Genre: Angst Requester: Jung Jaehwan     I sat beside him, my heart fluttering as I looked at his side profile. My boyfriend, Yugyeom was busy writing lyrics for GOT7’s next album. He was tired of the other members writing their own raps or being called the ‘baby’ of the group. He wanted to show others he was capable of writing a song, too. Yugyeom’s eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, his lips slightly parted as he mumbled lyrics to himself. Right now, he was the most handsome. I could see how much being an idol meant to him, and I loved him endlessly for it. I leaned my chin on his shoulder, peeking at the lyrics. I could see that he was getting frustrated with his lack of process, as he kept closing his eyes and scribbling out lines he had written. All of a sudden he slammed his pencil down, holding his head in his hands. I pulled one of his hands from his face and squeezed it. “Yugyeom, are you okay?” “Yes.” He snapped. He looked back at me, and seeing my surprised expression, he calmed down. “Sorry. I’ve been stressed lately.” I his hand with my thumb, smiling at him. “It’s fine, I understand. Take a break. Things like songs don’t come to you straight away.” Yugyeom nodded and pulled me to his side. “I’m glad I have you by my side Soorin.”   Yugyeom’s P.O.V   I took another sip of my coffee, thinking about Soorin again. I could easily say that she was my muse. With her around it felt as if I could do anything. Lately she was everywhere; cuddling with me watching TV, brushing her teeth beside me, coming to the JYP building and visiting me. At first, I didn’t mind it, because I found it sweet that she wanted to spend time with me, but after a while, it seemed as if I couldn’t spend time by myself. Don’t get me wrong, I loved spending time with her, but I did need my alone time, too. “Hey Soorin-ah,” I pecked her lips, a smile appearing on my face. “I have to go to practice today. We’re still working hard as usual.” Soorin pouted, so I gave her a kiss. “I’ll miss you. Don’t work too hard.” I nodded. “And look after your health too.” “Got it.” I muttered under my breath and headed off to the JYP building. I knew where to go. There was a small room with a keyboard and a desk that the others would go in to write and practice their vocals. That was the only place I would be able to find peace and quiet. I leant my head on my hand, taking out the pen from my back pocket and tapped it on the table. I needed some inspiration, a tune, perhaps. My thoughts were broken by a text from Soorin. ‘Gyeommie, have you eaten yet?’ I had to admit, I loved it when she called me that, but at that moment it was the last thing I needed. I put down my phone and hummed any random tune that came to mind. Come on Yugyeom, you can do it. I glanced at my phone again as another text came through. ‘Don’t work yourself too hard!’ I sighed and closed my eyes for a minute to think clearly. ‘Are you busy?’ ‘Yugyeom?’   “How am I going to get any work done if you keep messaging me to see how I’m doing?” I mumbled to myself, picking up my phone and hesitating. Who could I call to help me? JB is our leader. He’s mature and should be able to help. Mark is the oldest and he’s like a big brother to me. Jackson is loud and makes me laugh and would take my mind off of Soorin. Jinyoung would probably just sit here and nag at me like the mother of the group he is, but he would be comforting. Youngjae and BamBam are young, so they’d probably not know much about girls, however, they are closest in age to me, therefore we’d be able to have more fun. I scrolled through the members’ names, thinking it over. I eventually decided that my best bet would be Jinyoung. I needed comfort, but most of all, advice. Maybe he would knock some sense into me, so I called him. “Hey Jinyoung hyung. Umm, would you mind coming over to the JYP building? I need to talk to you about something.” Hearing the distress in my voice, Jinyoung agreed and told me to wait in the practice room for him. Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I sighed and threw my cap to the floor. The door flung open. “Well I suppose it must be urgent. Did you have an argument with Soorin?” I heard Jinyoung ask. I greeted him with a pat on the back. He raised an eyebrow at me. “Not exactly. She’s just being… clingy. Sure, she’s always been making sure I’m okay and baking treats for me while I’m at work, but this is different.” I ran my hand through my hair, sighing heavily. Jinyoung sat do