Chapter Text
Late August, 2016
Three weeks that's how long y/n had been working on the Wings album now.Three weeks of long hours, late nights, and slowly finding her place in a world she once only watched from the outside.
And somehow—
She was still standing, still learning, and still proving to herself that she belonged here.
—
The studio was quieter today. Not empty—but calm andFocused. Y/n slipped inside, setting her bag down in her usual spot before moving straight to the desk no hesitation or no second-guessing.
Work came easier now it grounded her. She flipped open the folder in front of her, eyes scanning the title at the top of the page.
"First Love"
Her fingers stilled slightly against the paper.
She knew this one
Not the finished version—not yet—but she knew who it belonged to
She wasn't naïve
She knew exactly who she was working with, knew who was part of this album.
Knew that eventually—
She would see him the thought had been there from the beginning
From the moment she received the email
"We're pleased to inform you..."
She remembered staring at the screen, heart racing—not just from excitement, but from something heavier.
Bittersweet.
Because alongside the opportunity...
Came him
An old friend
One who probably didn't want to see her.
Y/n swallowed softly, pushing the thought away as she focused back on the paper in front of her.
"First Love"
She let out a quiet breath.Then, without really thinking she started reading.
Softly
Barely above a whisper
"I remember back then..."
Her voice trailed slightly, the words settling deeper than she expected.The lyrics weren't just words they were memories but not hers..
But close enough that it felt like they could be.
Her gaze softened, a faint, almost sad smile forming as she leaned back slightly in her chair.
"First love"
Something you never really let go of. The something that stays with you—no matter how much time passes.
Her mind drifted
Back to shared headphones...
Late nights...The quiet way he used to sit beside her, not saying much—but saying everything at the same time.
The way music always came first for him.
The way she never minded because she understood.
Because she was part of it, in her own way...Her fingers traced lightly over the lyric sheet.
"...you never really forget it," she murmured under her breath.
A small exhale left her, the smile still there—but heavier now, more fragile.
Because some things didn't stay in the past as easily as she wanted them to
Because some people—
Didn't either
The soft click of the door broke the silence.
Y/n blinked, pulled from her thoughts as she turned slightly in her chair and froze.
Him.
Standing just inside the doorway
Min Yoongi.
Her breath caught—just for a second
Her eyes widened slightly before she quickly forced herself to recover, straightening in her seat as her gaze flickered past him to the figure stepping in behind.
Pdogg.
Professional. Is all the can think as soon as she seen Pdogg
Be professional Y/n..
Y/n stood quickly, bowing her head.
"Good morning."
Pdogg nodded as he stepped further inside "Morning."
He gestured casually toward Yoongi
"This is Min Yoongi, Bangtan's Suga. He's the one behind First Love."
The words felt heavier than they should have.Y/n bowed again, just as polite
Just as composed
"Nice to meet you," she said.
Like she didn't already know him
Like she hadn't spent years knowing him
Like her heart didn't recognize him instantly
Silence..
Just for a second.
"...Yeah," Yoongi replied.
Simple.
Controlled.
But his voice..
It hadn't changed she thinks to herself
Not really
Y/n forced herself not to react, lifting her head just enough to meet his eyes briefly before looking away again.
Professional
Keep it professional Y/n
Because if she looked too long—
She might see something she wasn't ready for.
Or worse—
Nothing at all..
—
Yoongi, on the other hand, couldn't look away.
Of course he remembered her that wasn't even a question.He remembered everything..
The late nights
The music
The way she used to sit beside him like she belonged there
The last night
The question he asked..
The way he left anyway without a word. His jaw tightened slightly as his thoughts rushed all at once—
Y/n.
Here?
Working here?
With him?
After all this time?
He forced it down. All of it he pushed it somewhere deep enough that it wouldn't show.
Because this wasn't the time.
"...Let's get started," Pdogg said, breaking the tension before it could settle any further.Y/n nodded quickly, grateful for the shift, turning back toward the desk as Yoongi stepped further into the room.
Work.
Focus on work.
Pdogg gestured toward the lyric sheet. "You've looked it over?"
"Yes," y/n replied. "It's... emotional."
"That's the point," Yoongi said quietly.
Her breath hitched almost imperceptibly at his voice being closer now but she didn't look at him.
"First love isn't supposed to feel clean," he continued, tone more focused now. "It's messy. It stays with you—even when it shouldn't."
Y/n swallowed
"...Right," she said softly.
Pdogg leaned forward slightly. "So how do we translate that into sound?"
Y/n hesitated for a second—
Then spoke
"Minimal at first," she said. "Something simple. Almost... nostalgic."
Yoongi glanced at her
Really glanced this time
She continued, unaware—or maybe pretending not to notice.
"Then build it," she added. "Not all at once. Gradually. Like memory coming back."
Silence
Then—
"...With something raw underneath," Yoongi finished.Y/n's fingers tightened slightly against the edge of the desk.
She nodded. "Yeah."
Pdogg looked between them, satisfied. "Good. That's the direction."
They worked like that for a while talking through layers, sound choices, Emotion.
And somehow—
Despite everything—
It felt... easy
Natural even
Like slipping back into something familiar
Like nothing had changed..
Which was the most dangerous feeling of all
—
Eventually, Pdogg's phone buzzed. He glanced at it, sighing lightly. "Give me a minute."
He stood, already stepping toward the door "Keep working through the structure."
And just like that—
He was gone the door clicked shut behind him.
Now Yoongi and Y/n were metSilence.
Thick and unavoidable silence.Y/n didn't move at first. She didn't look up she couldn't bring herself to do the simple head movement. She kept her eyes on the papers in front of her, even though she wasn't reading them anymore.
Because she could feel it
Him right there so close yet so far it felt like.
Familiar in a way that made her chest tighten
Seconds passed
Too many..
Finally—
She exhaled softly, setting the paper down
"...So," she started, her voice quieter now.. Less professional... More real...
A pause
Then—
"Are you going to pretend you don't know me again?"
The words hung in the air
Sharp — Honest — Inevitable.
Across from her, Yoongi stilled and just like that—
Everything they'd been avoiding finally caught up to them.