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JmochiM uploaded a new video: Chris Brown - With You (JmochiM Cover)
"Wow, time to die again," Yoongi plugged in his earphones to his laptop. Then he clicked the video open.
He liked the video before he listened to it.
As always, the video only displays a photo of a beautifully taken picture of a landscape. It's always like that.
Yoongi learned long ago to accept what he can have, because he knows he'll never get to know the person behind the heavenly voice of JmochiM.
JmochiM's voice started singing and Yoongi can literally feel his heart recognize his voice. He's been listening to him for two years, but whenever he uploads a new video every week, Yoongi still melts to a puddle on the floor.
As the video ended, he scrolled down and saw that there wasn't a comment yet. Uh-huh, first again. Look at that dedication, I'm so proud of myself.
AgustDboy
An amazing video as always, JmochiM! Your voice killed me, sent me to hell, purgatory, and heaven, resurrected me, and cleared me from all the bad in the world. Hope you had a nice week!
When the comment was posted, he logged out of his YouTube account, closed the tab, cleared the cookies and history of his browser, went to YouTube again, searched for JmochiM's With You cover, then played it.
Then he repeated that for about a thousand times.
Yes, he is mass streaming JmochiM's video all by himself because he deserves more views and subscribers.
Yes, Yoongi has been doing this for the past year when he finally accepted he's inlove with the man behind JmochiM.
As Yoongi was repeating the With You cover for the nth time, his phone suddenly rang.
He picked it up from his bed by tilting his chair backwards, then looked at the Caller ID.
Hoseok is calling you...
Accept |Decline
"Why?"
"Wow, I can't just call you for no reason at all?"
"A person never does a thing without a purpose. So, no. What is it?"
"You've been spending too much time with Namjoon, I swear to god. Well, I was just going to ask you..."
"What is it Hoseok? I'm busy."
"Don't lie to me! I know you're just mass streaming JmochiM's new video again! I can fucking hear it from here!"
"As I said, what is it Hoseok? I'm busy."
"I hate you."
"Okay, now can I hang up?"
"No, you little shit!"
"Then what the fuck do you want?!"
Yoongi pressed his phone between his shoulder and ear so he could repeat the process of viewing JmochiM's video.
"I'm performing in a showcase in three weeks, and well, can you come?"
"Why the fuck would I come in your showcase?"
"BECAUSE YOU'RE MY FRIEND, YOU TRAITOR!"
"What time is it?"
"It's in the evening."
"Okay, whatever."
"Wow, you really agreed this time?"
"I'm taking it back—"
"NO! OK I'LL GIVE YOU THE TICKETS LATER!"
"K"
"Thanks."
Yoongi just groaned in response before he ended the call and threw his phone back in the bed.
Back to giving the views my baby JmochiM deserves.
One week later...
JmochiM uploaded a new video: JmochiM's 4th anniversary; A gift for you guys
Yoongi nearly fell of his chair as he clicked the video. It's not a song cover but holy shit, a GIFT?!
What kind of gift?!
Is he finally gonna show his face?!
Is he finally gonna do a Q&A session?!
The screen is just black this time, and there's a one second pause at the start where Yoongi's heart stopped beating because he doesn't know what to expect.
"Hey guys! Uhm, hey. It's my fourth anniversary in two days, and... Uhm... I wanted to do something for you all, for sticking with me until now. And also for almost 500K subscribers. You guys make me so happy and you don't know how much you help me improve. So, yeah, the gift. I created an account in Skype with the same username as here, and in the day of the anniversary, I'll call one of you and sing to you. You can request songs as long as I know it. Or we can just talk, it's up to you.
Just comment below what's your favorite song that I covered and uhm, maybe you can add the reason. I'll be picking a winner tomorrow at 12 noon. Make sure you have a Skype account too, okay?
I love you all guys, thank you for putting up with me and as always, have a nice weekend. Good luck!"
What even is breathing?
Yoongi doesn't know. He stared at the black screen as he swallowed and struggled to put oxygen in his lungs.
I'll call one of you...
In his years of loving, pining, and supporting JmochiM, Yoongi has never seen him do this. What is he thinking? Ohmygod, this is Yoongi's one and only chance at finally talking to JmochiM! A chance to tell him how much he loves him and how much he changed Yoongi's life.
He liked the video and was about to comment when his phone beeped. A sound for a notification on his Facebook Messenger.
hoe
Yoongi!
What?!
Can you explain to me why
you still haven't accepted
Jimin's friend request?!
He's not my friend so
of course I'm not accepting
his friend request.
He's been resending that
request for the 86th time now!
I don't care?
Give the kid a break and just
accept the goddamn friend
request, Yoongi. He's a good
person and he'll make you
happy.
Stop setting him up with
me already, Hoseok.
Goddamit.
But he really likes you!
And I don't like him.
Make him stop or no
Sprite for you.
Heartless.
Yoongi locked his phone after that and got back to his comment. He thinks hard for the song that means the most to him.
It's like picking a favorite strand of hair, it's so hard. He loves it all???
Yoongi inhaled and exhaled. Trying not to flip a table because he broke his 10 weeks First Comment Streak.
He's taking too damn long.
