To say that his sleep had been good would have been a huge lie. Chan-woo had spent most of the night tossing and turning in his sleep. By the time the morning had come around, he was laid flat on his back with his eyes wide open. Thoughts plagued his mind which he couldn't seem to shake. It had probably been the worst sleep since his arrival there. And that was saying something considering he had slept on the hard, wooden floor in the busy lounge room, not once, but a few times.

Well aware he wouldn't be able to sleep anymore, Chan-woo got up off the couch and sauntered over to his phone near the wall. He took it off charge and stretched his back as he stood back up. His eyes widen as he saw it was 6:25am, shocked to see how early he had woken up. A heavy sigh left his lips as he shuffled back over to the couch and laid back down.

Chan-woo unlocked his phone and scrolled through all of the missed notifications he hadn't seen since from the night before. He was rather astonished to see so many from Instagram. Intrigued to see what the abnormal activity was all about, he opened the app and went to his notifications. His eyes widened as he saw the influx of likes and comments on his latest post.

Never before had something he posted received so much attention from the people that had followed him. His curious eyes grazed over the comments. There were a few that asked where he was, ones that stated they didn't know he had moved, some that said the room and its view looked amazing, and others that simply wished him the best of luck to where ever he had moved. He spotted a few comments from his old co-workers which made his heart flutter from the loneliness that suddenly surged through him.

A small smile graced his lips as he liked all of the comments. A strange feeling rushed through his body as he considered that majority of these people didn't really know him, they had just shared university classes with him. But it felt nice to wake up to such interest and kindness from strangers. He wondered why the sudden change though. Was it because the place looked fancy? Or was it just strangers being nice? He didn't know.

The very last comment on his picture caught his attention and the small smile turned into a large one as he read it. It was from his old boss, Kim Minho. He had said he loved the view and was jealous he couldn't join him, but that he is very happy for him and his proudness was annoying the other co-workers. A small chuckle filled the silent room as he liked the comment, his eyes full of happiness, and a content smile lit up his face.

Just as Chan-woo went to exit the app, his phone vibrated in his hands as a text came through. Excitement ran throughout his veins as he saw who it was from. The one and only Daniel had messaged him. His heart raced as he opened the text quicker than he could blink his eyes. He was so engrossed in reading the text that he didn't notice the people that entered the room.

Danny:
Hey Channie-ah! Just wanted to check in with how you are going? Hope you have a good day.

Chan-woo:
Good morning Daniel Hyung! I didn't sleep well last night. I had a lot on my mind. There is so much happening that is making me worried. I hope you have a good day too.

It felt as if his heart would explode any second as he waited for the reply. There was just something about Daniel that made Chan-woo feel all giddy inside. He would instantly become all shy and giddy whenever he interacted with the other, and it had been like that since the very first day he had met him. But internally he denied what Hoseok had teased him about the day before in the car. And he would continue to deny it despite what his body told him.

Danny:
I'm sorry. Next time you have a day off, or you have some free time, just let me know so we can meet up and you can tell me everything that's on your mind. Here for you bud, keep fighting!

Bud... Bud. Chan-woo's heart painful halted to a stop and sunk to his stomach as his eyes stayed trained on that one word. He wondered why it hurt so much. Maybe if he wasn't in denial, he would understand. But he was so deeply oblivious to his feelings that he just pushed the conflicting emotions off to the side to deal with another time.

Chan-woo:
Thank you. And will do. I have to get ready now. Bye Hyung.

While it wasn't a complete lie, he decided to end it there because he was just too internally confused to keep any conversation going with the older male. Chan-woo sighed in defeat as he felt his previous good mood slip away from his grasp. He sat up on the couch and scratched the back of his head as he looked around the now semi-busy room.

At the table was Hoseok, Jin, Jimin, and Taehyung. They sat in silence as they ate their food with a tired look upon all of their faces. A frown settled upon his face as he adjusted to sit cross-legged on the couch. He looked down at his phone to find the time was now just after 7am. He looked back over to the table and caught sight of Jin's icy gaze on him.

"We have to be at BigHit in just over an hour," the oldest said to him just as coldly as his gaze. The sudden statement caused the others to look at Jin before they turned their own cold eyes towards Chan-woo. "I suggest you get ready so you don't make us late."

