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Friday 5:59 pm
contact: namjoon | [1] messages

namjoon: have you got any ideas yet?

me: not yet

namjoon: well we could use mine

me: i'm not feeling them

namjoon: well we need to hurry up, time is ticking

me: i just need more time

namjoon: we're running out of time

me: i just need it, okay?

namjoon: the managers won't be happy but i'll see what i can do

me: thanks

me: and i'm going to have to miss tomorrows meeting at 2

namjoon: what why?

me: it's urgent and i can't say

namjoon: well the managers are gonna be extra pissed

me: i know just cover for me

namjoon: fine

namjoon: but you better get ideas soon

me: i will

me: thank you

(third pov)
Friday 6:04 pm

Yoongi was sat in his studio with papers laying around the place, sticky notes on almost every patch of wall he could see, and many different songs playing behind him.

He needed to think of something and fast for the upcoming album, he had 2 months to write a song and 1 month for the boys to practice.

Only one thing had managed to spark some tiny ideas in him. Or was it one person that was fuelling his ideas?

The room was crowded, the walls were filled, and his old inspirational places to hang out were all out of juice.

Nothing was giving him any inspiration. Apart from her.

When the rain started to pour that day they hung out, he lost all sense of the hate he had been getting and he was just filled with the moment.

The sense of the moment was just pure bliss and when he was next to her in that car, he just felt happy.

She was his inspiration and he needed to see her more, he needed to be with her.