AgustDboy
It's unfair of you to make us choose one song, because they are all my holy grail. But then... If you insist... Well, I'd have to choose I See The Light Tangled OST because it was what made me discover this channel. Sure, I wasn't here from the start, but I've been here ever since and you can bet everything you have I'll be here until the last.
Satisfied with his comment, he posted it. Then he wait.
It's almost 12 noon the next day. It's actually 11:41am and Yoongi has been waiting since 8:00am. Yes, that's how big a trash he is for JmochiM.
His phone suddenly beeped and he opened it without a thought.
Park Jimin sent you a message request.
View |Delete
Hello Yoongi! o( 〃＾ ▽ ＾〃 )o Hoseok told me that you'll
be coming to our showcase next next week? I'll work
extra hard so that you'll be satisfied with the performance (σ≧▽≦)σ
Accept Request|Decline Request
Park Jimin wouldn't know if you have read this message unless you accept the message request.
Accept Request|Decline Request
hoe
You're a sneaky bitch.
I'm a what now?
You're planning to set that
Jimin up with me again aren't
you?
Wow suddenly I can't read?
You little shit.
I'm not going to your
showcase.
Yoongi! That's not fair!
Of course he's gonna be
there because he's my
classmate and he's a
damn good dancer. You
don't have to talk to him,
you can just be a good friend
and watch me and clap for
me and bring me flowers. K?
I'm not bringing you flowers
Wtf
You're coming to the showcase,
alright? Or I'll soak all your
music equipments in mustard.
Why does god hate me.
It's two minutes past twelve noon!
Yoongi refreshed the tab and his heart nearly went out of his chest when a red circle with the number 1 in it was beside his notifications.
Okay, it might not be JmochiM. It might be a notification from another thing entirely.
Let's not get our hopes up, shall we?
Yoongi swallowed and clicked the notification button.
JmochiM replied to your comment 'Hello AgustDboy! What's your Skype account?'
Yoongi really fell of his chair this time.
This can't be real! Oh god, it's real!
Yoongi clutched fistfuls of his jet black hair. His heart thumping so fast and hard, he thinks he just had about 16 heart attacks.
Okay, Min Yoongi, think!
He forced himself to sit down on his swivel chair and clicked the notification. He was immediately redirected to the JmochiM's 4th anniversary video.
He scrolled down until he found his comment as the Highlighted and Pinned comment and there it is, JmochiM's reply. The logo on his icon is too familiar.
Yoongi took a deep breath.
AgustDboy
Orhrkdydgo??? Is thie even rwam?mmn how??! Orhmgod i csbt. Veleiev this is fsal. My smyep usrtmsbr us agdjtdvkdy too. Thabk you su mychw.
He was typing so rapidly that the thing he composed looks like a fucking drunk text. Yoongi sighed as he retyped all of it to make more sense.
Ohmygod?? Is this even real??? How??? Ohmygod????? I can't believe this is really happening. My Skype username is AgustDboy too. Thank you so much!
Yoongi's soul is in cloud 9 right now. He can't believe it's actually happening? Wow, ohmygod. He wasn't really expecting this because he knows he's unlucky at these things, he almost did not make a Skype account.
Good thing he's still a big JmochiM trash so of course he made an account.
His comment is already flooded with congratulatory replies and Yoongi's heart can't help but swell to the size of a small constellation. It's still not sinking in.
His phone beeped once again and he almost ignored it, except when he glanced at the screen, it showed a Skype notification.
He almost had a concussion trying to grab his phone.
JmochiM added you as a friend.
Accept |Decline
Yoongi swallowed hard, he can't believe his eyes. He's now friends with JmochiM on Skype. Ohmygod, what did he do in his past life to deserve this?
Well, sure, it's just for one call and most probably he'll never use that account again, but still.
He immediately took a screenshot of JmochiM's name on his Friend list.
Then a conversation thread popped up.
JmochiM - Active now
Hello! Congratulations!
I mean, it's not really a
big deal because it's just me.
I'd do this more often but
I'm really busy with class
hehe (≧∇≦)
Oh, uhm, hello. No, thank
you for taking the time to do
this for us. You've been our
holy grail and our only hope
in this world. I am so happy
that I was picked. I've been
your fan for a long time.
Yeah, I noticed (σ≧▽≦)σ
You're always the first to
comment and your comments
are always nice. I always read
them ♡(∩o∩)♡
Oh, you've noticed those?
I'm glad that I've helped boost
your energy up with those
comments. You deserve more to
be honest, you deserve literally
everything. Every. Good. Thing.
In. This. World.
Yaaaah~ (´ ▽｀).。ｏ♡
You guys spoil me so much
with your flatteries, what
would my ego do without
you? (｡•́︿•̀｡)
Then maybe you should just
stick with us forever. We
wouldn't mind spoiling you.
It would be our honor.
Thank you so much! But
I'll need to learn how to
survive rejection and criticism.
Anyway, what's your name?
What can I call you?
Oh shit, Yoongi thought, he's asking for a name.
What's a name? Where do you buy a name? Is it expensive? Is it edible?
Yoongi doesn't want to give out his real name, what if he knows Yoongi? Or atleast, know the rumors about him? That he's a drug dealer and an underground racer and a prostitute and that he had sold his liver to buy drugs?
