Just One Day {BTS Yoongi}

Chapter 5

Park Jaehee

In that exact moment, I received a call. The caller ID read "Weird Yoongi". Well, what did you expect? He was, as a matter of fact, very odd. I mean, we didn't even properly know each other, but there he was, trying to prove himself to me, and flirting, and all that. Not that it necessarily was a bad thing, he was very handsome and attractive, but still.

I picked up the call and pressed my phone against my ear. "Hello?"

"My domain-"

"Wha-"

"is dopeman.com, scolded many with a mic,
Speech and action are like shackles,
my crime is an assault with my tongue.
You're so bad ever since you were born,
If you're gonna whine about this beat, just leave,
Look at the arrogance of the hip-hop con artists.
When you were playing underground,
BTS was playing at ground level.
Compared to you who sleeps all night,
I'm a workaholic, shopaholic,
Overspending on my pens that are more in number than your fans.
If I go all in and shoot, it's a goal in,
Goal in, I'm ballin.
When I hear your rap, I'm about to throw up.
My voice even bewitches your girlfriend.
The studio is my playground,
my partner is a pen and paper.
You think being escorted makes you powerful,
I hope you put down your mic.
If I'm the sun, you're the moon,
because when I rise, you go down.
All you hip-hip designer brand bastards,
come down from the foamy bubbles.
Hey, you brats, your crappy rap is a burden to others.
Take a break and wait, just go to Hawaii, go home.
See how far I go, all the rotten roots will be replaced.
Everyone, let's play a game,
without efforts, you'll just be grieving.
You think you can do music?
Just go look for a part-time job.
Although your short and thin career
will get you nowhere, I hope you survive,
keep rotting away, that's your label.
Your life is like a mudfish, your rap is recycled.
You save up and divide up the flow,
write it up and use it again.
Hey, beat, know that you're embarrassing,
just with 24 measures, you lay down sick.
Compared to your size, your rap is so thin.
Like your parents, my heart hurts every time I see you.
I'll put a period at the artery of your music career."

I stood there with my mouth hanging wide agape, not knowing how to react. I didn't grasp most of what he said, but still, it was amazing. "What was tha-"

"If only I had just one day, I want to peacefully fall asleep, intoxicated with your sweet scent...
If there's a chance in my busy schedule, I want to put my body in your warm and deep eyes.
I like that, your long, straight hair, your breathtaking neck when you put it up and the strands that fall out.
Wherever we go, my handbag is your waist.
Yo, ma honey, whenever I see you, I run out of breath.
Like the streets of Myungdong, our bgm is the sound of breathing.
Your voice when you say my name.
I wanna be locked in you and swim in you, I want to know you more.
I'm an explorer that's venturing through your deep forest of mystery.
I appreciate the masterpiece that you are, because your existence alone is art.
I imagine this all night, every day, because it's just a meaningless dream, anyway."

My mouth went dry. Just the thought of him being the composer of that lyrical masterpiece amazed me to near death. I had no idea of what to say, I was shocked. Then, I felt a burning sensation invade my cheeks, something that hadn't happened in more than three years.

"Are you there?" he asked, sounding clearly confused. "Did I overstep my boundaries?"

"Did you write all that?"