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Namjoon sat in class, tapping his foot to a tune in his head when his teacher announced that clubs were allowed to be chosen next week and forms would be made. He remembered that people older than him were allowed to create clubs and Namjoon had an idea.
A long time ago, probably a year ago, a few friends grouped together to produce music together. Even their group chat was still active, although they were too busy to work on music and had moved on.
The bell rang for lunch and Namjoon went to a table and pulled out his phone.
[ producers r lit ]
1:07 pm
i am a monster: yoongi can you make a club?
i am a monster: bcs i have an idea
1:14 pm
mingenius: We can’t pick up the producer thingy
mingenius: It didn’t work
i am a monster: this is different from producing
i am a monster: its more of singing + rapping + producing = almost a band but a club
1:18 pm
mingenius: I’ll do it
Namjoon smiled and turned off his phone and slipped it in his pocket before finishing his lunch, the teachers not noticing him. After much waiting, the bell rang to signify that lunch had finished and Namjoon walked to his Literature class.
Thankfully, one of the Producer buddies: Jaebum, was in his class and Namjoon could explain it in detail to him.
“Did you get my text?” Namjoon asked once everyone in the class was seated. He shook his head.
“I was thinking of forming a club, and have it more than simply producing music. To have vocalists and rappers to fully create music,” Namjoon continued.
Jaebum pursed his lips, “I think that could work, but I’m not sure. Have you asked Jihoon-ah?”
Namjoon shook his head, “If he sees the text then yes, technically. Also it’s fortunate that Yoongi-hyung is old enough to form this club.”
“Yeah. I’ll join the club.”
Namjoon nodded and focused back on the lesson.
Once school ended and Namjoon was on the bus, he made sure to text Jihoon about the club idea and if he heard about it.
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3:02 pm
i am a monster: jihoon did you hear abt my idea
3:03 pm
i am a monster: for the club
bitter(ly short): I just scrolled up
bitter(ly short): So yes
i am a monster: r u wanting to do it
bitter(ly short): Sure
bitter(ly short): Maybe
3:04 pm
i am a monster: cool
i am a monster: also @mingenius have u done anything
mingenius: Yeah, I went up to them and said I wanted to form a club
mingenius: When they asked what my club was going to be about I answered making music
3:05 pm
slaybum: whats the name of the club
mingenius: Honestly my mind blanked when they asked that question
mingenius: So I answered: Music Creation
bitter(ly short): Music creation?
i am a monster: music creation
mingenius: I couldn’t think okay
3:06 pm
bitter(ly short): When will u get the forms?
mingenius: Tomorrow
3:07 pm
slaybum: i can make posters if u want
slaybum: cos that’s what we did for the dance club
i am a monster: sure
Namjoon arrived home and flopped onto his bed. He honestly was excited to start this club and desperately wanted to keep it from collapsing. Plus he would get to meet people who held similar interests; making music.
Somehow Namjoon was able to keep his thoughts about the unfortunately named, Music Creation Club, and get out his school work before finishing a few pieces to pass the time. Joining a club was always when the intensity of assignments was at its highest, and he swore that teachers had something against people who joined clubs.
And rather than enjoy his freedom, Namjoon instead liked to do school work to get into the flow of assignments. It benefited him nicely in the near future.
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Namjoon woke up a week later from his alarm and groaned before slamming it and crawling out of bed. Another Monday. He wandered to his wardrobe and threw on a shirt and pants before realising how bad the outfit looked together, and tried again. This time the outfit was reasonable and he walked to the bathroom
Soon enough, he had brushed his teeth and had a quick shower before going to the kitchen and taking a bread roll.
He was just about to leave the house when he got a notification from his phone.
[ mingenius: I have the forms ready ]
Namjoon completely forgot about the club, for some bizarre reason, and beamed.
Yes! The club! He thought and walked out of the door to the bus stop. The bus wasn't going to arrive so Namjoon texted Yoongi back.
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7:57 am
mingenius: I have the forms ready
8:00 am
i am a monster: nice! are the posters up jaebum
8:01 am
slaybum: yeah i put them up on fri
i am a monster: great!
The bus arrived and Namjoon hopped on before finding a seat, in the middle of the bus. The bus he took wasn't too crowded but there certainly people occupying it. And one of those people was a beautiful boy who Namjoon didn't know the name of but had seen him around school.
This boy sat in the front of the bus and Namjoon was glad because that meant he could stare at him without looking suspicious. (It also meant that Namjoon couldn't look at his face very well but when the boy moved around it was worth it.)
The bus stopped at the school and everyone got off, as is was a school bus, and Namjoon got a good look at the boy’s face before continuing onwards to find his friends. Apparently, one of those friends was Jackson who ran into Namjoon.
“Hey~ Joonie!” Jackson cried, high-fiving him.
“Hi Jacks,” Namjoon replied.
“How was your weekend?” Jackson asked. Namjoon shrugged.
“Very average. My sister was out this weekend for a party or something so I had the house to myself, besides my parents.”
“And what did you do with that knowledge?”
“Trashed her room. When she came back she screamed like a mad man.”
Jackson shrieked and the few people surrounding him glanced over but Namjoon laughed along with him, since his laugh was so infectious. A few minutes later they died down and Namjoon asked another question.
“Are you thinking of joining any clubs?”
Jackson paused, “There was this one club with a misleading title, music something, but it sounds fun.”
“Dammit Yoongi,” Namjoon muttered under his breath before continuing, “Music Creation Club?”
“Yeah, have you seen them around?” Jackson inquired
“Jaebum made the posters but I actually thought of the idea.”
Jackson gasped and a few people glanced at him again, “Really! I had no idea. Now I’m definitely joining the club, and I assume you are too?”
Namjoon nodded as Jackson continued. “How’d you even create the club? You’re not old enough.”
“I have a friend who is,” Namjoon answered, “He also came up with the unfortunate name.”
“Who is he? I want to congratulate him.”
“Min Yoongi.”
There was a few moments of quiet and it looked like Jackson was going to keep walking until Namjoon remembered an important fact.
“I didn’t know you like music.”
“Yeah, its sorta a hobby that I do, rapping an all,” Jackson said.
“So you’re a rapper?” Namjoon responded.
“No, I’m just a person who raps not a rapper.”
Namjoon knew not to question Jackon’s logic although they were basically the same, and instead smiled.
“So I’m expecting you at the, unfortunately named, Music Creation Club?”
Jackson smiled, “Yeah, especially since you made it. You should shorten it to MCC. Has a nicer ring to it.”
And with that Jackson walked off, leaving Namjoon behind.
MCC, that does sound cool.