Yeah, not gonna happen. He doesn't usually care if people believe those groundless rumors or not, but it's JmochiM we're talking about here.
Yoongi's angel and sunshine. The purpose of his life.
JmochiM - Active Now
You can call me Gloss.
Gloss? Σ( ° △ °)
It's...
It's my name somewhere,
not everyone knows
about it
Oh, okay then! I am
honored to call you
Gloss then! （＾ω＾）
Gloss is his stage name for his underground rap battles.
Yoongi repeatedly banged his forehead on his desk, why the fuck did I say Gloss? There are so many fucking names in this Universe, all I gotta do was pick one and I had to pick fucking Gloss. Why am I like this.
JmochiM - Active Now
Oh hey, Gloss, I'll call
you later at midnight,
exactly on the 4th year
anniversary. Is that okay?
Yes, anytime you want.
But, you don't have plans?
What are plans. I don't
know what are plans.
No, I don't have plans.
Okay then, I'll chat
you later before I call.
It's really nice knowing
you, Gloss!
No, it's my pleasure, really.
I've finally got to talk to you.
You haven't heard my
voice yet though.
It's fine, I'll accept what I
can have. Besides, we are
still communicating, just
not verbally.
I hope you don't get
disappointed later (/ω＼)
Never, JmochiM.
Really? That's good then
Ｏ(≧▽≦)Ｏ
Listening to your voice
is like...
Is like? (○ﾟεﾟ○)
Is like having a breath of
fresh air after being underwater
for so long. Like having a bowl
of soup in winter. Like humans
aren't condemned. Like my
wounds finally healing. Like
being blind and suddenly seeing
rainbows. Hearing your voice
was the best thing that happened
to me. 189/10 would recommend.
JmochiM is typing...
Did Yoongi went overboard? He just spoke his mind, really. He held his breath while waiting for JmochiM's reply. He can see the 'typing' icon going on and off for a full minute now.
What is he typing and why is he deleting it? It makes Yoongi anxious.
JmochiM - Active Now
Thank you so much for
your love and support
(σ≧▽≦)σ I really appreciate
it! I'll talk to you later?
Okay, that was a bit anti-climactic.
JmochiM - Active Now
Okay, then. Thank you for your
time and always take care!
I'll talk to you later! :)
JmochM is now offline.
Yoongi can't wait, he legit did vocal exercises because his voice is hoarse from not talking a lot.
He brushed his teeth even though he knows and the whole world knows there's no way Jimin will be actually close to Yoongi's mouth.
He showered and wore his fluffiest pajamas, changed his sheets and pillowcases, turned a night light on, lit a few scented candles that most probably were Hoseok's.
This is the day of his life. All the things that came before this or will come after this wouldn't matter.
He would tattoo this date on his forehead, and slap it on the largest billboard he could find.
When it was five minutes to midnight, Yoongi is perfectly comfortable on his bed, hair still a bit damp from shower, his face smelling of moisturizer, his mouth tasting mint, and his head in chaos.
He went through his list of conversational topics as well as a list of songs that he can request.
Yoongi doesn't care what anybody think, he is whipped with a capital W for JmochiM. Every argument that says otherwise can burn in hell.
His phone is fully charged, but he has a powerbank on hand just incase he needs it. He's wearing his most expensive headphones snuggly on his head and he can't wait to be slayed by JmochiM's voice.
He's been refreshing his Skype account nonstop for the last five minutes because JmochiM said he'll message him before calling.
A notification showed a received SMS from Hoseok so he opened it.
From: Jay Dope
GOOD FUCKING LUCK ON YOUR
CALL WITH YOUR MOCHI! I WISH
YOU ALL THE BEST, PLS DON'T BE
STUPID AND RUIN IT, OK? YOU'VE
BEEN WAITING FOR THIS FOR FOREVER.
IF THINGS GO WELL I'LL STOP SETTING
U UP WITH JIMIN, K? I'LL WISH YOU
GOOD NIGHT BUT I KNOW U'LL EITHER
HAVE A GREAT NIGHT OR NO NIGHT AT ALL.
CALL ME IF U NEED TO BE BROUGHT
TO THE HOSPITAL. LOVE U ALWAYS! :* :*
Yoongi smiled as he read the message from his bestfriend. When he broke the news to Hoseok, his friend almost popped a champagne for him, saying 'Wow my friend gonna finally get laid' and Yoongi had to physically restrain him and explain that no, he will not get laid, but he'll have an exclusive phone call with JmochiM, which is better than getting laid, to be honest.
To: Jay Dope
Shut up. Stop texting me.
From: Jay Dope
You love me too much.
To: Jay Dope
I mean it, don't text me.
If my phone lagged bcs
of your messages I'm gonna
hunt you down and it's not
gonna be pretty :)
From: Jay Dope
Gotta blast
JmochiM sent a message to you in Skype.
Yoongi's heart stopped for a bit but he immediately calmed his self down. He glanced at his bedside table and saw the inhaler he bought, just incase he suddenly develop asthma from this phone call.
He tapped the notification and burrowed deeper in his soft and fragrant pillows.
JmochiM - Active Now
Hello Gloss!
Are you there?
Hi, yes, I'm here.
You ready? Can I
call now?
