A/N: Tons of cursing. I'm sorry.

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“I listened to your song, the one that Yoongi likes so much,” Bang Si Hyuk spoke. “You two have a really similar style of music. Working together won’t be hard for you two and I suppose that’s the reason why Yoongi keeps on insisting that I’d give you a try.

“You see, Ah Reum, BigHit is successful because of versatility. You know I learned this technique as Bangtan Sonyeondan went further as a boy group. My kids, including Yoongi,” Bang Si Hyuk pointed at Yoongi who was sitting right beside me. I looked at Yoongi, and he just nodded as Bang Si Hyuk continued talking. “They started out differently. Hip Hop was what I wanted. I didn’t really plan the production of BTS as much as I planned for Glam since I trust the boys so much. I thought they could raise Hip Hop beyond its underground scene and they didn’t disappoint. Rap Monster got to collaborate with the King and Queen of Korean Hip Hop, and international artists, and Suga here released his own mixtape for free but still earned millions.”

Once again, I glanced at Min Yoongi who just continuously nodded along with Bang Si Hyuk’s words. When he noticed me looking at him, he just gave me a smile. I looked away and pretended not to care but I was just trying to hide my smile. I think I blushed a little, hopefully, no one noticed it.

“The producers of BTS’ songs, um, P.dogg, Slow Rabbit, Supreme Boi, they all had their own styles and that’s what I love about them. But people demanded for a specific type of music, and all of them adjusted just to meet the demands.” I was so convinced with what Bang Si Hyuk Nim was discussing until he mentioned the adjustment of the producer’s music style. I couldn’t help but cringe at the idea. “Suddenly, we mixed hip hop with EDM and added a little bit of Pop. And just like that, BTS became the hottest Kpop stars.”

I looked at Min Yoongi, I wanted to see what his reaction is because I knew that he’s not really the type to adjust everything that he is for fame. Disappointingly, he still had the same expression on his face and just agreed to Bang Si Hyuk’s words.

“Wait, what?” I finally spoke.

“Your style of music does not really fit Bangtan Sonyeondan. It’s not what people are expecting them to perform.” I just looked at him in confusion. I didn’t know how to respond with that. “So if you can produce a track that you think will suit the audience of BTS, then I could give you a contract with this company.”

“No!” I exclaimed. Yoongi sat up straight and looked at me with a hint of annoyance in his face. He mouthed “What?” but I just ignored him. “I produce music to express myself, not to please anyone. Society won’t tell me what to write.”

“And you’re expecting to make a career out of music?” Bang Si Hyuk raised one of his brows. He was still chill after even being slightly yelled by a no one like me. Meanwhile, Yoongi looked incredibly stressed by how I reacted to Bang Si Hyuk.

“Tablo, Giriboy, Code Kunst, Gray,” I enumerated some of my favorite producers just to prove that some artists make it through just by being themselves. But before I even get to explain, Bang Si Hyuk quickly countered.

“Do they produce the biggest hits?” Bang Si Hyuk scoffed.

“Tablo-”

“Worldwide?”

I just kept silent. Because I know they don’t. I respect those artists so much though. And I know their songs are heard beyond South Korea but of course, they are not as big as BTS. Which makes me think that what Bang Si Hyuk said is legitimate. I mean, who am I to know? I’m just a waitress who enjoys producing songs. I didn’t even get a formal education about music so who am I to argue?

“If it weren’t for Yoongi, I won’t even give you a chance,” he continued. His eyes were piercing, it kind of scared me for a moment. “You’re lucky enough to be here. If you want to continue being a damned waitress, then stick with your own belief. But if you want a brighter future, you know what to do.”

His words were degrading. It was a huge disappointment, I was waiting for things to happen and I thought I was finally there. But it was just another false hope. Tears started to collect in my eyes but I didn’t want them to see me cry. “ this,” I said and just stormed out of the office. I quickly ran out of the office, hoping that none of the staffs would notice me crying.

I kept on pressing the elevator call button as if that would make the elevator go up faster.

“Hey, let’s talk,” Yoongi gripped his hand around my wrist once he spotted me. He held me extremely tight as he dragged me back in the office and to his studio. I kept my head as low as possible because Min Yoongi dragging a little girl inside his studio would surely call an attention.

He slammed the door behind him and crossed his arm as he watched me cry in front of him. I couldn’t look at him, so I fixed my eyes on the ground and just waited for his to say anything.

“I gave you a ing opportunity of your lifetime,” he said through his gritted teeth. “That’s my ing boss you ing yelled at!” He kept his tone calm and low but he eventually failed. His paper white skin quickly turned red, I’ve never seen him get so angry before.

“I can’t do it,” I sniffed.

“You’re ing hopeless,” he shook his head and started walking around the room back and forth. He scratched his nape as if he was nervous of something. “You know if you want to be successful, you just have to stop being so ing stupid. What the is wrong with you?!”

When he called me stupid, I was triggered. Once again, they say I’m stupid. At home, my father calls me stupid for quitting college and my mother calls me stupid for not being like my brother. At work, customers call me stupid when I forgot to give them an extra packet of sugar. And now, Min Yoongi calls me stupid for not giving the music I want to make up.

“This thing is full of ,” I answered. I was trying to defend my choice, but I’m kind of bad at explaining my feelings. “It doesn’t make any sense! It’s like a toxic relationship with art. I don’t want it.”

“You are so ing naïve!” He was obviously so stressed out. “The big guy trusts me so much. And now that I recruit someone in this company he was ing excited but I just disappointed him because of your ing selfishness. Great ing job!”

“I make music because it’s how I express myself,” I explained. “I’m not like you who does it for money and fame!”

“Money and fame? Really?!” His eyes circled. He punched the wall with his bare hands and it was hard enough for his knuckles to bleed a little. In that moment, I found out why the members hate making him mad. His temper is extraordinary.

“Of all people, I thought you’re the one who’s gonna understand,” I tried to calm down so we could just take the issue calmly. But his words stung me; stupid, naïve, selfish. “I was wrong about you. I’m so disappointed in you.”

“You’re disappointed in me?” He scoffed. “Who are you to say that? Just so you know, my music isn’t just about me because it’s not supposed to be always about ourselves. I try to inspire and motivate. That’s what I do.”

Yoongi took a deep breath before responding, “You’re too shallow, you don’t know anything.” He opened the door and gestured for me to leave.  “Get the out of here,” he said.