Being the sidekick of your own life and frankly, I don't care. It was incredibly pathetic during High school but now it is peaceful and relaxing but life throws its curve ball just to screw with you...
Dense (Y/N). Tons of fluff. 2012 kind of cringe...
"Where are we going?" I ask but Namjoon doesn't stop. I finally realize he is walking me back to Yoongi's office.
"Didn't you already see me try?" I ask with a sigh but he doesn't stop. He has a firm grip on my hand.
Namjoon just straight up goes into Yoongi's office. Yoongi actually looks up from his papers and stands up immediately. I notice Namjoon doesn't let go of my hand but it doesn't matter. At this point, I don't really want him to leave.
"Thanks Namjoon, I'll take it from here" Yoongi says. Please don't leave me! Namjoon looks at me and I send him a pleading look but he anyways lets go of my hand.
"Sure, I'll be right outside if you do anything" Namjoon says seriously to Yoongi. He leaves without even looking at me. He closes the door behind him.
"Yoongi" I say with an unwavering tone. It's not that I'm scared of him, it's just that I really can't handle him. "(Y/N), please take a seat" he says as he goes round his desk to the sofa on the other side of the room. How come I never noticed that there?
He nods to the sofa next to him. I reluctantly take a seat on the indicated couch. He surprisingly has comfy seats. I thought it would be as stiff as him.
There was silence hanging over our heads. Why did Namjoon bring me here? "...I may have misjudged you" Yoongi eventually speaks up first. I just look at him with no face change. "...I-well-Uhm-I" he says, trying to search his words.
"Hey, it's ok" I say with a slight smile. Maybe he's just awkward with people like I was.
He looks at me and I see a sight that I never thought I would see. Min Yoongi gives me a nod with a very very small smile.
"So, Namjoon wants us to be friends, how 'bout it?" I say as I take out my hand for him to shake as if we were signing off on a deal.
He nods and shakes my hand. "Cool, then I guess I'll see you around" I say as I stand up. He nods.
I walk out of his office to see Namjoon leaning against one of the walls.
"How'd it go?" He asks the moment he sees me. I continue walking and he follows me.
"What do you want me to say? I guess we are on better terms now" I say with a shrug. "Oh, ok" he says, still following me.
"Tell me, you had something to do with that right?" I ask. He looks at me but I just keep my eyes forward. "Yeah-but I had to do something" he says.
"Thanks" I say. I am not completely happy that he's interfering but oh well.
We arrive at my office and Namjoon throws himself on my couch. I sit behind my desk and begin working again.
After some time, I hear snoring noises which leads back to Namjoon. I couldn't help but laugh. I walk over to the couch and shake him awake. He slowly opens his eyes. He looks at me, blinks a few times and then realizes what's happening. He yawns.
"I guess, I'll get going. Don't work too late" he says as he stretches a bit and gathers his things and stuff it into his backpack, crumbling all his papers.
"Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow" I say as I head back to my desk. I keep on working until I let out a yawn. I check the time and decide it's time to go home. I leave everything as it is and lock my office. I see the floor is completely deserted.
I head out the building. Of course there were a few people working, being the night owls they are or working the night shift. I see the usual guy at the front already left, replaced by a new guy. I greet him and head out. It's quite dark but the streets are lit by the street lamps. I walk past a few people, mainly couples being all lovey dovey.
I eventually get back home. I take a warm shower and dress in my sleeping clothes. I make myself a small dinner consisting of a chicken breast with rice.
While I waited for it to cook, I stand in the kitchen, phone in hand, searching for my next song. I was still running my YouTube channel. The older fans has already given up trying to find out my identity but the newer ones are quite persistent.
I am very happy with where I am with my YouTube channel. It has really grown. People make covers of the songs from the songs I did. I started singing my own music about five years ago but I mainly still just do covers. Some celebrities even mentioned my channel before.
I have a lot of videos on my channel so there are even fan made videos on my progress and remixes. A lot of people give hate because of the fact that I don't want to reveal my identity or say anything about myself.
They call me selfish and self-proclaimed when that really isn't the case. I'm still too shy to say anything about my personal life because I still think people won't care so I just stick with the covers.
I actually have a small sound proof room in my apartment. My drums sit there with the rest of my instruments. That means I can play anytime without disturbing anyone. I usually keep the door locked just in case something happens but it's almost always open whenever I have free time.
I find a beautiful song and decide to play it as it is.
(Refer to the song at the top. Or really anything you want.)
I have upgraded my equipment such as my microphone to give my best that I possibly can. And besides, I don't want to sound like a disgruntled ogre.
I eat my dinner with the speakers playing the song. The song ends and goes over to the next one and the next but I really don't think I will be able to go to sleep if I don't sing that first song. It will be stuck in my head the whole night.
After dinner, I quickly clean my kitchen and what I made dirty with the song playing on loop. I'm just going to sing it, I'm not going to mess with the instrumentals. I search up the lyrics and start practicing. I practice for one hour until I am satisfied.
I get my equipment ready. I grab a huge hat that will cover up till the tip of my nose. I paint from my nose to my shirt where they won't see.
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(I know it's kind of difficult to imagine so here's images. This is what I'm sort of talking about. The fact is that it covers half the face.)
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(This is the makeup but the blue line ends just above her nose and the skin colour will be a different colour like green. Whatever you want your colour to be. This honestly looks super cool.)
I only wear make up for my videos otherwise I don't really wear it. For me, it's a hassle to get up earlier in the morning just for makeup and it's a hassle to take it off including by the eyes.
I obviously try not to look like a troll but I really can't handle makeup. Of course, I don't walk out of the house if I know that I don't look proper so sometimes I wear a little foundation or lipstick.
I start recording and immediately start singing. I sing the song over a few times until I am completely satisfied. I take off the hat and check the computer to see all my voice recordings are there.
I start editing, cutting it a bit to add and delete so that only the best stuff is there. I add on the different harmonies I created. I go through the whole song to see if I missed anything. I feel pretty happy so I start editing the actual video. I cut off the first part and the last parts. I make a few alterations. I cut, paste and copy. I add the lyrics, once I'm satisfied, with different styles and colour that I think the song should be.
I finally get all the editing done and put it all together. I finally post it and shut off my computer. I stretch and yawn. I check the time to see that it's almost midnight. I sigh and get myself to the bathroom.
The beauty of wearing sleeping clothes is that I don't need to change again. I just wash off all the makeup and I'm all done. I get ready for bed and I sleep so peaceful until my annoyingly rude alarm woke me up.