Chan-woo's heart dropped at the sneer on Jin's face and the cold eyes from the other three. Silently, he nodded and got up from the couch. He walked over to his bag instead of getting himself breakfast. He admitted the main reason he felt turned off from having something to eat was the way Hoseok had looked at him. He missed that warm smile so much. He just needed some space from the older before he would be spending the entire day with him.

Fresh clothes in one hand, his toiletry bag in the other, and his towel thrown over his shoulder, Chan-woo walked over to the open bathroom door. He entered and double checked no one was in there before he closed the door and locked it. He firstly emptied his bladder and then quickly brushed his teeth. Impassive eyes stared in the mirror as he hastily undressed himself while he waited for the shower to warm.

He didn't want to spend long in the bathroom in case the others needed to use it before they all had to leave. The entire time he spent underneath the warm flow of the water, his mind was chasing itself in its usual circles. He absolutely hated himself for not being able to shake away the intrusive thoughts or images of Hoseok and Yoongi. He loathed his mind for tormenting him 24/7. He just wanted a break from it all.

Water dripped from his soaked hair down to his chest as he stepped out of the shower and onto the bath mat. Chan-woo grabbed his towel from the vanity and hurriedly dried his body. As he worked on that, he heard footsteps that paced back and forth in the hallway, along with a few annoyed huffs. His body froze and tensed as his eyes stared at the closed door.

A furious blush rose on his cheeks as clearly someone was waiting for him to be done. Internally he hated the thought of making someone wait, so he forgot about properly drying his body down and instead started to get dressed. In Chan-woo's rush to pull his clothes on as quickly as he could, his slippery feet accidentally went out from beneath him and caused him to fall over. A loud thud reverberated throughout the bathroom and the person on the other side paused in their pacing.

"Fuck," he harshly bit out while he pulled himself up to his feet with the help of the vanity, pain had instant begun to radiated from his left ribs.

"Everything okay?" a soft voice floated through the door.

"I'm fine," Chan-woo growled out in irritation.

Embarrassed and in pain, he didn't mean to snap at the other person, but he tired to reason it was partly their fault. Chan-woo straightened up and finished tugging his clothes over his damp body, a little more carefully this time. He ignored the pain that had flared up as he collected all of the strewn items across the floor and vanity. The second he opened the bathroom door, his eyes locked with concerned brown ones that belonged to none other than Hoseok.

The two silently stared at one another, soft eyes looking into emotionless eyes. The longer the seconds dragged on, the more Hoseok's eyes grew in concern. His brown eyes gazed down upon the clothed body to check for any visible injuries. Chan-woo's eyes grew darker and a glare appeared unbeknownst to him.

With a scoff, Chan-woo wordlessly turned and walked away before he was given the opportunity to accidentally lash out at the other. That was the first time in a day that the older had even remotely showed his previous kind behaviour towards him. That was the first time in a day that the older had looked him in the eyes. That was the first time in a day that the older had checked in on him. He couldn't stand being anywhere near Hoseok any longer.

A storm begun to brew deep within the pit of his stomach. He felt angry, confused and annoyed. He just couldn't understand how one could go from being caring, to cold, and then back to caring once more. And of course he had to be in the middle of it all with no explanation as to what he had done to cause it. Instead, he was left in the dark to figure it out on his own.

In the living room, he stood in his corner and haphazardly dumped everything except the towel to the ground. With his back to the others, he continued to dry the still damp hair. Chan-woo took a few deep breaths in and out to calm himself as he vigorously rubbed the towel on his head. Perhaps he was merely irritated at the other boy because of the lacklustre sleep he had had overnight? Perhaps...

Chan-woo tried to rationalise his unstable and unpredictable mood by the less than perfect quality of sleep he had got. He tried to push away any more thoughts on the matter as he cleaned up his little corner and pulled on some fresh socks. He didn't want to blame anyone else for how he felt, it wouldn't be fair. Even if Hoseok and Yoongi were the cause of this confused bundle of emotions that swirled within him, he wouldn't blame them.

With his shoes on, his backpack on his back, and his phone in hand, Chan-woo stood up straight and adjusted his hoodie to rest at the top of his head. He turned around and surveyed the room to find no one was paying any attention to him. Part of him didn't care that it was that way. But deep down, he just wanted to be held close and told everything was going to be okay. Even if it was by Hoseok or Yoongi; he didn't care who at this point.

As Chan-woo silently walked out of the apartment and waited for the elevator, he couldn't help but crave to be seen as the kind hearted, broken boy that he truly was by any of the other boys. His entire being craved to be gently held again, to be lightly touched as if he would break in their hands, to have quiet words whispered into his ears. He wholeheartedly missed the friendship he had been in the midst of building with Yoongi and Hoseok.

