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“That song again? Come on, stop it hyung!”
Taehyung pretends he hasn’t heard Jungkook as he continues headbanging and mouthing along to the words he knows by heart. Jungkook steps in front of him and it gets a little more difficult to ignore him.
“I know you can hear me, you’re blasting the speakers, all of us can hear it, you-”
“ GOD DAMNIT!”
Jungkook rolls his eyes and leaves Taehyung lost in the music. Thankfully this particular song isn’t long, and Taehyung throws himself backwards to the battered couch. “That song is so powerful, Jungkook-ah,” he tells him with a wistful sigh. “One day I’ll create something as good as that.”
“It’ll take Min Yoongi all over again to get you to sing like he did.”
Taehyung smirks. “Actually, he used to rap.”
He knows his roommate will roll his eyes and he smiles with mirth when he gets the desired reaction. “You’ve been listening to Agust D music non-stop ever since manager-nim promised you his address.”
“I have to manifest it into existence somehow,” he shrugs, smiling because that’s all he can do. “If I don’t think he’ll get it, then who will?”
His dongsaeng smiles with sympathy and a hint of concern. “Will you really delay your comeback if you don’t find him?”
Another shrug. “I don’t know, maybe? If I were writing my own songs it’d take me so long to finish anyway…” he looks down. “Why not wait for something that is worth it?”
Jungkook lightly pushes Taehyung on his side and they slimmer down the couch until their heads are leaning on each other. “I like your music, hyung.”
“Thank you, Jungkook-ah. I like your music, too.”
They softly bump heads and Jungkook is the first to get up from the couch. “Then we’ll get our own fans, and our music will make people happy, I’m sure of it.”
Taehyung looks up at Jungkook and lets himself feel some of that positivity, jumping up to his feet. “You’re right, we’ll do that… eventually.”
“Soon,” Jungkook insists.
“Soon,” he reluctantly agrees.
*
Taehyung’s side of their shared room is messy but orderly. The unfolded clothes thrown around on his bed contrast enormously with the neat pile of albums sorted by genre and all artists per genre sorted in alphabetical order. The crumpled paper balls on the floor are the only defect on the otherwise spotless floor. And opened next to a notebook lays Taehyung’s most treasured possession to date.
He grabs the CD case – an oddity in itself considering the meticulous packages even Taehyung himself and every idol and singer around him tend to sell – and returns the disc to its rightful place for a couple of hours before the urge to listen to it returns. Among Taehyung’s collections of brand new albums and special editions, Agust D’s first mixtape was a rare gem. The booklet had a white crease where someone had folded it incorrectly and Taehyung had to get a brand new transparent case because the old one had cracked while with its previous owner.
It was by no means official, but Taehyung was lucky enough that his company had the mixtape laying around, only because no one had bothered to throw out every trace of Min Yoongi when he quit out of nowhere.And if Taehyung had joined this specific company only to have something to share with the artist he admired, he was ready to admit it at any opportunity.
He lies down on the stiff bed, breathing slowly to prevent his body from getting too hot. He barely closes his eyes when his phone vibrates somewhere next to him. He checks the notification, righting himself up when he reads the content of the message he received.
I found the address. Do not share with anyone. You owe me one, Taehyung-ssi.
Taehyung gets dressed and leaves the room faster than he’s ever prepared for anything in his life.
*
Min Yoongi’s apartment is as inconspicuous as any other, and only the message from his manager reassures Taehyung that he’s at the right place. He opens the camera on his phone to make sure his eyes don’t look as overeager as he feels. Once he’s sure he looks as good as he will at the moment, he rings the doorbell and waits.
And waits. And waits .
Taehyung frowns and checks the time. Surely it’s too early for him to be asleep? He rings again and the door opens immediately, startling him.
“What do you want?”
Min Yoongi looks older than his last professional pictures, but Taehyung notices he also looks healthier. There’s the hint of rose on his cheeks and a softness to his face that is completely new to Taehyung. His hair lays half up on a small bun, half down reaching his shoulders in smooth waves, a deep dark brown color that suits him perfectly.
Judging by his unimpressed face, Taehyung’s fool-proof plan is not starting well.
“Uh-hi! I mean, hello, Min Yoongi-ssi!” Taehyung stammers and hides his blush with a deep bow. “My name is Kim Taehyung, I’m a singer, I debuted a year ago.”
Something darkens in Yoongi’s blank face, and there’s little Taehyung can do to lay his case before he’s being talked to again. “Who told you where I live?”
“A friend.”
“What friend?”
Taehyung frowns. “None of your business, Min Yoongi-ssi.”
Yoongi is frowning as well when he clicks his tongue. “You and your friend could get in trouble for this, kid.” He sighs. “What do you want?”
“I’ve always admired your music, your rap and your productions too! I became a singer because of you. My comeback is near and I…” Here goes nothing, he thinks. “I was wondering if you could write a song with me.”
Yoongi looks surprised, angry and offended all at once. “Do you usually stalk retired artists to get them to write songs for you?” He looks him up and down and shakes his head. “Go try that story with someone else.”
The door slams and Taehyung is left alone. “I said with , not for !” he yells towards the door.
“ Go away! ”
Taehyung faces the door as the new obstacle to get past, decides that Min Yoongi is definitely not a good listener, and leaves… for the moment.