Yes, of course.
JmochiM is asking permission for a voice call.
Accept |Decline
Yoongi felt his heart stop when the call connected and he can hear a bit of static from the other end through his headphones.
He clicked the record on his phone because yes even though it's a bit creepy, he's still gonna record the phone call and play it until the day he dies.
"Hello?"
Yoongi had another heart attack. He swallowed the lump in his throat as he felt tears welling in his eyes. He can't believe this is happening to him.
JmochiM is talking to him and him only.
He bit his bottom lip as he tried not to let out a whimper from the warm sensation wrapping around his heart.
"Hello, Gloss? Are you there?"
Yoongi let out a shaky breath, "H-Hello... Yes, I'm here. Hello..."
"Oh good! Have you decided what you want to do?"
His voice is jolly, like he's hyped and happy about this phone call as much as Yoongi is. Except he's capable of expressing it in the right way.
"I'm—uhm... Actually... I just..."
"Gloss? Breathe, okay? Breathe for me?"
Yoongi inhaled from his nose and let it out through his mouth, he repeated it for a handful of times until he can't feel his chest constricting anymore.
"Okay, I'm calm."
"Good boy. You sure you're calm?" JmochiM let out a small giggle that went straight from Yoongi's ears to the soles of his feet.
It struck him dumb again.
"Gloss?"
Yoongi isn't breathing.
"Gloss? Hello?"
Yoongi's chest hurt from the lack of oxygen.
"Breathe for me again, sweetheart. In from the nose, out through the mouth. Gloss? Are you okay? Breathe with me," Yoongi followed him, even though he can feel his tears falling down the sides of his face because did he just call Yoongi sweetheart?
He can find out right now that Kumamon is dead and he'll be totally fine with it.
All is right in the world.
He breathed again and swore to himself that it'll never happen again.
Yoongi sniffed and wiped his face with his clean blanket.
"Are you crying?" he heard a small gasp from the other end and his heart clenched.
"No, of course not. I just had a cold, I'm sorry. I promise I'm calm now."
"Okay, just keep breathing, alright? And just tell me if you want to end the call already or sleep."
"Okay," Yoongi answered. JmochiM does not need to know that that's not gonna happen.
"Now, what do you want to do?" he heard spring creaking, like JmochiM's settling down.
Yoongi peeked at the top of his list, "Well, first, I want to congratulate you on your 4 years anniversary," Yoongi started, his voice steady but thick with tears.
Goddamit, all those voice exercises were for nothing.
"Awww, thank you so much. To be honest I didn't know that I'll last this long or I'd be dedicated this much. But well, one thing led to another and I just couldn't stop even if I wanted to..."
"I know how that feels," Yoongi said and chuckled, then rolled around in his bed to get comfortable, taking care for his headphones to not topple.
"Really? You do?! If you don't mind me asking, what is your passion?"
"I'm..." Yoongi hesitated, "I'm a rapper, I do uhm, underground rap battles..." Yoongi said softly.
He's never been ashamed in saying that he raps, even in saying that he's underground, but what if JmochiM doesn't like rappers? What if he thinks rappers are thugs and high school drop outs?
Yoongi's throat dried as negative thoughts passed through his mind in break neck speed.
"You're a rapper?! Omg that is so cool! And you do rap battles? Is that like, freestyle or do you write your pieces beforehand? I've been to one before but it was boring because the audience were too chill and all they rapped about were dog food. I watch online though, and it's so cool, I'm hoping to watch one in live again, and hopefully the exciting one," JmochiM's excited chatter filtered through the headphones and Yoongi can't help but smile widely and close his eyes. He can't handle this cuteness. He knew JmochiM was soft and precious but this is just too much.
Him talking about underground rap battles is a major kink.
Yoongi knows about that battle he was talking about, though. It's the most embarassing moment int the history of all underground rap battles. He was supposed to join but something changed at the last minute.
Wow, if he performed there JmochiM would have seen him and watched him.
"Well, in our crew I'm actually one of the upperclassmen, I've been doing it for so long so I've been leveled up. I just battle during main events and I mostly write bars for the others," Yoongi replied.
Talking about his underground rap career is on the bottom of his conversational topics. Heck, it's not even on the list, but whatever. He'll just go wherever the conversation leads him.
"What do you mean you write bars?"
"I—uhm... I write rap lines for performances and sometimes the prepared rap battles. Not a lot do the freestyle or impromptu battles. Most of the ones saying they're freestyling is actually scripted."
"Oh, I see. Damn, I wish I could write too. You think from all the music being released every hour there'd be an endless list of songs to cover, but no. I'm literaly thiiis close to searching songs in Russian or German because I'm running out of songs to sing. And you know, I think it'd be nice to sing something that is solely mine."
Yoongi was quiet for a few heartbeats, an argument going on in his mind.
Say it. Don't say it. Say it! Don't say it!
"Actually, I... Uhm... Write songs too. But nothing has seen the light of day yet," Yoongi let out a nervous chuckle as he felt his nape getting soaked by his sweat. He picked up the remote control from his bedside table and made the air conditioner blow cooler air.
"Really?! You are really so talented, I already look up to you. I hope those songs see the light of day, I'm sure they're very good."
