It’s no secret that Jennie has no head for writing songs (which is why YG never uses her self-compositions) but she likes being included in the process.

To her pleasant surprise, Yoongi takes her opinions seriously. He slows and smooths the track at her comment of roughness, and spends nearly half an hour rewording a single line when she tells him it sounds awkward.

Her initial coolness melts under such consideration. It turns out, what she assumed to be arrogance is actually a sense of humor drier than most deserts.

It turns out, Yoongi is hilarious.

In the short afternoon they brainstorm the lyrics together, Jennie is surprised at how often she finds herself biting back a smile, especially when it seems like Yoongi has made it his personal goal to kill her with sarcasm.

When he’s not cracking her up unintentionally, Yoongi tends to trail off into thought, long, bony fingers tapping out a rhythm to words only he can hear. Then he types up something new and asks her opinion on it.

In these moments, Jennie finds it difficult to keep her eyes off his profile—his sharp jawline and prominent collarbones. She aches for something she can’t put words to. When Yoongi smiles at her with just his eyes—narrow, lined with the evidence of too many all-nighters, but still so warm—Jennie feels even more lost.

But hesitantly, hopefully, she smiles back.