His legs walked on autopilot towards the BigHit Entertainment building as he stayed caught up in all of the emotions within. He craved to be accepted and to please the other members, a bad habit instilled in him from early on in his childhood. Although the desperation to be accepted by and to please his parents had ultimately been tarnished from the abuse he had suffered at their hands. He had resigned to the fact they would never give him what he had craved for and those needs had been stuffed deep within him as he begun to transform into an emotionally numb child.

But something had reignited in him ever since that time Hoseok had first started to show his caring nature to him. It only grew more after Yoongi had hugged him for the very first time, followed by Hoseok. He hadn't realised it back then, but now he saw the need to be accepted had been reawakened that night in the arms of those two. The need to please had been revived that night when he had a taste of a kind touch for the first time in years.

It made sense to Chan-woo as he thought back on his buried childhood emotions. This was the first opportunity in basically his entire life to fill that black hole in his heart, to look at building his own family. He realised that the sudden distance from the older two hurt more than it would any other rational person because he had much more at stake to lose. He could almost see the chance at a normal life slip through the cracks in his hands before his very eyes.

"Chan-woo?" a voice drew the young man out of his trance.

Chan-woo looked up in front of him to find the familiar gruff features of Choi Hye, his previous vocalist coach, stood in front of the building with a very gentle smile upon his face. If it wasn't for the older man calling out, he would have one hundred percent kept walking passed the building. With a smile on his face, he waved and walked over to Hye while simultaneously checking the time. He had a few minutes to kill before the group would arrive by the looks of things.

"Good morning Hye Hyung. How are you?" asked Chan-woo as he stood in front of the other.

"Good morning to you too," Hye smiled at the politely mannered young male. "I'm doing decent for such a fine day. How about yourself? How have you been since I last saw you?"

"I'm glad to hear that," he smiled before it flattened out into a nervous expression, not sure if he should tell the truth or not. "I have been okay, for the most part."

"Did something happen? Are you okay?" the older looked over Chan-woo with concerned eyes and frowned as he noticed how pale and tired he seemed to be.

"Well I did run into some health problems a while ago," he gulped and looked at the ground in shame as he felt the familiar blush rise upon his cheeks. "B-But I'm working on getting better."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Hye sighed as he reached out and gently touched the younger's shoulder. "If you ever need anything, I'm only a call away. I assume Bang PD-nim knows about it all?"

"He does and he has been so helpfully with my recovery so far," smiled Chan-woo in a show of reassurance. 

"And apart from the health problem, how have you settled in so far? Any problems with the boys? Do I need to set any of them straight?" Hye asked jokingly but there was also a hint of seriousness underlying in his tone.

"Ah no, there's no need," he gulped nervously again. He just hoped the other wouldn't probe into the issue to much. The last thing he needed were for the boys to get reprimanded. "Everything is fine. As good as it could be."

"Hmm," the older hummed as he narrowed his eyes. "You don't really seem confident about that, Chan-woo."

"I-" Chan-woo begun to say before he noticed movement to the left of him. 

He looked over to see his group members emerge from the usual grey van, before they briskly weaved through the crowd towards the entrance of the building. Chan-woo's heart dropped, as did his face unconsciously, as he saw none of the members look out for him. He wasn't surprised, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt him.

"I'm very sorry, I have to go," Chan-woo smiled at Hye before he awkwardly started to step around him. "The boys just arrived. It was very good to see you Hyung! I hope we can catch up again soon."

"Have a good day Chan-woo," Hye turned as he watched the younger walk around him and waved at him with a slightly sad smile lighting his face. "Take care of yourself, yeah?"

"Of course, and you too, Hye Hyung" he nodded before he turned around and walked away to hurriedly catch up with the group.

Chan-woo pushed his way through the busy crowd on the street and into the building. His eyes took a moment to adjust to the light difference once he stepped inside. He peered around the huge lobby until his gaze landed upon the seven boys that were making their way toward the elevators. Chan-woo held on to the straps of his backpack as he lightly jogged through the people that leisurely strolled through the lobby.

Falling in to step behind the silent boys, Chan-woo noticed a lot of stares from the people around them. He noticed some were directed at himself. Although there were different emotions behind the stares he received, with it being either more inquisitive or baffled, compared to the admiration he saw in their eyes as they looked upon the well known boy group. He ignored them as one of the elevators opened up and the group stepped inside the completely empty space.