"If you want... As a gift—I'll... I'll give you one of my songs? It's... It's not much, but... It'll be solely yours."
Now it's JmochiM that is silent for a few seconds.
"Are you sure about that?" he whispered and tingles broke out in Yoongi's body. Is he listening to a fucking ASMR or what?
"Of course. It's the least I can do. Don't expect too much though, especially when you hear the demo I made. There was a reason I'm a rapper. And well, I'll just send it to you? If you can give me your email?"
Yoongi stopped himself from saying, I'll give you all the songs I made if you let me. Because of course his angel doesn't need to know that.
"Ohmygod, thank you so much? This is the best day ever! I promise I will really give it my 100%, I'll try to give justice to your song!"
"Of course you would, when did you not ever," Yoongi fondly said. His heart is swelling, JmochiM just said this is the best day ever.
"But I still want to give you credit though, can I just put Prod. by Gloss or do you want me to put AgustDboy?"
"I—It's fine really—"
"Oh, shush. I'm not taking credit for your work."
"Okay. Uhm, please just use AgustDboy, if that's okay."
His crew will never let him live it down if they found out he gave a soft YouTuber one of his songs. Not that he's ashamed of JmochiM or anything, but just... His persona as Gloss is just not like that.
"Okay, I'll keep that in mind!"
The two continued to talk, the list of conversational topics and song requests lay forgotten on the foot of Yoongi's bed as they continued to chatter comfortably with no awkward gaps in their conversation, weaving smoothly from one topic to the other.
In the span of four hours, Yoongi laughed, teared up, choked and had goosebumps from all the things they've talked about.
His emotions and brain is in a mess but his heart is full.
As the rays of light started to filter through the blinds in Yoongi's room, the scented candle long since been blown out, his hoarse voice whispered to the microphone of his headphones as he lay in the fetal position, his phone plugged to the powerbank.
"You know those times when you're in the supermarket and you and your mother were in line for the cashier and she suddenly says she's just going to go get something she forgot. And she leave and you're left with all the groceries, with no money and no mother in sight. And—"
Yoongi stopped and listened to the other line.
"Mochi?" he whispered. JmochiM told him he can call him that, because JmochiM is not actually a name.
Only soft breathing came from the other end.
"Are you asleep?" Yoongi whispered again, his eyes already drooping and his breaths leveling.
As the sun broke out of the horizon to signal a new day, Yoongi fell asleep listening to his Mochi's soft breathing.
"Gloss?"
"Holy fuck we really fell asleep!"
"Goddamn good thing I don't have class."
"Gloss? Wake up!"
Yoongi jolted awake at that, and he immediately felt the pain his neck for being crooked for long.
"Hng?" he moaned.
Mochi turned silent as Yoongi moaned and yawned.
"Hnngggg what time is it?" he asked blindly, rolling on the bed and he felt his headphones on his head. The other side already dislodged from his ear.
Everything came back to him and he suddenly sat up and look around for his phone.
Holy shit, don't tell me I did not end the call before I fell asleep. Yoonti grabbed his phone and unlocked it. He squinted at the bright screen.
Voice call with JmochiM
10:38:29
"Ohmygod," he whispered, then remembered the call is still connected.
"Mochi?" he called. Then cleared his throat. Fucking morning voice being so hoarse and raspy. It did not help that they've talked for about 4 hours straight.
"I'm here," Mochi mumbled from the other end.
Yoongi was tongue-tied. He suddenly don't know what to say and the rays of sunlight are blinding him.
Where is the conversational topics list when you actual need it?
"Good morning," he whispered.
"Good morning too," came the reply.
"I'm... I'm really sorry I fell asleep, I—"
"It's okay, it's not your fault. If I clearly remember I think I fell asleep first? You were talking and your voice was so soothing and, well..."
Yoongi felt his cheeks redden, did the JmochiM just praised his voice??
"Well... Uhm... Should, should we hang up?"
"Err... Yeah, I think so."
"Okay then, good bye?"
"Good—oh I just remembered!"
"What is it?" Yoongi's heart soared as their conversation prolonged a bit more. He is so smitten.
"I'll send you my email? If... You know, the offer still stand..."
What is he talking ab—oh, the song! Yoongi remembered and he smiled widely.
"Of course it does. I'll send it to you later."
"Okay."
"Okay."
"Is this good bye then?"
"Yeah, good bye, have a nice day."
"I will, you too..."
They turned silent, no one talking but no one ending the call either.
Yoongi can't help but smile, "Bye, sunshine," he said then immediately ended the call. The record automatically saving.
He threw his headphones on the bed and massaged his tender ears. He looked at his phone, he has a few messages.
From: Jay Dope
Bro, u alive?
From: Jay Dope
Omg, u're dead?
From: Jay Dope
Are u asleep?
From: Jay Dope
Did u sleep without telling
me how the call went? Wow what a friend.
From: Jay Dope
Don't tell me u actually died?
From: Jay Dope
I'll go to your apartment at around noon.
Just know that if I found your corpse
I'll just take all ur valuables and run away.
Okay, it's more than a few, but Hoseok doesn't count because he always sends multiple messages.
To: Jay Dope
Hold up and don't celebrate yet because
I'm alive. The call went well, just
know that that's all you'll ever get from me.
