Training

"Well, here is the studio." Namjoon rubbed the back of his neck. "It's small but I think it's enough for a beginning, right?"

Hoseok looked around them and smiled. "I'm sure that a lot of miracles can happen in this tiny studio."

"Coffee?" Jimin asked his new friends who were sitting on the table.

"You know Namjoon-ssi, I really missed your songs during the last two years." Hoseok confessed with a sad smile.

The producer widened his eyes and smiled. "Why? There are a lot of other talented artists in South Korea."

"I know." The dancer sighed, "But, your songs were really special to me. Usually, when I listen to music I just enjoy the beats, but when a song is under your name, I know that I should pay more attention to the lyrics. Your words talk to me." He said while looking at the table.

Namjoon was left speechless, he often heard from people that his songs are good but no one ever said those words to him.

"He's right hyung." Jimin said after putting their cups on the table and sitting next to Hoseok.

"Your songs always leave a deep impression." He stopped speaking for a moment, like he was thinking about something and continued, "Honestly, I was about to give up on music before but, when I came to Korea and listened to your songs, it kind of motivated me more. You became my inspiration."

Tears were about to fall from Namjoon's eyes. "Well, I'm really touched guys, really. I thought that the world would forget me after that incident, that they will remember me more as a pervert than a musician."

Hoseok put his hand on Namjoon's. "I believed in you before, and I still do hyung." He was looking at him with a serious face.

"So, what should we start with?" Jimin asked.

The producer wiped a tear and cleared his voice. "We will start like what other idols do, we need a training. Hoseok will be more concentrated on dancing and rapping, and you Jimin will focus on singing and improving the songs that you wrote."

"You write songs Jimin?" Hoseok asked with a surprised face.

"Well, just a few ones but they're not that good." He blushed. "What about you Namjoon hyung?"

Namjoon sighed. "I'll just supervise you."

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"Your state is improving well Yoongi-ssi." Doctor Choi smiled.

"When will I be able to get out of this hospital?" The patient asked, not really caring about his health's state.

"You need a few more weeks of rest, your body is still not completely ready."

Yoongi sighed.

I really need to get out of this fucking boring hell.

"Doctor, can you bring me a paper and a pen?" He suddenly asked.

The doctor lifted his eyebrow then laughed. "Of course, wait a moment."

He put his head on the pillow and kept staring at the white ceiling.

"I don't even know where to go after." He whispered.

His thoughts were cut off by the doctor who came back with a notebook and a pen.

Yoongi stared at the pen for a long time, it wasn't just a simple pen, it looked quite expensive.

"Doctor, why a-." He didn't have the time to finish the sentence. The physician put his hand on his shoulder. "You seem to have a lot in mind Yoongi-ssi, you want to write it and convert it into a song right? I must guess that you were a musician."

The patient looked at him with confusion, it's true that he suddenly felt like writing his thoughts, that doing it will surely make him feel better.

"How can you know if I was a musician?" He asked him.

The doctor pointed at his hand. "Look at your showing veins, if you're not an athlete then you must be a musician, you maybe played the piano before."

Yoongi looked at his pale hands like he was seeing them for the first time, he took the notebook and started to write.

Sick of the same day

The repeating days

The doctor smiled like a proud father then left him alone.

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Two weeks have passed and it was already tough for the guys, Hoseok had to manage his time between training and his dance classes. Jimin needed to study for the finals and had to invent excuses to escape from his house without his parents doubting him.

Namjoon tried to contact his old musician friends but no one responded to his calls, he needed some help for the birth of his new artists but it seemed like he will have to face everything alone.

But nothing stopped them from having fun together, the two young trainees got to now each other better and already became good friends, sometimes Taehyung would come to the studio to watch them practicing or to hang out together. It was amazing how a life could change in just a few weeks.

"Namjoon hyung, wanna hang out with the three of us?" Jimin asked.

The producer was suprised by this proposition. "Me? Is it alright?"

"Of course!" The three friends said, making their hyung smile from ear to ear. He was feeling lonely these days, he needed someone to talk to, someone to have fun with, he wanted to be happy. He only had them and his mother in his life.

"I know a good coffeeshop, let's go there!" Said Taehyung with his box smile.

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"Doctor Choi, someone should take care of Yoongi's hospital bills."

"Let's talk about this another time Soohyun-ssi, the most important thing right now is his health condition."

Yoongi could hear the doctor and the nurse's whisperings but he pretended that he was still sleeping. When they left, he finally opened an eye and breathed heavily.

"Shit, I forgot the hospital bills." He mumbled to himself. "I don't even remember myself, where can I find money to pay them?" He scatched the back of his neck.

"Fuck my life."

He was getting really tired of this room, he was tired of seeing the same walls, same devices, same people, he was tired of that smell, that hospital smell.

He was also sad when other patients get visitors, theirs beds always surrounded by flower bouquets, chocolate boxes and family smiling and offering love to them. He wanted to cry but he couldn't, he was dying inside.

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It was late at night, he got up from his bed and put his notebook and pen in a plastic bag.

"I need to get out of here." He whispered while looking at the others who were already sleeping.

He was about to go out of the room when he stopped. He looked at his bed and sighed, he put down the bag and pulled out his notebook, he tore a sheet to write something on it then left it on his bedside table before leaving the room.

Thank you for everything Doctor Choi.

-Your stubborn patient-