None of the boys looked Chan-woo's way as he squeezed himself into the crammed space. The doors to elevator closed only for it to amplify the painfully obvious silence that hung heavily between the members and the small, broken boy. His eyesight stayed downcast the entire way up. He keenly focused on his shoes as to avoid any exchanges of glances and avoid feeling any worse than he already was.

The second the doors opened onto the floor they were supposed to go to, Chan-woo swiftly stepped out and stood to the side with his head down. He saw the shoes of each person walk by him, not a single word was uttered his way. Only once the entire group had passed him did he dare lift his head up. His heart pounded in his chest as he was ignored like he had been continuously since arriving.

Chan-woo fell in step behind them as they made their way down the empty hallway. His eyes wandered the few opened doors to find they were on the floor where majority of the larger studios were. He wondered if the day's agender would hold a recording session. He could only imagine how delightful it would be to watch and hear his favourite artists record music in person. Despite how they treated him, they still held a special place in his heart for all the amazing work they'd done and how they'd helped him deal with things in the past. So it would be an honour to witness their talent in person.

His attention was drawn out of his thoughts as Namjoon opened up a door on the left side of the corridor and headed straight in. Chan-woo could feel his heart race even faster as he got closer to the room. It felt as if his breaths were coming out in uneven and heavy exhales. He knew it was all down to the nerves that were currently flowing through him. Nerves about being stuck in a room for an entire day with seven boys who hated his entire existence.

The silence that fell upon his ears were deafening as he awkwardly stood in the doorway to the massive recording studio. Only the rhythmic sound of his heart filled his ears while he watched the group settle down on the comfortable plush couches and desk chairs behind the soundboard desk. There were a few spare seats that he could sit down in, but in all honesty, he didn't feel like being anywhere near the others.

With eyes downcast, Chan-woo walked across the room and to the very far right corner. He slid his backpack off his shoulders and squatted down beside it. After he unzipped his bag, he reached in and brought out his laptop as well as the device's charger. He leant forward and plugged the charger into the wall, before he zipped his bag back up and moved it to the side. 

While Chan-woo was getting himself set up and comfortable in the corner of the room, he missed the many glances thrown his way. By the time he had sat himself against the wall with his laptop now in his lap, none of the other boys were looking in his direction anymore. The room was, for the most part, silent as the group got themselves ready for the long day ahead of them.

"So I just wanted to start today's session off with a small update on the album events as well as our deadlines," Namjoon said as he turned around after he had started up the equipment on the desk before him. "As you know, Bang Hyung wants us to complete our third Japanese studio album that includes re-recorded songs in Japanese as well as a few new songs all sung in Japanese. Since our last session, he has sent me two songs that we need to do line distribution for, and the third song that I am helping with is almost done. So that will be top priority for today."

"That won't take long," nodded Hoseok after contemplating the task.

"I know," softly smiled Namjoon before he readjusted his position in the desk chair. "But we have a lot more to do and not much time left. We need to have this album ready in a week and a half, ready to be distributed in two or three weeks."

"Damn, we don't have long now," sighed Yoongi while he tiredly ran a hand down his face.

"We'll be fine. All we need to do is record the lines since we already have the tracks completed from the last album and two of the three new songs have already been produced ready for us," Namjoon tried to reassure the group after he saw the stress that filled them.

Chan-woo watched the group from where he sat on the ground and couldn't help the painful tang in his heart as he saw the united force between them. He gulped as he stared at the leader of the group, the powerful aura that surrounded the male affected him in captivating waves. He hadn't seen Namjoon take control as the leader in person before that point, so witnessing it in the moment was causing a breathtaking affect on him.

"After we've made a big dent in that work, we can move on to working on our next full studio album," Namjoon continued after letting all of the information sink in. "As you know we will be releasing that in a month and a half sometime in May, and we have a lot of work to do for it. I'd like for us discuss as a team what songs we are looking for or if there are any particular themes you'd want to have included."

"Sounds good, Joonie Hyung," Jimin smiled as he simultaneously lifted his arms above his head and stretched.

"Alright, does anyone have any other questions or concerns before we start for today?" the soft spoken leader asked while his eyes scanned the room except for the corner where the quiet boy sat.

