→ Paper Doll (pt. 2)
☆ pairing → Jungkook x Reader
☆ genre → idol+singer-songwriter!au, drama, slight angst, smut
☆ warning → sex, language
☆ word count → 4.7k
☆ summary → When the nation’s little sister, IU, gets into a huge scandal, your agency seizes the opportunity to thrust you into that now vacant spotlight. Your self-composed song Paper Doll becomes an overnight sensation, and soon people are itching to find out who was the one who broke your heart. All hell breaks loose once netizens discover that you used to date popular idol, Jeon Jungkook. Little do they know that it wasn’t him who left the relationship unscathed – it was you.
↳ alternatively: a story on the consequences of a hit break-up song
→ i | ii
☆ a/n → i haven’t even been on tumblr for a week and askdjjj I
can’t believe how many people liked pt. i – also, I know absolutely
nothing about songwriting or music theory, or anything really, so this is me
bullshitting my way through 4k words
that i haven’t proofread
You associated every song of yours to a specific time and place.
The whimsical cluster chords that opened up Blue Afternoon made you think of the view from your window last spring. Looking down on the busy streets of Seoul from your flat, a crowding of umbrellas had danced to the sound of heavy rain, and you had been immediately struck with a melody line.
That was your favorite part of songwriting – that moment when you finally had something, after having absolutely nothing.
Ironically enough, out of all the songs on your album, you disliked Paper Doll the most.
Even before it had been propelled to the top of the music charts, the song had never been a favorite. The melody line was catchy but predictable, with the most common chord progressions and an overproduced chorus. The people reviewing your songs during the album production had all loved it, however, and they had adamantly decided to push it as a title track.
It was amusing how people presumed the song described a devastating heartbreak between you and your first love. They weren’t exactly wrong, but their interpretation was completely off. Still, you weren’t stupid enough to disapprove their theories. If they wanted to believe that your first boyfriend was a heartless playboy, then that wasn’t your problem.
At least you had never thought it would have to be a problem.