Somebody.
Somebody.Namjoon is an independent and hardworking guy. He's one of those lyrical geniuses, and his intelligence is beyond belief. Making lyrics has been his habit, and it never fails to make people stunned.
I've been roaming around
Always looking down at all I see
Painted faces, fill the places I can't reach
He always says that his hobby is just walking on the sidewalks. In literal. He enjoys seeing the hectic road, looking at so many people with different hopes and dreams.
He enjoys wandering around the street just looking at the crowded city, because it helps him find ideas. Making dissing raps is also one of his specialtied, although sometimes he feels guilty from doing it.
You know that I could use somebody
You know that I could use somebody
But there's one time when he sees a girl, just in a comfortable white tee and shorts, complete with a pair of high red converse sneakers. He sees her walking towards a park with a couple of friends, with a skateboard in each of their hands. He takes a close look at her, and she looks totally delighted. Her body moves so gracefully, along with the skateboard under her feet.
Someone like you
And he starts to look back at himself, and realizes that his life is totally the opposite from hers.
And all you know, and how you speak
Countless lovers under cover of the street
She starts chatting with her friend, and he can tell that she's an outgoing person, someone who truly enjoys her life. She doesn't feel burdened with the presence of a couple in front of her, which are her friends. She just laughs along with them and feels grateful for her life, thankful of it for as it is.
You know that I could use somebody
You know that I could use somebody
And he looks back at himself again, and finds out that his life is nothing but darkness. He spends most of his time either just wandering alone in the streets or working in his studio room.
Someone like you
And he needs someone who can help him find happiness.
Off in the night, while you live it up, I'm off to sleep
Waging wars to shape the poet and the beat
I hope it's gonna make you notice
I hope it's gonna make you notice
The next day, he sees her again, walking out from a building with papers in her hands which seem to be tasks. They seem like they're going to take hours to finish, but he doesn't find any hint of annoyance in her face. She immediately gets into her car and drives away.
He suddenly thinks of himself again, who can only spend his nights in his room, trying to find the right words for his songs, and to find the right beat for the music.
Someone like me
Right after he finishes his songs, he can only lay on his bed due to fatigue, and probably his friends can only do the same. Too tired to have some fun.
Someone like me
Someone like me, somebody
After looking at the mirror again for several times, and after gathering up his courage, he decides to spend thr night in a club. He tries his best to look outgoing, by walking casually, not too serious.
And there, he finds her again.
Dressed in a leather jacket, ripped jeans and heeled boots.
She's chatting with her friends from several days ago, with a glass of cocktail in her hand.
I'm ready now
And that's when he hesitantly approaches her, ordering a drink beside her.
She realizes his presence, and flashes him a light smile.
He smiles back, and looks back at the bottle rack behind the bartender, not knowing what to do. He takes his order and immediately sips on his drink.
The girl looks at him again, building up a conversation.
"New here?" She says as she offers a handshake.
"Umm. Yeah. Been too busy to go to clubs." He answers, accepting the handshake.
Her grip is soft yet bold, showing both confidence and friendliness.
"Busy? Hey, I'm also busy. But I always try to enjoy nightlife," she says, grinning.
"What keeps you so busy? What do you do?" She asks, taking a sip of her drink.
"Underground rapping", he says, looking down to his feet.
"Really? Wow! That's cool! I'd love to hear your creations!" She says with her eyes gleaming in awe.
He chuckles and takes out his phone.
"Want to hear one?" He offers.
"Sure!" She says in excitement.
He plugs his earphones to his phone and offers her one of the earpieces.
'I hate self-help books more than anything in the world
bull telling us to do this or that
they have no backbone and believe other’s words
so that bull is a best seller
what do those guys know about you
your dreams your hobbies, can they understand?
if you look less at wits, there are a lot of things that change
you were born as a hero, why are you trying to become a slave?
“because it hurts, it’s youth”
that kind of definition is the biggest problem
in life a genre is a trap, just like music
because you become an idiot as soon as you’re tied down there
that. you the only one ever
even if you’re not perfect you’re limited edition, leggo
anyway someone wants you
so just do you
do you do you do you do you
(do the you want)
do you do you do you do you
(do the you want)
do you do you do you do you
(do the you want)
do you do you do you do you
what the you want?