Some of the members shook their head in response to the question, while the rest simply sat still in silent anticipation. Chan-woo could feel the excitement build in his stomach as he awaited for the start of the very first studio session he'd ever be a part of. The members stayed seated as Namjoon setup the computer before him to bring the lyrics up. Seeing that it would be a few minutes before anything would happen, Chan-woo got busy on his own computer, determined to make good headway in his latest song.

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A few hours had passed by since they had arrived at the studio. The boys had impressively finished distributing the lines for the two new songs and recorded half of the songs in the Japanese album. Chan-woo had spent his time spilt between his own work as well as intently observing the group record their songs in awe. He hadn't moved from his spot on the ground, partly afraid to get in the way or draw any attention to himself.

Namjoon had instructed everyone to take a half an hour break before they would continue on the other album. The maknae line and Jin had decided to go eat some food in the large breakroom a few floors down. Hoseok had disappeared to the store to get some snacks for the rap line. Namjoon and Yoongi were both on a computer furiously working away at organising the assembly of the recorded lines. Which left the two alone with Chan-woo.

The room was silent for the most part except for the sounds that came from all three computers and the faint beats from each of their headphones. A heavy sigh left the youngest's lips as frustration built up inside him. He had been listening to the track on repeat for the last twenty minutes while he tried his best to write more lyrics. No words had come to his mind for a while and he had simply been staring at the screen with glazed over eyes.

Resting his head against the wall behind him, Chan-woo allowed his eyes to close on their own and tried to calm himself down. He would always work himself in this agitated state whenever he couldn't make any progress. As he drew in a shaky breath, he reminded himself why he wanted to make this particular song and the meaning behind it. The sad melody floating through his ears helped calm him down simultaneously as he finally opened his eyes once more.

Before he could focus back on the laptop's screen, his eyes caught sight of movement near the door to the studio. His eyes landed upon Hoseok with two small plastic bags in his hands. The older closed the door behind him and went to walk behind the oblivious pair at desk, but briefly paused mid step as his eyes caught sight of the sad eyes that stared at him from the ground.

If it was possible, Chan-woo's heart completely stopped the moment their eyes locked on one another. His breath left his body, his face flushed, and the only thing he could see in that room was the concerned brown eyes that belong to Jung Hoseok. The memories from earlier that morning briefly flashed through his mind and a heavy, hot wave of shame washed down his entire body.

Chan-woo forced his eyes to move back to the laptop that sat on his lap as the intensity behind the look he was receiving felt like too much. His heart continued to pound radically in chest while his cheeks remained scorching hot from the mixture of embarrassment and shame. Even though his eyes were trained elsewhere, his focus was still very much on the movement from within the room.

From the corner of his eyes, he watched Hoseok place some food in front of the two that were completely occupied by the computers. He tapped their shoulders to gain their attention before he took some food for himself and sat down on the couch quite close to where Chan-woo sat on the ground. Occasionally, he could feel the older stare down at him as he quietly ate his lunch. His heart continually pounded away in his chest at the attention that was on him.

Time seemed to go by agonisingly slowly for Chan-woo as he stared blankly at the lyrics before his eyes. The same beats played over and over again, the same lyrics sung themselves in his head, yet his inspiration to write more would not come. He could feel the frustration building once more. He just couldn't understand why it was so hard to get around this road block. Normally he did a decent job at creating meaningful lyrics once he had created a track for it.

The door opened once more and in came the four boys that had gone for lunch elsewhere in the building. Chan-woo saved the work he hadn't made any progress on, turned off the music, and took off his headphones to give himself a much needed break. He knew that with the others returning, they'd probably get back to work in a short while, and he didn't want to miss out on watching them.

"Did you have a good break?" Hoseok asked while the others got resettled on the couches.

"It was okay," Jin smiled from the other couch. A big sigh left his lips as he sunk back into the soft cushions. "How was yours?"

"Very quiet with those two so preoccupied," Hoseok chuckled after he motioned his head towards the two still consumed by the screens in front of them.

"You should have come with us Hyung," laughed Jimin as he simultaneously reached over lightly pushed Hoseok in a teasing fashion.

"I didn't want to," Hoseok sighed in annoyance,  but with a small smile that tug at the corner of his lips from the teasing.

"Hoseok is no fun these days," loudly laughed Jin with his windshield laugh before he dodged the incoming pillow that flew his way from a flushed faced Hoseok.

"I agree with that," Namjoon suddenly said which caught them all off guard since the leader had been so engrossed in his work. "Now shall we get back to things?"