JmochiM sent you a message in Skype.
Yoongi smiled and carded his fingers through his messy hair.
He tapped the notification and got redirected to their message thread.
JmochiM - Offline
Here's my email Gloss, [email protected],
I want to thank you for that conversation, I really
had fun. I hope you had fun too ≧ω≦
And also, if you want to contact me or just talk
to me, you can just email me here. Take care! ( ⌒ o ⌒ )
Yoongi stood up from the bed and stretched his sore body, his silky pajamas smoothly gliding against his skin.
He took his laptop from his desk then went out of his room and into the kitchen, he placed the laptop on top of the breakfast bar then turned it on.
As it was turning on, he made instant coffee and got some bread on the pantry, then he sat down infront of his laptop.
He ran his fingers through his messy hair to push it back from his eyes, he typed in his laptop password and took a sip of his coffee.
Yoongi opened the 'life's work' folder in his Desktop and scanned the sub-folders in it.
What should he give Jimin? He's thinking one of his ballad and soft songs because he thinks it will compliment Mochi's voice very well.
Jump and Fun Boys is already out of the question.
Yoongi just realized that all of his songs has lots of rap in it, too bad because he thinks Let Me Know might sound like literal heaven when sung by his angel.
He banged his head on the counter until something came up in mind.
It was something he wrote a few years ago, like when he was literally a depressed teenager, so it is a lot angsty and dramatic but damn if it will sound so good by Mochi's voice.
He scrolled down the folder and found the title he was looking for, Lie.
He almost forgot about it, because really, those were his feelings when he was so messed up, the fact that writing that down already helped him, was enough. Add that to the fact that he made a fucking bad job in creating a demo because when he composed the melody and beats it sounded so good but his voice just can't handle it. He's not a singer for god's sake, but Mochi, Mochi will do so well, he can already hear it.
He powered up a browser and went to his AgustDboy email. He dragged the files (the demo, the instrumental mp3, and the music sheet) into the new email he's composing and waited for it to fully upload.
Subject: A song that's solely yours
Here it is. It's not really that much, I wrote this a long time ago but I genuinely think this will sound so good when you sing it, trust me.
Know that after I'm sending this to you, I'm deleting my file of it. It's now yours, you can do anything with it.
File attached: lie_demo(needs editing).mp3
File attached: lie_instrumental_final.mp3
File attached: lie_musicsheet.pdf
Don't expect much, especially in the demo. Throw it away if you want. Have a nice day!
Yoongi's cursor hovered over the 'Send' button. This is legit like sending one of your kids to college, you don't want to let them go but it's for the sake of their future, so...
He clicked the 'Send' button, and waited until he can see the email in his 'Sent Mail'. He stared at it for a few seconds then sighed, he opened the 'life's work' file again and clicked the 'Lie' sub-folder. He put his thumb on the Shift key on his keyboard while his middle finger hovered over the Delete key.
Come on, Yoongi, he slapped himself internally, It's with Mochi now, it's in good hands.
He permanently deleted the sub-folder, and it felt like someone just punched a hole on his heart, a little hole, but a hole nonetheless. He just hopes his angel cares for it even just half as much as Yoongi does.
Over the past week, Yoongi and JmochiM has been corresponding regularly through emails. Granted that it's not as good as 10-hour phone calls (okay, six of those ten hours might have been spent sleeping, but still) but it's still a ton better than Yoongi waiting every week for JmochiM to upload a new video so he can comment on it and stream it like the fanboy he is.
Yoongi should have been at home right now, waiting for the new upload of JmochiM, but instead he's in the freaking university where Hoseok goes. Today's their showcase and Yoongi likes his music equipments mustard-free, thank you very much, so even if he wants to be home so badly, he's at the school auditorium, holding a bouquet of sunflowers and waiting for the showcase to start.
He saw the list earlier and saw that Hoseok will be performing last, just after Park Jimin. Whoever organized this program is a goddamn genius. More than half of the audience present came here for Hoseok and/or Jimin, so of course they have to put those two last because if they don't, they'll be finishing the show with an almost empty auditorium. This way, they'll be sure that the audience will stay until the end.
Yoongi's phone vibrated, notifying him that he has a notification. Well, would you look at that, it's a text from the little shit.
From: Jay Dope
Are you here?
To: Jay Dope
Yes, I'm here and I brought you
fucking flowers. Make sure you show
yourself to me later so I can shove
it down your throat.
From: Jay Dope
You say that, but you love
me so much. I'll see you later!
Get comfortable!
'Get comfortable' yeah, easier said than done when he's sitting on a cramped and rickety theater chair that makes his ass numb.
He opened his email again and scrolled down to read the email that JmochiM sent him a few days ago. The reason why he'd really rather be at home and wait for the new video than be here. Hoseok should be thanking the 13 years they spent as friends because if it was a year shorter Yoongi swears there's no way he'll be sitting here for three hours just to watch his friend dance. (Okay, that may or may not be a lie because Yoongi will always be soft towards Hoseok.)
From: That Mochi <[email protected]>
Subject: Permission, sir??
Gloss... well, when you said Lie is mine... do you actually mean mine as in I can do to it whatever I want? Like, use it in whatever the way I want?
