Songwriting - Kim Namjoon
Hello everyone~ This is for the lovely anon! I hope you like this :D
I don’t think it’s fluffy enough tbh.
“Hey (Y/N)! You should come down to the studio. I’m stuck. Again.”
These text messages from Namjoon were the norm after he found his passion for rapping. Even before he was signed to Big Hit Entertainment, he and I used to sit in silence until he was inspired by odd things surrounding him. It could be as simple as the sound of his cellphone to how a tile reflects light. However, I didn’t understand why he needed me there. Sure, we’ve been friends for a while after meeting in grade school for a project we needed to do together, but it didn’t explain his weird lyric writing habit.
There were times when I asked him why my presence was needed. He claimed that I helped him concentrate and write better lyrics which helped with the overall flow of the song. Two of his band mates, Yoongi and Hoseok, were also songwriters. On rare occasions, he’d write lyrics with him. However, he helped with the overall instrumentals of the songs, rather than write lyrics among or with them.
I tore my tired eyes away from my flash cards and checked the time. It was midnight, meaning I had to get up early for classes later today and I wouldn’t get much sleep in anyway. Luckily the test I was studying for wasn’t until Monday. I picked up my phone, quickly texting him back that I’ll be there soon. I was stressed out, but I knew that my stress probably didn’t compare to his. He had to compose music all the time, and now that they were becoming a big deal, it only got harder to please the public and his fans.
I threw on a sweater and made my way to Big Hit Entertainment. I practically lived in the studio because of Namjoon. I made my way through the familiar hallways and climbed a couple of flights of stairs. At the end of the narrow hallway on the third floor was the too familiar studio. As I walked closer to the door, I noticed Namjoon was hunched over the computer space, papers strewn everywhere, some crumpled, some carelessly thrown aside.
I walked in and knocked, just in case he was too into his composing. However, he had headsets on full blast, listening to some music to get him inspired. Poking his shoulder, I took the only other empty seat across from his after climbing a mountain of papers of rejected ideas. He perked up and looked back at me, flashing me a very tired smile.
“Hey! I thought you wouldn’t come,” Namjoon said, pausing the song. “I texted you silly. Don’t tell me your phone is on silent again,” I said, a small smile making its way onto my face. Then, his slender hands picked up his cell phone and saw the unread text I sent him only several minutes prior.
After that small bit of conversation, we sat in silence, his eyebrows furrowed as he contemplated. He began scribbling away in messy handwriting, smiling brightly as his inspiration flowed onto the piece of paper. I stared at him for a while, taking in his handsome features as he wrote diligently. Yes, I had a slight crush on him, but I knew it wouldn’t go anywhere. That’s the only reason I obliged to come to ‘help’ him with his composing; it’s the only time we spend together because I was busy with school and he was busy being an idol.
I tore my eyes away, now averting my gaze to the ceiling. I couldn’t handle it anymore and I breathed in, “Namjoon.” The blonde rapper turned to me, “Yeah? What’s up?” “Why do you always want me to be around you when you’re writing—“ “Can you close your eyes for a second?” he asked, interrupting me out of the blue. I raised an eyebrow at his odd request, crossing my arms.
“It’s nothing weird! Just trust me,” he said with a chuckle. “Sure… I don’t see how this answers my question though,” I said hesitantly as I closed my eyes. I heard the rolling office chair roll closer to me. Despite wanting to see what he was doing, I obeyed and kept my eyes closed.
Then, I felt a soft and pleasant pressure against my lips. My eyes seemed to flutter open by themselves and revealed that Namjoon was very close to me and he was indeed kissing me. I quickly reacted and kissed him back before he got the idea that I didn’t reciprocate his feelings. My heart beat matched that of a hummingbird and my stomach exploded into little butterflies.
As he pulled away, he stayed close, but his eyes opened slowly and locked with mine as he spoke. “I guess I’ll confess now. You want to know why I always call you when I write songs? Because you inspire me. You’re the topic of almost all of the songs I write. I thought it was obvious. Who gets inspired by how a tile reflects light anyway?” he said, laughing at his own rhetorical question.
I couldn’t help but laugh along with him, “You could’ve just said that a long time ago instead of telling me the sound of a text message inspired you. I always wondered how you wrote a love song by listening to the sound of a water bottle being swished.” “It was never any of that. I’d look at you and lyrics just appeared in my head. You’re my muse,” Namjoon said, placing his forehead against my own, closing his eyes. He seemed so peaceful in this state. We didn’t need to speak at this point to understand how we felt for each other.
“Hey (Y/N)?” he asked, holding my hands.
“Yeah?” I asked back.
“Kiss me,” he whispered and I nodded, closing the space between us once again.