"Yes Hyung," enthusiastically smiled Taehyung, the others silently nodding in agreement.

"Yoongi Hyung," Namjoon said after he had lent over and pushed one side of the headphones off. "Save your work for now, we are ready to start again."

Yoongi turned his head and looked around the room to find that everyone had arrived back from their break. He noticed the sad pair of eyes that stared up at him from the ground, but quickly looked away after how much his heart hurt from the look. After he had swiftly saved the work on the computer, he turned around in the desk chair and lent back with a tired sigh. He tried his hardest to ignore the presence on the ground and tried to focus on the agenda at hand. But it was incredibly hard when Chan-woo and his sad eyes seemed to plague every corner of his mind.

"I think it would be sensible if we focus on our next studio album for the rest of the day," said Namjoon to the quiet yet attentive room. "Like you all know, we are aiming to release a four part series in the traditional Asian storytelling format that revolves around a self discovery journey to the importance of self love."

"Are we still doing that short film like we discussed a while ago?" Jimin asked with a small tilt of his head.

"Yes, we are," Namjoon smiled while he nodded in confirmation. "We have the first mini album 'Love Yourself: Her' as our beginning. The short film, which we need to work on very soon, will be the development. This upcoming album is our twist in the storytelling format. And then we will release one more album which will be the conclusion."

Chan-woo listened intently to what the leader was saying. Unbeknownst to him, his eyes were alit with sparkles of wonderment. For any of the others that shot quick looks his way, they instantly lost their breath upon seeing the glistening eyes. However, the youngest was so caught up in the moment that he didn't realise the attention was mostly on him. He was too captivated by Namjoon to notice anything else around him.

That was until the door to the studio opened. It drew the attention of everyone in the room, including Chan-woo's, only for the group to lay eyes upon Bang PD-nim as he stood in the threshold. The boys instantly stood up and bowed in their CEO's direction. Chan-woo took a few extra seconds to hastily shove his laptop off him and stand on his feet for the first time since he had arrived. After he quickly bowed, he straightened up to find the eldest with a frown thrown in his direction.

"Hello boys! I hope you don't mind me joining you for a few minutes?" said Bang PD-nim as he closed the door behind him and sat on one of the free desk chairs.

"Not at all," kindly smiled Namjoon while they all sat back down and got comfortable. "Stay for as long as you want."

"Channie-ah?" the older asked, everyone turned their heads to look at young boy that sat once more on the ground. "Why are you on the floor?"

The room instantly plunged into a tense silence as the other members of the group shifted uncomfortable. A few felt bad that they hadn't insisted the youngest sit on a chair or one of the couches like the rest of them. And a few members could feel their anger build within them as they thought how bad this could look on them.

"Uh," Chan-woo felt the heat on his cheeks grow intense from all of the attention. "I just needed a space I could stretch my legs for a bit but still had a power point nearby so I could take notes or work on my projects."

"Well I am impressed by your commitment. Just don't stay down there for too long, I don't want you getting hurt," chuckled Bang PD-nim with a smile on his face.

"Of course, Bang Hyung," Chan-woo nodded and looked down in his lap.

"Now, continue on with what you were talking about before I walked in," the CEO said after he gestured for Namjoon to resume talking.

"To carry on from where I left off, our next album will be the twist of the storytelling format. The theme of the album will focus on a love that is based on changing or hiding one's true self can never be fulfilling and will ultimately tear apart," Namjoon continued to talk as if he had never been interrupted. "We've had a lot of people submit offers to collaborate with us on composing lyrics. However before we look at outsourcing, I want us all to have a discussion now in case one of you have an idea about a song idea that could fit our theme."

The room grew quiet as they all looked at one another. Chan-woo kept his head down since he knew the discussion would not include him. His heart pounded heavily as the silence dragged on. A big part of him was curious if any of the others had any ideas. He knew that the group often turned to Yoongi, Hoseok and Namjoon to write lyrics and produce or co-produce songs. He wondered if he would ever be able to help them with the process since he had many songs written and partially or fully produced.

"Have any of you asked if Chan-woo has any ideas?" asked Bang PD-nim to break the silence.

"Uh, no," Namjoon answered quietly, all eyes turned once more to the youngest.

"Do you have any ideas that could help the group, Channie-ah?" Bang PD-nim asked again.

"I-I have one potential song that could fit the theme of the album," softly spoke Chan-woo as he felt his hot cheeks burn hotter.