From: Daegu Boy <[email protected]>
Subject: Re: Permission, sir??
Yes, when I said Lie is yours I meant, it's yours. I mean you can sell it, or lap dance to it, I wouldn't care. It's yours, Mochi, remember that.
From: That Mochi <[email protected]>
Subject: You're an angel sent from heaven
I'm thinking of uploading it in my YouTube channel, and maybe perform it live if possible. Stay tuned for this week's video ;)
Yes, this is why. Because JmochiM may finally be singing his creation and he can't wait to hear it and be slayed by it. It sounded like shit when he sang it, but in Mochi's voice... Well, rumor has it his voice will be the sound you hear in the gates of heaven. To be honest, Yoongi wouldn't be surprised if it's true.
The showcase started with a lot of opening bullshit that Yoongi barely understood. The performances started but well, Yoongi did not really paid attention that much. He knows there are some ballets and contemporary dancing, some hiphop and b-boying, or whatever you call those aggressive dances.
If Yoongi can sleep through the loud music and bright lights, he probably will, but even he has limits on the ease on which he falls asleep.
The showcase is down to the last three performances, Yoongi's ass felt like it's been injected with 15cc of anesthesia, he badly needs to pee and the smell of his flowers is making his nose itch. He's more than ready to go home.
The third to the last performance is a duet dance of Bastille's Pompeii by two boys, who, Yoongi finds himself admitting, looks like art that came to life. It does not help the fact that they're both dancing beautifully, their movements distinct from each other but still somehow complementary. Jeon Jungkook & Kim Taehyung duet dance that's what the program list said.
When they're finished, there was a big round of applause and a heavy anticipation in the air. Park Jimin's performance is next. The program list just said Park Jimin solo stage which was really not helpful.
The auditorium darkened a great deal and then the music started.
Violins playing almost sinfully made Yoongi's heart fucking stop and his eyes almost popped out of his head as the stage was bathed in harsh red lights.
What the fuck?!?!
Now, Yoongi has seen a couple of Jimin's photos on Facebook, not that many, but what he remembers is a cute blonde guy who always looks like he has a light blush going on and doesn't wear anything other than a huge sweater so he can have sweater paws. That's why he didn't expect the man standing in the middle of the stage, his stance relaxed, head leaned back as he stares at the ceiling. He's wearing a long sleeved dress shirt that has a plunging neckline, a silk scarf wrapped tightly around his neck, and tight leather pants.
He started moving, walking forward as he stared hard at the audience. The red lights are reflecting in his pale complexion and blonde hair that makes everything orange and Yoongi's pretty sure he's not breathing.
There is no fucking way. I told him he can sell it as a joke, I didn't know he'd actually sell it.
As Park Jimin started dancing, he also started singing too. Yoongi only just noticed the head-worn microphone taped to his right cheek.
"Naege malhae..."
If Yoongi didn't die earlier, he's pretty sure he died now.
There is no fucking way—
It can't be—
That voice—
He'd know that voice in his sleep.
And that voice can't possibly belong to Park fucking Jimin!
But there he is, singing the lines Yoongi wrote, in the voice that Yoongi admired for more than two years now.
Yoongi tried to swallow, his whole mouth and throat suddenly felt dried than the Sahara desert.
He can sense the chorus was about to come, and yet his mind can't still process the fact that Park Jimin is performing the song that he gave JmochiM and his voice...
When the chorus hit, the red lights disappeared and the whole stage brightened up to illuminate Jimin as he dance.
"Caught in a lie, sungyeolhaetdeon nal chajajwo..."
Yoongi knows those words like the back of his hand and fuck he can't help but think that this is exactly how he imagined JmochiM will sing Lie, except it's ten times better because he's hearing it live and Jimin—or JmochiM, whatever—is singing it while dancing. And fuck, his voice...
The chorus finished and the red lights came back, Jimin curled into a ball and covered his head with his hands. When he straightened up again—
Fucking hell! Let me out of here! I don't deserve this fucking torture!!! Yoongi almost leaped out of his seat as he saw Park Jimin wearing a satin blindfold. He kept on singing and dancing, except he's wearing a fucking blindfold and that in itself should be illegal.
He sang a few more lines, then removed the blindfold, showing his hooded eyes that are a bit glassy. Yoongi cursed as he felt like Jimin was staring straight at him, but that would be impossible because he's at the back and there's no way Jimin will recognize him.
He repeated the chorus and as that ended too, his steps softened a bit and he ended up kneeling down on the middle of the stage and he slowly—like he's aware of the hundreds of people holding their breaths, waiting for him to end this cruel torture—lowered his head to stage until his forehead is touching the floor.
The lights were gone, the music fading and Yoongi is aware of his breath going in and out roughly through his mouth.
What the fuck did he just watch?
Is this what he thinks it is?
What does this fucking mean.
I can't—
My brain—
My brain is fried—
He stood up abruptly and walked towards the edge of the auditorium, muttering a lot of 'excuse me' and 'sorry' as he disturbed people who are clearly so engrossed in the showcase.
Yoongi walked with purpose, with the intention of going to the backstage the only thing in his mind. He stopped when he saw the closed door, just beside the stage. He knows where it is because he have accompanied Hoseok a lot of times there before. He put his forehead against his palm and closed his eyes, struggling to catch his breath.