I’m not pop, I’m not rock, I’m not funk, I’m not R&B or hiphop
all the kids who don’t know what they are yet dig, earlobes
“skirt and skinny jeans? that’s not hip hop!”
so is A$AP not hip hop?
are you more hip hop than A$AP and Kanye?
those old classical geezers can get behind me
like I said, fashion will soon be passion
if you write it in Korean it’s the same, 패션 (phae-syeon)
if you go to Hongdae instead of letting down your pants for no reason
just wear what you want how you want to, that’s swag, that’s it
(whoa!) if you follow the trends that’s good
(whoa!) if you’re totally different that’s good
just you yourself is hood, originally everything from the beginning
there was nothing right or wrong, just that various things are different
haters gon’ hate and players gon’ play
muas keep muin all day
follow my , my friend and I’ll pay
I’ll spit instead of you
tweh
do you do you do you do you
(do the you want)
do you do you do you do you
(do the you want)
do you do you do you do you
(do the you want)
do you do you do you do you
what the you want?
since you did what you wanted to do, even if you’re thirty
there are a lot of adults who can’t hold in their
these people who clamor for respect with their own mouths
even they don’t know the misjudgments of those words
freedom and self-indulgence, they’re obviously different
the method for knowing the time and place
copy it down exactly and pretending they’re not, ers packing it up
that what I do is better than their music
who raps better than anyone
who does this better than anyone
that, I am just doin my thang
so you just do your thing,
I’m doin me just doin me
who were you so far
that’s right, we were friends
nothin’s everything, everything’s nothin
nothin’s everything, everything’s nothin
nothin’s everything, everything’s nothin
nothin’s everything, everything’s nothin
do you do you do you do you
(do the you want)
do you do you do you do you
(do the you want)
do you do you do you do you
(do the you want)
do you do you do you do you'
"Wow." The girl drops her jaw, extremely thrilled by the song.
"Sorry for the curses", he says , rubbing his nape. "Hey, that's what makes an underground rapper, y'know", she says and chuckles. He can only nod sheepishly in response.
"Just. Wow. How can you produce something like this, really? This is pure greatness."
"Wow. Thanks", he says, surprised.
"Personally, I think that in an idol group, anyone can take the rapper role. But it takes a litterateur to go underground," she compliments.
"Nah, there are still a lot who are way better than me", he says.
"Of course, but I think even yours is already beyond mad," she says and chuckles again.
"Oh, hey! We haven't introduced ourselves yet!"
"Oh, right! Guess we're already too immersed in each other's life than names," he chuckles.
"Kang Jaerin, architect".
"Kim Namjoon, underground rapper", they introduce each other and shake their hands again.
"Your girl must be proud of you", she compliments again.
"Nah, haven't got any." He says, rubbing his nape again.
"Really? Someone like you hasn't got any girlfriend?" She says, shocked to hear his response.
"Yeah. You?"
"Well, haven't got one as well", she says and grins sheepishly.
"Seems like we're both too busy for romance", he says, shrugging.
"Yeah. Hey, can we meet again another time? You seem like a lot of fun", she asks.
"Sure. Here's my number." He offers his phone.
Someone like you, somebody
And with that, Kim Namjoon is no longer a pathetic guy.
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"What's wrong Jae?" He stares at the dreadful-looking girl in front of him, plastic bags in her hands.
"I think I'm about to die," she says and throws her body onto him. He quickly wraps his arms around her frame.
"Seems like someone needs to hibernate", he says and chuckles. He takes the plastic bags from her hands and lifts her up on his back.
"Be careful, that's food", she mumbles in his neck.
"I know", he says, chuckling again. He puts all the food onto the dining table and lays her on the couch.
"Have you eaten yet?" He asks, squatting down to reach her eye level. She shakes her head sleepily.
"I want to sleep", she mumbles and stuffs her face in a pillow.
"Hey, you have to eat first, i can't stand the gurgling noises from your stomach", he teases.
"Really?" She immediately blushes.
"Kidding. But you really have to eat", he pulls her arm.
"Argh, I want to rest I'm so tireeeeddd," she tries to pull her arm away from his strong grip.
"Yah, are you out of your mind? You'll get sick. Eat first", he begs.
"Please give me some rest, jjoonnn", she says, annoyed.
"Alright. If you insist". But then, he suddenly stands up and gets on the couch. He puts his body on top of her and kisses the life out of her. She immediately opens her eyes and pushes his body forward.
"Hmpph! Hey! Are you insane?! Get off! You're heavy! And stop kiss-" He covers her lips with his again, but this time, he does it more aggresively. "Hmph! Argh! Fine, I'll eat!" She crosses her arms and changes into a sitting position. She's about to stand up, but he suddenly lifts her up on his shoulder like she's a little baby.
"OH GOD NAMJOON I'M NOT AN INFANT OR SOMETHING OKAY PUT ME DOWN WHAT THE HELL NAMJOON, LIFTING ME IN THIS KIND OF POSITION!" She yells and tries to push his body away. He only chuckles and puts her down on the chair. She gives him her laser stare and chews on her food harshly.
"You're gonna pay for it, you big pile of poop". He only chuckles again for the umpteenth time and takes a seat beside her.
"I'm also tired, you know", he says, resting his chin on his palm.
"Why?" She asks, still focusing on her food.