"Well come up here and tell us all about it," kindly smiled the eldest while he gestured to the only desk chair available next to Namjoon.

With a nod, Chan-woo stood up and took his laptop with him over to the soundboard desk. He cautiously sat on the only desk chair and carefully slide his computer on to the desk. His eyes scanned the silent room and gulped nervously as he saw all eyes were intensely staring at him. He rubbed his sweaty palms upon his pants before he cleared his throat.

"Well I have this song I am currently working on," Chan-woo shakily begun to explain. "The reason I have written it may be different to what could be made out of it. But I have the rough lyrics of the pre-chorus, bridge and hook finished. I've already done most of the composition of the track, it just feels like something is missing from it being completed. S-So we'll just need to finish the versus and clean up the track."

"Alright, let's hear it then," said Bang PD-nim with a twinkle in his eyes.

"T-The demo track and lyrics? Like right now?" asked Chan-woo, his heartbeat pounded a million miles a minute as he saw the CEO nod his head. "O-Okay. Would you like me to connect my laptop to the speakers?"

"Yeah, sure," Namjoon smiled with an obvious strain as he turned around and grabbed an aux cord for him.

Chan-woo turned around in his chair and, with shaky hands, opened the track he had been listening to on repeat for most of the morning. He disconnected his headphones, gently took the aux cord from Namjoon, and inserted it into the plug. He took the paused song back to the very beginning and adjusted the volume to a reasonable level. 

His finger hovered above the play button as he took in a calming breath and squeezed his eyes closed. The first few notes of the all to familiar melody floated through the speakers that were spread throughout the room. Chan-woo kept his eyes closed as he begun to sing the pre-chorus loud enough to be heard over the music that came from the speakers.

"For you, I could pretend like I was happy when I was sad. For you, I could pretend like I was strong when I was hurt. I wish love was perfect as love itself. I wish all my weaknesses could be hidden. I grew a flower that can't be bloomed in a dream that can't come true," Chan-woo sung with all of his heart, the emotions coming through easily. 

He could feel his heart beat furiously in his chest and his hands sweat from the nervousness that ran through him. He didn't dare open his eyes in fear he would see their disgust or disappointment and then proceed to mess the lyrics up. He moved onto the hook of the song, and tried hard to keep his voice even as he thought as to why he had wrote these particular lyrics.

"I'm so sick of this fake love, fake love, fake love. I'm so sorry but it's fake love, fake love, fake love," his voice sweetly sung with a slight shake from the pure emotions that couldn't help but seep in to his words.

The beats reverberated throughout the room where the chorus would have just begun. Chan-woo grow silent as he quietly hummed along to the sad melody. He allowed the song continue in full even though he hadn't written anything for the versus or the chorus itself. He wanted them all to hear the track he had composed and know where parts needed to be filled in.

As Chan-woo continued to repeat the pre-chorus and the hook within the song, he could feel his body relax. His heart rate had settled, and his eyes weren't squeezed as tightly shut anymore. He was curious what would happen once the song would end. Would he be praised? Would his song be instantly rejected? Or would this be his chance to connect to some of the other members he hadn't yet been able to?

"Woo, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know why. Woo, even I, even I don't know myself. Woo, I just know, I just know, I just know why. 'Cause it's all fake love, fake love, fake love," he sung the bridge with sadness littered in hit tone, before he repeated the hook and pre-chorus one last time.

The melody faded away slowly and the room was engulfed in silence yet again. Only once Chan-woo had turned around in his chair to face his laptop, did he dare to open his eyes. He quickly paused the song before it would automatically restart. His face grew hot as his ears strained to hear any type of movement. He looked down at his lap in shame, thoughts about being a failure came flooding in instantly.

Slow claps rung throughout the room which surprised the youngest as he slowly looked up. Bang PD-nim was the only one who had been clapping, a wide smile plastered on his face, and what looked to be a proud expression adorning his face.  Chan-woo blushed at the action of the other, but was acutely aware no one else in the room had moved since he had started the track.

"That was amazing, Channie-ah!" Bang PD-nim praised him in astonishment. "There was a reason I recruited you and this is one of many. Not only were those lyrics powerful, and sung with true emotion, but the creative to compose and write such a song is truly stunning. I hope the boys see what I see in you now."

"Thank you so much, Bang hyung," said Chan-woo as he bowed respectfully towards the older. "But it still has a lot more work to do and it's no where near perfect."