He'll just ask him. Just confirm if he's really who Yoongi thinks he is. Right. That's what he'll do.
He knocked on the door and it was a few seconds before it cracked open, a man who looks like he's the most beautiful thing ever to grace this Earth peeked out and he smiled when he saw Yoongi.
"Oh hello, Min, long time no see. You haven't visited for a long time, come on in," Seokjin opened the door wider and let Yoongi pass through. They were batch mates in this university until Yoongi switched schools. After that he only saw Seokjin when he visits Hoseok for showcases because he's the set designer.
"Hoseok just went up the stage, you missed him. Did you just arrive?" Seokjin asked and led him to a small stool infront of the mirrors, passing by the dancers that just performed onstage. And there he is...
Park Jimin is sitting on a love seat beside Taehyung ang Jungkook who are passed out, watching something on his phone on one hand and holding a tissue against his neck with the other. He's still breathing hard, but he's so focused on the screen of his phone that he didn't notice Yoongi come in.
"No, I was watching at the auditorium earlier. Nice stage, Jin," Yoongi said absentmindedly. His eyes not leaving Jimin, he's still trying to wrap his head around the fact that Jimin is JmochiM and—
Fuck. It was so obvious, wasn't it? P.JmochiM. P.JM.
Park JiMin.
Yoongi is a goddamned idiot.
"So why are you—oh, I see..."
Yoongi turned his head to look at Seokjin as he heard his tone change, "What?" he asked, his brows furrowed.
"Let me guess, you just finished watching Jimin's performance and now either you're dying to bang him or you think you're inlove?" Seokjin said and let out a light laugh, "Wouldn't be the first time, I'll tell you. He's a gem."
"What do you—do you mean this happens often?"
"What, boys and girls swooning over Jimin, thinking he's a hardcore dominant? But then they find out he's a huge fluffball that blushes everytime you give him attention and they're suddenly turned off? Oh, yeah. Every freaking showcase," Jin explained while looking fondly at Jimin.
"I'm—I'm not here because of that..." Yoongi whispered, just low enough so Seokjin could hear. "Oh really? Why then?" Seokjin asked, his eyebrow shooting up in question.
"I just... want to ask him a question... I want to confirm something," Yoongi mumbled and damn it he's not usually this messed up but he's still not thinking straight. He could only blame that godforsaken performance.
"Sounds fake, but okay," Seokjin rolled his eyes and cleared his throat, "Chimchim! Come here!"
Yoongi's eyes widened as he watched Jimin's head snap up upon hearing Jin's voice. Slowly, his eyes slid sideways and his eyes met Yoongi's.
Yoongi can legit see the red blush creeping from his neck upwards to the tip of his cheeks. "I—Yoongi... Ohmygod... Why—"
"Come here, he said he wants to talk to you, I'll get you both a bottle of water because you both look thirsty as fuck," Seokjin chuckled and left.
Jimin stood up and walked hesitantly towards Yoongi, clutching the balled up tissue inside his fist.
"I—Hoseok is onstage right now... I'm—"
Seokjin is right, Jimin is a blushing mess and he can't even look straight at Yoongi's eyes for more than two seconds.
"I'm not here for Hoseok," Yoongi said abruptly. He never knew where he came up with the courage but he's sure it's an out-of-body experience. His heart is quivering, his lungs constricting and there are butterflies partying hard inside his stomach.
Jimin blushed harder... "Then why? How can I help you?"
Yoongi tightened his grip around the base of his sunflower bouquet and he slowly lifted it up, holding it infront of Jimin, "This is for you..." he whispered.
He heard Jimin's soft gasp and his eyes widened, "What—What for? I mean... Thank you? But... Ohmygod... Flowers... You got me flowers? Why?" he asked Jimin, the question evident even in his eyes.
"Listening to your voice is like having a breath of fresh air after being underwater for so long. Like having a bowl of soup in winter. Like humans aren't condemned. Like my wounds finally healing. Like being blind and suddenly seeing rainbows. Hearing your voice was the best thing that happened to me..." Yoongi whispered, his voice cracking up when he can almost see the cogs turning inside Jimin's head.
"You—holy fuck. Gloss?!"
Yoongi just stared at him, loving the look of realization that dawned on him and the jumble of his emotions that passed his face. All mirroring Yoongi's expressions earlier. Shock, embarrassment, disbelief, and finally, something that's probably a mixture of fondness and happiness.
"I can't believe—
"That was fucking lit! The audience is so hyped up, you won't even—Yoongi?"
Both Jimin and Yoongi turned their heads to the direction of Hoseok's voice, who just got down from the stage. His sweat dripping everywhere and his chest coming up and down in rapid succession.
His eyes turned to Yoongi, and then at Jimin, then at Yoongi, then at Jimin, and then at Yoongi again.
"Don't tell me your phone call with JmochiM was actually a disaster so now you're here to ask me to set you up with Jimin?" Hoseok asked incredulously, "I thought it went well?"
"No, Hoseok... It's... I—"
"What?"
Yoongi looked at Jimin with nothing but heart eyes, "I found him."
"What do you me—is that my fucking sunflower bouquet?!"
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