"It's just, my friends seem to be giving me hatred nowadays", he released a huge sigh.
She took a sip of her drink. "What have you done so wrong to make them hate you?"
"Well, you know that i've signed in a company, and now they start dissing me, saying that I'm a betrayer because I'm no longer underground".
She huffs a sigh. "They're just jealous of you, Namnam", she pinches his cheek.
"Hmph", he pouts.
"Ajjujjuuuu my Jjoonie Jjoonie is being so cuteee", she puffs his cheeks, making adorable faces in reply.
"But, it's just that, I'm afraid I'm gonna get busier, since now I'm working in a company, which means I might get known and there will be less free time",
he says and sighs.
"You're worrying to much, Namjoon", she caresses his cheek and pulls him into a hug.
"Hey, you know what", he immediately releases the hug, his eyes full of passion.
"What?"
"Thank you".
And with that, he immediately rushes to his studio room, leaving her dumbfounded.
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"Jjoonie, it's already late. I've got to go now", she says, packing all her things. He stretches his body, yawning.
"Can't you just sleep over for tonight?" He pouts. "Pleaseee"
"I have work tomorrow, Namjoon".
"I'll drive you to your office tomorrow. Please just stay. Kay?" He gets up from his seat and approaches her.
"Aish fineeee", she gives up. Well, no one can't stand Namjoon when he's being cute.
"Yeay!" He hugs her tightly.
"Stop being so childish, you brat".
"Come here, help me finish my song", he gestures her to come inside his studio room.
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"Really, Namjoon, making lyrics in a blink of an eye", she says in disbelief.
"Nah, I'm not sure whether it's good or not", he says, offering the paper to her.
"Let's see", she flashes a smile.
'In the moment of my failure
will someone hold my hand?
in the moment when I come down from the stage
will that person be next to me?
just tell me that I can survive
in this cold world, just feel my vibe
I know one day at a time
the sun gon’ shine
I lost too many friends
you know that I did lost too many clans
being a singer, I lost too many bands
I couldn’t help but spit and spit, keepin’ repeating too many damns
gotta let my eyes watch too many ends
outside was a whole battlefield so I bring out the chopper
every night inside me I quietly fight with myself
my heart pounds, my colleagues stab me in the back
while saying that I became a moron after joining a company
yeah you I’m an idol, yeah yeah I’m an idol
at one time I hated it but now I love to get that title
when I come out on broadcast it’s all over, I’m different from those who are corrupted
now now I’m completely acknowledged and I just do me
whether I’m an idol or an artist, to be honest it’s not important
your attention when you look at me, that was all just me
stuck to the title and hung from a modifier
listen well, time is passing, the rap of a bastard who’s gotten a little smarter
it isn’t these words, wordplay, it’s just a warplay the world plays
again we fight just like soldiers, errday
yeah I walk properly when I risk my life on top of the beat
the today when I’m singing this song is my second birthday
my buddies the way you taught me, the confidence you got me
was more than ‘Rarri, Lambo, Mercy, Maserati you got me?
now just come give me an XO, go bring your next soul
an endless cynical smile but I’m Rimbaud, your time sent from hell
BOOM!
in the moment of my failure
will someone hold my hand?
in the moment when I come down from the stage
will that person be next to me?
just tell me that I can survive
in this cold world, just feel my vibe
I know one day at a time
the sun gon’ shine
in the moment of my failure
will someone hold my hand?
in the moment when I come down from the stage
will that person be next to me?
just tell me that I can survive
in this cold world, just feel my vibe
I know one day at a time
the sun gon’ shine'
"Namjoon, are you sure you made this? Because this is totally beyond perfect", she says in awe. "Thanks", he rubs his nape.
She suddenly gets up from her seat, approaching him.
"I'll hold your hand. In the moment of your failure, in the moment when you go down from the stage", she says, holding both of his hands.
"And in the moment when I'm all yours".
He pulls her into his embrace, her scent filling his breaths.
"You're all mine, Jae. And that can never be changed", he mumbles between her hair.
"Just always be positive, Namjoon. And you'll find yourself grateful of everything for as it is".
Namjoon is at lost of words. He finally realizes, that in life,
Dreams without love can never be called a success.
And so does the opposite.
All his life he had been in a pure darkness and dim lights before he met her.
By meeting her, he learns how to be grateful, how to find positiveness in every bad situation.
Now he finds out his true aim in life, the Namjoon who used to only wander around aimlessly has turned into a man with joy.
All because of that somebody.
I've been roaming around,
Always looking down at all I see.
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(a/n): Crappy, isn't it? :,,,
please forgive me for my grammar mistakes/typos :D
Luckychil®.
*BGM: 1. King Of Leons - Use Somebody
2. Rap Monster - Do You
3. Rap Monster - Awakening.
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