"Don't be so harsh on yourself. It's on its way to being something great. Maybe if the group could see it fitting within the album, they'll help you finish and polish it," the eldest said while he smiled at each person.

"Y-Yeah, maybe," whispered Chan-woo as he looked at his clasped hands in his lap.

"Alright, well I'm glad I stopped by when I did. I'll leave you all to it," said Bang PD-nim energetically before he stood up from his chair. "Keep up the great work boys. I'm excited to see the outcome for the next two albums."

"Thank you for stopping by, Hyung!" Namjoon warmly smiled while he stood up and bowed towards the eldest, the others followed his actions instinctively.

"Good luck," the CEO smiled at them all one last time before he existed the studio without another word.

Once the door closed behind the elder man, the group sat back down in their respective spots with a sigh. Well, all except Chan-woo, who begun to unplug the aux cord ready to take his laptop back to his corner. The room was painfully silent as the youngest picked up his belongings, only the sound of his heartbeat thrummed in his ears.

The second he turned around, he momentarily froze as he saw all seven pairs of eyes were on him. He nervously cleared his throat before he walked back over to the corner of the room he had been pre-occupying all morning. He carefully slid down the wall and readjusted his laptop and headphones, all the while he wondered why no one had said anything.

"Jesus," Namjoon suddenly said with bewilderment laced in his tone. "Who was the name of the girl that broke your fucking heart? Wow."

The other boys laughed at the comment and the tension within the group seemed to ease away slowly. Except for Chan-woo who had tensed up at the question. The youngest tried his best to ignore the comment and fight away the tears as he put his headphones back on and played the comforting track of the song he had just shared for the first time with anyone. His heart broke as he knew the truth behind the lyrics. He hadn't written it because a girl, or a boy for that matter, hadn't broken his heart. He wrote it because of his parents. Not that he would be telling any of them any time soon.

As he tried to relax his body with the soothing beats, he couldn't help but notice all of the looks thrown his way. He was glad he definitely couldn't hear whatever they were surely discussing about him. Chan-woo was sure that there would be one or two more comments that made fun of his sad, heartbroken lyrics. And there were no doubt going to be comments made about his awful voice. But if the song that floated through his headphones had suddenly stopped, he would have heard a much different conversation.

"What did you think about that?" quietly asked Yoongi as his eyes stayed trained on the young man in the corner.

"That was..." Hoseok paused as he tried to find the right word. "It was breathtaking."

"I hate to admit it, but I agree with Hoseok Hyung," sighed Namjoon. "Not only was the lyrics beautifully written and meaningful, but the track he has composed for it is spectacular. There is barely a fault I can find. In his lyrics, in his track, in his voice. It's all just..."

"Perfect," Taehyung whispered as he finished Namjoon's unfinished sentence.

"Do you really think it could work in the album?" asked Jimin with a hint of jealous. He was one of three that threw looks of hate and scorn towards the youngest person in the room. "I mean it may sound great, but could you honestly write the rest of the lyrics to fit in with the theme?"

"Yeah, he has done a good job of it so far. I reckon if we continue to write the versus and chorus about losing ones self to love, it'll fit perfectly in the album," Yoongi said after neither of the other two lyrical writers in the room spoke. His eyes never left Chan-woo while he spoke, captivated by the beauty, both inner and outer, and wondered what else the younger was hiding. "It could go really far, this song."

"Yeah I agree," chuckled Hoseok. "Anyway, let's get back to work. Let's give Chan-woo some time to cool down. I can tell he is embarrassed after having to share that with us. But we'll have to talk about co-writing lyrics with him another time."

The group settled back into their previous work before the interruption of Bang PD-nim. The rest of the day in the studio continued with discussions on the next album. Potential meanings behind songs were spoken of. Suggestions of who they would or wouldn't accept collaborations from the people who had made applicants already. Excitement grew within the group when they saw a familiar name among the list, one they had recently collaborated with to make a remix of one of the previous songs.

Chan-woo stayed to himself for pretty much the rest of the afternoon. He kept his headphones on didn't get up to leave the room at all. He would occasionally shift from the pain that started to flare up as a result of being sat on the floor all day long. Whenever he would move, adjust, or sigh to himself, he would have stares thrown his way. He ignored each of them like they had done to him, still a little hurt about the comment Namjoon had made about his song. A part of him had already dropped any hope of this being the point of change in the dynamics of his relationships with the group.