Jungkook's POV

Kim Woori had writer's block. The two of us sat in the band room, hunched over the small crumpled up piece of paper where she had previously written the first 13 bars of our song.

She had her hands in her hair, propping her head off the table. There was a blank look on her face as she stared at the music, hoping for a burst of inspiration.

"I, have no direction for this song at all!" She collapsed on the table. "No wonder Tim said it's not one of my best works."

I slammed my hand on the table and made her jerk her head up in surprise.

"WHAT!" She yelled.

"You can do it, just, write!" I encouraged.

"I CAN'T! Can't you see? I don't know where the song should go!" She complained. "And you're not helping, you can't do anything!"

I frowned, a bit offended. "You're better at writing music."

Her face turned red and she looked away instantly. I could see her ears going redder by the second and couldn't help but let out a giggle.

"Shut up." She stammered and got up from the table. "I'm going to get help."

"Help?"

"Yeah, Yoongi always help me with writing." She flipped out her phone and moved into the studio room.

Yoongi? As in the same Yoongi that I know from Bangtan?

"Hold on!" I had a sudden burst of idea. "If you want Yoongi's help, why don't you come work at our company's studio?"

She looked at me as if the answer was obvious. "Uh, because it's your company's studio?"

"Doesn't matter does it? I have practice after school too, and school ends in like 10 minutes." I reasoned with her. "We can continue to work at the company, and Yoongi will be there if you need any help."

Woori already had her phone pressed to her ear but she did hear my request. She bit her lips as she considered my offer. Moments later, whoever she called must've answered because she made a surprised expression and looked at her phone.

"Y-yeah, hey Oppa." Her voice found its confidence quickly.

"Oh, no Jungkook's fine." She continued.

What is that suppose to mean.

"He's actually just suggested that we go to your company's studio after school to work on our project."

"Alright, I'll see you soon."

She hung up and sat back in her spot next to me. "Yoongi says to go to studio 3."

"Of course," I snickered. "That's his second home."

A look of concern spread across her face. "Does he work late often?"

I studied her closely. "Not often, always. He rarely comes back to the dorm nowadays."
I frowned. "Why are you so concerned."

"I'm not." She didn't look me in the eye and started to fidget with her pen. I watched her fingers glide over and over again on the top of the pen, dragging the blue ink up and down the length of her finger. It was an action that I was familiar with but I couldn't recall who exactly that did it.

It wasn't long before the two of us started to make our way to the company. The manager threw me a look as Woori filed into the black van next to me, but before he could say anything I opened my mouth first.

"Group project."

My manager raised an eyebrow then studied Woori. He gave a light shrug then turned away to drive.

It was a short ride for us to get to the company. My manager knew all the shortcuts and didn't hesitate to speed on the main road. When we got off in the parking lot, Yoongi was already there waiting for us. I watched as Woori rushed to his side and smacked him on the head with enough force to knock any human being out.

"I hear you've been living in your studio."

It was then that I realised who else had the same habits as her. As I walked awkwardly towards the two of them, I could clearly make out the dark blue lines on Yoongi's thumb as he ruffled Woori's hair.

The same blue pened thumbs.

Some where in the world, having the same habits must mean something.

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Woori's POV

The studio smelled like Yoongi and dark roast coffee. Not at all in a bad way, more that it smelled familiar. I propped myself down in the biggest desk chair and spun in a full circle playfully.

"Hey, get off." Yoongi stopped me before I could spin again.

I didn't move from my spot and only grinned as he tries to pull me off. "What are you working on?"

He gave up, plopped down next to me in the other chair and passed me a warm cup of coffee that I hadn't noticed him carrying. "The title track for our new album."

My ears perked and I looked at the control panel in response. "Can I hear it? What stage is it at?"

Yoongi frowned a little. "Its actually not as good as what I wanted. I've changed the main tune at least five times, it doesn't seem to connect together at all."

"Let me hear it, maybe I can help."

He heaved a sigh. "Maybe another day, work on your project Woori."

I watched him pull himself up from the seat and move lazily to the back of the room where a couch stood against the wall. He looked so tired that even I didn't feel like bothering him. I let him sleep as I waited for Jungkook to join us in the studio room. I put on the headphones to block out the noise from the hallways and actually got a few more bars down, continuing on the melody of our song.

Jungkook came in with a plate of food at around six pm. I had finally finished the first part as well as a beginning to a very weak chorus. He shoved the food under my nose, letting the heavy scent of the garlic roasted potato wedges fill my nostrils. My eyes followed the plate as he moved it away from the studio counter and led me to the back table, in front of the couch where Yoongi was now gone.

"Eat, I'll take over for now." He motioned with his chin for me to sit down.

I didn't move from my spot and just stared at the plate of food. "I didn't ask for dinner."

He looked at me with a confused expression. "You weren't going to eat?"

With a small chuckle, I sat back down in the big desk chair and spun around to face my music again. "No, I didn't bring money, I'll probably grab something at the convenience store later."

I felt him draw nearer next to me. "You don't need to pay, just eat it."

It was tempting. The smell of the beef burger and the potato wedges played with my senses, eventually making me lose myself in the aroma.

"Fine," I muttered and moved to the couch. "Did you eat?"

He nodded and sat down in front of my music. "It'd be nice if I could actually hear the song."

I stuffed a giant potato wedge in my mouth. "I didn't bring my laptop, I'll make the instrumental tomorrow at school."

"Tomorrow?" His head twitched in my direction. "I won't be at school tomorrow."

My chewing slowed down as I heard those words from him. I raised an eyebrow and stifled a laugh. "Why should that matter to me?"

His ears, which were mostly covered by his hair, glowed bright red. "I-I just don't want you to be working alone."

I stared at him and put the fork on the table. He was ruining my appetite with all this talk, it didn't suit his character at all.

"Since when did you care if I worked alone or not." I asked loudly.

He didn't answer and leaned his head closer to the music. I tossed him a glare and picked up the fork again with a small snicker. Yeah, didn't think you could answer that one.

"Since the last time I saw you in the classroom alone, working on the group project by yourself."

I froze, my eyes set on him as he turned around in his seat. His body leaned forwards and his eyes showed pain and regret.

"Why did you do the whole project for us Woori?" He raised his voice at me and was eventually yelling. "And why did you receive a final grade of ZERO on it?"

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