“So, you like rap?” Namjoon asked, and Jinsol fixed her school bag as she sat down next to him. She made herself comfortable and then she faced him.

“Not really” Jinsol took a sip of her drink. Namjoon thought it was crazy that she only had a smoothie for breakfast when she was actually great at cooking. “It was Youngjae who forced me to go” she explained.

 “So you didn’t like it?” he tried not to sound like he cared too much, even though he was actually curious about her answer.

She gasped in surprise and shook her head immediately.

“I never said that!” Namjoon smirked, pleased with her answer. “It was actually super cool. Like, the way you said it all, and you moved around stage, and all those feelings in your words….” she was talking and talking, moving one hand in the air as she spoke, saying every single word with excitement and something that sounded like pride.

Namjoon couldn’t hide his surprise, and she stopped talking in such a loud voice.

“It was cool” she gave him a thumbs up.

Namjoon took out his mp3 and he put it in her hands before he helped her with the headphones. She blinked, obviously confused.

He didn’t say anything else. He just tucked behind her ear a strand of hair that was messy because of the headphones. “Yoongi asked me to show you this. He needs an opinion” Namjoon explained. She nodded slowly, trying to process the proximity between them. He didn’t seem to notice, but it was kind of bothering her.

“I don’t know about rap though” she confessed.

“That’s the point” he chuckled at her naivety, but she didn’t listen, because she was already immersed in their music.

She was so concentrated on listening, that she kept moving her lips, and she occasionally followed the rhythm of the melody with her head. It was fascinating how she was so focused on something as simple as listening to a song. She was probably the kind to give it all no matter what.

The tomorrow we’ve been waiting for becomes the name of yesterday at some point, tomorrow becomes today, today becomes yesterday, tomorrow becomes yesterday and is behind me.

Life isn’t about living along but living through; as you live through, you’ll disappear someday, if you keep spacing out, you’ll be swept away, if you ain’t no got the guts, trust.

It’ll all become yesterday anyway so what’s the use? I wanted to become happy and strong but why am I getting weaker? Where am I going? I’m going here and there but I always come back here. Yeah, I’ll probably flow somewhere, is there an end to this maze?

When the song was over, she gave the headphones back to Namjoon. She wanted to ask something, but hesitated a few times.

“What is it?” he questioned.

She stayed silent before she managed to speak.

“He really wrote this?” she looked amazed, to say the least. And she was. The lyrics were still echoing in her mind, once and twice, and all over again. She wondered how, someone who’s actually so young, could be capable of giving advices through his music like that. She found it admirable.

“We both did. What do you think?”  

“You too?” she ignored his question, surprised by the fact that he also wrote that song.

He smirked in sarcasm. He was kind of offended.

“Yeah, me too. “

She didn’t say anything for a while, instead, she distracted herself with her skirt. Jinsol was never the kind to feel jealous or envious, even though she never thought of herself as someone talented. But until now, she had never met someone who could do something as impressive as composing a meaningful song.

Sure, a lot of people were good at writing books, or playing an instrument and stuff like that, but she had never been that close to someone that talented. It was always