I NEED U

The next day, Jimin definitely ran after classes to catch the bus that dropped by the studio. He wanted to play the piano so bad.

"Oh, hey Jimin. You came so early today." Namjoon said.

When the other boys are absent, he spends his time arranging some old songs he started writing before the incident but he doesn't think about releasing them.

"I came for the piano hyung." Jimin blushed making the older burst out laughing.

"I knew it!" Namjoon laughed. "Start with what I showed you the other day, I'll come check on you later."

Jimin hurried to the small room where they put the piano, he took off his jacket and sat down contemplating the beauty of the instrument. He started playing a piece written by the young producer, it was not as difficult for him because he already knew how to deal with the instrument. (It's the piano version of I NEED U).

"Good afternoon hyung!" Hoseok finally arrived to the studio with a sport bag that he put on the chair.

"You're here Hoseok-ah. How was today's class?" Namjoon asked.

"Not bad, they are fast learners so I don't find any problems with them." He smiled.

He heard something coming from the other room. "Jimin is playing the piano?" He asked.

Namjoon nodded. "He's such a passionate guy, what can I do?" He chuckled.

Hoseok closed his eyes. "I love the song, it deserves a good slow choreography." He rubbed his chin. "I have my idea."

~~

They spent all the afternoon working, Namjoon was trying to write something but he still had no inspiration. Hoseok asked the older to send him the song Jimin was playing so that he creates somes moves that perfectly fit it.

Jimin was in another world, he repeated a bunch of times until he got the perfect notes.

He started humming along with the song and started singing some random lyrics during the chorus with his beautiful angelic voice.

I need you girl neon areumdawo

I need you girl neomu chagawo

I need you girl (I need you girl)

I need you girl (I need you girl)

He didn't hear Namjoon enter the room. "Amazing!" He exclaimed.

Jimin stopped playing and turned to look at the producer. "Oh hyung! Since when where you here?" He asked.

"Just a few minutes." He smiled. "I loved the lyrics Jimin-ah. I was honestly trying to write something but I couldn't."

"I'm sure we can do it together hyung." The younger smiled.

"Yes, you're right." Namjoon said while patting the younger's head. "Hoseok and I want to order pizza, do you want too?" Jimin nodded.

~~

The door bell rang.

"I'll open the door hyung." Hoseok said.

"Hello, you ordered three pizzas?" The young deliverer asked.

"Yes." Hoseok smiled and took his and Namjoon's boxes. "Can you give this last box to the guy in that room behind please." He asked.

"Okay." The deliverer was surprised because he never entered to one of the customer's houses.

The room's door was slightly opened, the young man wanted to knock before entering but a sweet voice stopped him from doing it. He was amazed by the boy who was playing the piano and singing with such a beautiful voice. He forgot himself and kept listening at him for a long moment before waking up from his reverie and finally knocking.

"Oh, you're the pizza deliverer." Jimin stood up to take the box from the young man who looked at him with wide eyes because not only his voice was beautiful but also his face.

"Thank you!" Jimin smiled.

"Oh, uhm yeah, b-bye!" The young deliverer nervously rubbed the back of his neck.

When he finally left the studio, he took a deep breath.

"So beautiful." He mumbled, thinking of that handsome stranger.

His phone vibrated in his pocket, interrupting his fantasies.

"Hello?" He answered.

"YA! JUNGKOOK-AH YOU'RE LATE! WE HAVE A BUNCH OF DELIVERIES YOU IDIOT!" His boss yelled through the phone.

Jungkook rolled his eyes, he felt like killing him but he had no choice. He needed money to pay for his singing classes.

"Alright, I'm coming boss!" He rolled his eyes and ran to his motorbike.

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Jimin's POV:

I was happy because I finally played the song perfectly, it was hard in the beginning but with some more practice I could do it. Namjoon is really good at making beautiful songs, I should thank him for giving me the chance to play this one.

"Hyung!" I went to sit in front of him. There were only the two of us in the studio, Hoseok left earlier because he was tired.

"Oh, Jimin-ah. I didn't know you were still here, I was so concentrated on my work." He told me with a tired smile.

"What are you working on hyung? I asked him curiously.

"Just arranging some old songs." He sighed.

"Oh, are they the songs we will include in our first album in the future?" I was excited at the idea that the great Kim Namjoon will give us some of his masterpieces.

He left a deep sigh. "I can't give you these songs Jimin-ah."

I lowered my head not to show him my disappointed face. I mean, I can understand why he doesn't want to give us his songs, he worked with the most talented artists before so, of course he won't let some unqualified people sing them.

"I would never let people attack you because of my past." He said with a low voice. "I want people to love your talent Jimin-ah, if you sing my songs they would hate you because you're singing a 'criminal's words'." He added.

My eyes widened at his words, I lifted my head to look at his sad eyes. I can't believe that I misjudged him.

"Don't say this hyung! You are not a criminal!" I hated when he blamed himself for something he never did.

"But it's true, maybe I haven't done anything but that's what people think. I can't win them." He said.

I was angry because he was saying this about himself, angry because people would believe anything they hear or read.

"Hyung! If you keep paying attention to people's opinions, you will never live peacefully." I sighed. "Let's live our life as we want it to be hyung. Let's be stronger than we think we are." I smiled.

We kept talking for a few moments before I decided to go home because it was already too late.

"Want me to drive you home?" He asked me.

"It's okay hyung, I'd like to walk a little bit."

~~

Seoul is a beautiful city, and even more beautiful at night.

The studio is in the Hongdae area whose charms light up at night. I liked walking here because when I felt tired or sad I could feel the youth and energy vibrating in this place.

The colorful lights are what amaze me the most, it is said that colors can heel your mind, well I definitely agree with whoever said that.

While I was walking, I heard something that caught my attention.

A deep and hoarse voice made my feet stop.

At times, I'm scared of myself too,

Self hated and thanks to the depression that takes over me

Min Yoongi is dead already (I'm dead)

What were these words? I mean, who can say these words? No, who can RAP these amazing words?

I turned to look at a guy sitting in the corner of a dark street, I approached to take a good look at him. He was wearing an hospital gown, did he run away from there? He seemed like he was transfered into another dimension, he didn't care about the loud city noises around him, he was living in his own world, rapping with his eyes closed.

I spotted a notebook beside him, does he write songs?

I approached him more until I could clearly see his face, he looked handsome. What is such a beautiful and talented man doing here, asking people for money?

It's amazing how his dark hair suited his pale and milky skin.

I wanted to touch it.

There is something else about him that surprised me: His hands.

He opened his eyes to catch me looking at him, he stared at me for a long moment, making me feel so uncomfortable.

Shit! This guy is so intimidating.

"If you're not going to give money, just go away." He said, coldly.

I quickly took some money from my pocket and put in the paper cup next to him.

"Do you write songs?" I asked him shyly.

"None of your business." He mumbled.

Why is he so rude?

"I happened to hear the words you were rapping, it's really amazing. Why don't you send them to an entertainment company or something, I'm sure they might accept you." I really meant what I told him.

He lifted his head to give me a killer look.

"I said it's none of your business, just go away!" He yelled.

I didn't care about his rudeness, I don't know how a sudden courage haunted me and made me take his notebook and pen and write our studio's address on it.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" He yelled, grabbing me by the arm with force until I fell on his legs.

I wanna kill him. But I need him.

"Look, I'm from a music company that just started." I lied. "We are recruiting talented people like you." I sighed. "I wrote the address on your notebook, I would like you to give it a thought. Come there when you think you're ready." I told him, staring at his cat eyes.

He chuckled. "Why would I join you? Just go away."

"I'll see you very soon." I winked before heading home.