My head was spinning. If I heard the word 'professionalism' one more time I was sure I was going to pass out from exasperation and boredom combined. It was the one part of being a leader that I despised, yet I knew the necessity of remaining active in the legal side of things. If I allowed myself to slip the company could have easily taken us down a path that as artists we didn't want to take. So I endured the legal talk for the sake of retaining control.

When I was finally able to leave the confines of the prison-like board room, I opened my phone only to find my heart stop beating in its tracks. 16 missed calls from my ex. 25 text messages. My first reaction was to think that someone had died, or perhaps something severely wrong had happened in her life.

She was a girl I had met a few years before; beautiful yet innocent, and together we had hidden a relationship from the public eye for over a year before eventually her own jealously ended things. She had told me never to contact her again, and so this sudden re-emergence into my life made my heart feel like it was being ripped open.

Calling her back, I listened to the dialling sound before it finally pulled through.

"Hello?" I said, but it came out more as a question. My heart was hammering against my chest as I waited for whatever she had to say.

"I miss you," she breathed into the phone, and I found my heart melt at these words, "Can I see you again?"

"I'm going on tour," I replied flatly, leaning against a wall.

"I know," she said slowly, "Maybe I could come with you? I could bring a friend to keep me company."

My stomach dropped at this and I hung up the phone without saying goodbye. I should have known better than to think that this was merely an innocent phone call. I should have known better than to think that anyone could love an idol without hoping that they would benefit in some way.

It was a reminder of why it was important to only keep people I trusted around me instead of people who would try and get things out of me. Perhaps in the past I had been too naive - let too many people in who didn't deserve a chance - but now I knew better. I had learnt to trust my gut over everything else.

***

Returning to the dorm with a slightly heavier heart, I was cheered up by the sight of five boys crowded around Taehyung as he reported his news. Tae was always the sweetest lover, and I never had qualms about women being scared off the job by him.

"She looked so pretty under the dimmer lighting of the room, it seemed to show off every dip and curve of her body," Taehyung said with starry eyes, and Hoseok merely rolled his own before shaking the boy.

"Was it an overall pleasant experience?" the elder asked, and Taehyung sighed.

"None of you would understand the beauty in two people becoming one in the act of intimacy-"

"I'll take that as a yes," Hoseok replied before leaving Taehyung's monologue.

The group soon split off to go and do their own things and Yoongi came to spend time with me. He was a complicated man at the best of times, but also one of the most amazing specimens on this earth.

"The new candidate looks promising," Yoongi said, fiddling with my new recording equipment while he spoke, "Wonder how she'll fair down our end."

"Probably the same as usual," I retorted back with a grimace on my face, "You'll scare her away."

Yoongi glared at me for a moment before sighing, clearly tired of this battle which we seemed to have every week. I wanted Yoongi to realise how irrational he was being, but the elder wouldn't listen to me. His standards were sky high and he never seemed to budge from them.

"I don't understand why everyone else gets to accept whoever pleases them but I have to settle," he argued back.

"Yoongi, the only girls that please you are professionals," I replied back, not wanting to have this argument again with him, "Who knows, maybe [Y/N] will surprise us all."

"Or maybe she'll just be like every other girl," he sighed before leaving my room in a mood, probably going to write a few songs before he became reasonable again.

Laying back on my own bed, I wondered what my own experience with [Y/N] would be like. I hadn't spent enough time with her to know what kind of person she was, but I could see a glint of something special in her eyes. There was something about her that was definitely interesting, I just hadn't discovered it yet.

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not gonna lie, I hate this part of the story because they haven't met yet but things will get more exciting soon!

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