoided my gaze.
“Jungkook…” I said with a warning tone, “Promise me you won’t send this to any of the higher ups.”
Jungkook finally met my eyes with sheepish glances like a child who got caught in the middle of a prank set up. “I promise.” He said in a small voice, lips pouted.
Satisfied with his answer, I moved to the computer and this time, Jungkook let me pass without any trouble. I emailed the files to Namjoon and his phone notification going off let me know it was sent successfully.
“This is so cool.” Namjoon mumbled, already looking at the email on his phone. Without looking up, he gathered his things and walked towards the door. “I’ll see you guys later.” He bid us goodbye before disappearing behind the door.
I watched the door shut closed and said, “You’re dead.”
Jungkook just clicked his tongue and in the smuggest voice, said, “No, I’m not.”
I turned towards him with exasperation, “Jungkook…”
“Trust me, (y/n). You’re going to be thanking me one day for this.” He cut me off before I could scold him.
Slumping into the unoccupied chair, I let out yet another sigh and run my hands over my face.
“That’s what I’m afraid of.” I mumbled and looked up at the ceiling.
Jungkook looked at me in confusion, “What do you mean?”
“If I have to thank you one day for showing that demo to Namjoon, it means people liked it.” I explained, sitting up properly and glancing around the room. “If people like it, it means that they will expectations for the next song. If people have expectations for the next song, that means I have a standard to live up to. I already have a high producing standard and if a lyrical one is added… What if I can’t meet those expectations?”
Jungkook leaned forward and rested his hands over mine in my lap. “You,” He stared hard into my eyes, “Do not have to worry about that. Everything you make is literally amazing. And if you’re ever unsure, you always have me. I will always help you, critique you, and support you.”
A tiny smile appeared on my lips.
“Plus from the two demos I saw,” He continued, “You already have a pretty good knack for lyric writing.”
“Thanks, Kook.” I thanked him and his face broke out into a beautiful smile. The one where his eyes nearly disappear and his teeth are on full display.
“Of course!.” He leaned back, pulling his hands away though I had the instinct to grab them again, “I would do anything for my favorite producer and person. OH! We could discuss these 'Dynamite’ lyrics on Friday!” He suggested but I frowned.
“You promised no work talk on Friday.” I reminded him and his lips dropped into an 'o.’
“Right. I did promise.” Jungkook remembered and chewed the inside of his cheek. “Well, we better get some work done now before Namjoon comes back to remind me that we have more schedules to get to.” He playfully raised his eyebrows, taking control of the mouse and opening the different files.
I giggled and leaned forward, resting my hand on his hand. His hand was larger than mine but I had to admit that I liked how my hand looked on top of his.
He glanced down at my hand before up at me.
I smiled the sweetest smile I could muster, “Get out of my seat before you screw up my systems.” I threatened him and he stared at me in disbelief.
Then he chuckled and shook his head while rising out of my chair and mumbling, “How can someone so cute say something with such a terrifying tone?”
I reclaimed my seat and started clicking around my screens, “It’s a skill.” I answered his rhetorical with a smirk.
I didn’t turn to see his face but I definitely heard his airy laugh.
