t u e s d a y

10:43 a.m.

Your POV

I open my eyes and become blinded from the light shining into my room.

"Since when is it so bright here?" I groan, sitting up in my bed.

My head is killing me. I rub my temples, hoping it would relieve my pain a bit. It helps...barely. I let out a sigh, and reach for my phone on the side table. My screen lights up, showing the time. I squint my eyes, trying to read the time. Another thing, I need to get new contacts. I make a mental note.

A/N: Your outfit

"Shit, I have to get ready," I panic, jumping out of bed.

I head to my clothes and pick out random articles of clothing. I throw the clothes on and look into the mirror hanging on my wall next to my door.

"Nice hair Y/N," I sarcastically say to myself.

I fix my hair to my best of abilities. I really need to redo the blue. I think while I adjust my glasses. I grab my bag and my phone, and head out of my room. As I turn around, I bump into someone's chest.

"Woah, slow down," a voice says.

I look up to see Yoongi. I back up, brushing my clothes down.

"Morning," I say.

"Good morning, I was just about to wake you up," Yoongi says.

"Quick question, why didn't you wake me up earlier?" I ask out of curiosity.

"Well, I did try earlier, but you didn't budge so I let you sleep," he tells me.

"Besides, you came back late last night, you needed the sleep," he adds, crossing his arms.

I nod my head with a sigh.

"Next time, just wake me up," I state, fixing my bag strap.

"Okay, well, go eat. Then, we can head to the studio," Yoongi says, turning around and walking towards the living room.

I follow behind him.

"Good morning Y/N!" Seokjin greets with a smile.

"Morning Jin," I reply, placing my bag on a chair.

"Did you sleep well?" he ask, waddling over to me.

"Hmm, so so. How about you?" I reply, holding my hand out and moving it side to side.

"I slept good," he says, taking a sip of whatever is in his mug.

"That's good," I say, walking into the kitchen.

I see Jungkook sitting on the counter staring at his phone.

"You know there are chairs here, right," I tease, opening the cabinet and grabbing a mug.

"Oh, hi Y/N," Jungkook says, a little startled by my sudden presence.

I smile at his reaction.

"You're wearing glasses," he points out.

I walk over to the coffee pot and pour the earthy brown liquid into my mug.

"Yes, I am," I reply, opening the fridge and taking out the carton of milk.

I pour a splash into my drink. The white milk swirls around in the coffee, slowly becoming a tan color. I hear Jungkook say something, but I couldn't understand what he had said.

"What was that?" I ask, looking up from my mug.

Jungkook looks up from his phone, "huh? Nothing," he says. A dumbfounded look on his face.

"Okay then," I reply, sipping my drink.

I look towards the window, it's so bright outside. I don't mind to much. I can see the street is not as busy as it normally is. There are a few children playing in the street. Oh to be a child and carefree again. I sigh, coming back to reality.

"Something wrong?" Jungkook asks, a concerned look on his face.

"No, no, I'm good," I reassure him.

He nods his head, and slides off the counter.

"I know you said that it would just be the rapline today, and the rest of us should rest. But, can I tag along, I want to go over something I wrote with you," He says.

Playing with the popsocket on the back of his phone case.

"Sure, I would love to see what you wrote," I reply, excited to see what he has written.

Jungkook looks up, a smile paints his face.

"Really? Okay, I'm going to go get ready. Don't leave without me," he says, skipping out of the kitchen.

I giggle at his child-like reaction. Adorable I think, bringing my mug to my lips and sipping my coffee.

"Someone seems to be happy," I turn my head and see Yoongi.

"So it seems," I say.

"Jungkook is joining us at the studio," I add.

Yoongi nods his head.

"Has anyone ever told you that you look good in glasses?" He tells me, leaning against the counter facing me.

I tilt my head in confusion. That seems like an odd compliment.

"I'm not sure how I should take that, but thanks? I guess," I reply.

"It was meant to be a compliment," Yoongi chuckles.

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Jungkook's POV

The five of us get out of the van and walk towards the entertainment building. I notice Y/N is still standing by vehicle, looking around. What are they doing? I wonder.

"Are you coming?" I ask Y/N, they look at me and flashe a smile.

"Yup," they say, jogging over to the doors.

We walk in and head into the elevator and Y/N presses the button for their studio. The doors glide open. Y/N is first to leave, leading the way to their studio.

"It might be a little cramped but come in," Y/N says, opening the door.

Yoongi, Namjoon, Hoseok, and I all walk in. I notice the couch is now on the right of the room, pressed up against the wall near the door. Before, the couch was on the other side of the room. I look around and see the little trinkets Y/N has on their desk. Interesting. I think to myself, noticing the tiny snow globe on the shelf. They must miss home. I note, seeing that it says 'New York' on it.

"Okay, here's what is going to happen," Y/N says, clapping their hands together.

They walk over to their desk and takes out their laptop. Even though there is a desktop setup.

"So, what's going to happen is...I'm going to send you guys out and work each of you individually," they state, typing away on their keyboard.

I nod my head listening to each word they say.

"Alright, Yoongi, we have to record your verse. Namjoon, Hobi, and Jungkook, you three can hang out in the meeting room or one of the other studios. You guys will work or go over what needs to be done. When I need you, I'll come and get you," Y/N says, looking up at us.

I'm not going to lie, I feel a little intimidated. It's not that I feel intimidated, but I can certainly feel a strong authority persona come from Y/N when it comes to work. When it comes to their work, Y/N becomes more serious. A little scary at times, but for the right reasons. I'm really happy that we get to work with Y/N. It's crazy how they're not a clarified artist. They totally should be!

"Any questions?" They ask.

"Nope, we'll see you in a bit," Namjoon says, opening the door.

With that, the three of us walk out of the room and into the hallway. We walk down the hallway and appear in front of Namjoon's studio.

"Hey, Kookie," Namjoon calls me.

"Yes?" I reply.

"Have you written anything else? For your song," he asks, opening the door to his studio.

"A little revisions here and there. I was hoping to show it to Y/N today, and see what they think," I say, plopping myself onto the chair.

"Can I see?" Hoseok asks, batting his eyes.

"I suppose, it's obviously not done, so," I tell him, taking my notebook out of my bag.

I hand the notebook to Hoseok.

"Thank you," he says, happily taking the notebook.

I slouch into the chair, nervous for what he will say. Oh, what will Y/N say? What will they think? I wonder, feeling even more nervous.

"Aw, Jungkook, this is sweet. Look at you, so caring," Hoseok says, smiling.

He ruffles my hair and hands me back my notebook.

"Yah! Stop that!" I exclaim, looking over my writing.

"I'm sure Y/N will approve, they know a good song when they see it," Hoseok tells me, reassuringly.

"Or you know, they make one," Namjoon laughs.

I smile, feeling a little less nervous. Nothing to be scared of.

A/N: Hello! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. If you could vote that'd be greatly appreciated. Okay, have a nice day or night, stay safe and healthy luvs<3

P.S: You look cute, stop denying you wonderful bean<3