Moon aka Y/N Miller. A popular music creator, the talk of the music industry for the past two years. The only problem being that no one knows who the person behind the screen is. When asked to produce BTS' upcoming album, the artist is conflicted.
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I open my eyes and become blinded from the light shining into my room.
"Since when is it so bright here?" I groan, sitting up in my bed.
My head is killing me. I rub my temples, hoping it would relieve my pain a bit. It helps...barely. I let out a sigh, and reach for my phone on the side table. My screen lights up, showing the time. I squint my eyes, trying to read the time. Another thing, I need to get new contacts. I make a mental note.
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A/N: Your outfit
"Shit, I have to get ready," I panic, jumping out of bed.
I head to my clothes and pick out random articles of clothing. I throw the clothes on and look into the mirror hanging on my wall next to my door.
"Nice hair Y/N," I sarcastically say to myself.
I fix my hair to my best of abilities. I really need to redo the blue. I think while I adjust my glasses. I grab my bag and my phone, and head out of my room. As I turn around, I bump into someone's chest.
"Woah, slow down," a voice says.
I look up to see Yoongi. I back up, brushing my clothes down.
"Morning," I say.
"Good morning, I was just about to wake you up," Yoongi says.
"Quick question, why didn't you wake me up earlier?" I ask out of curiosity.
"Well, I did try earlier, but you didn't budge so I let you sleep," he tells me.
"Besides, you came back late last night, you needed the sleep," he adds, crossing his arms.
I nod my head with a sigh.
"Next time, just wake me up," I state, fixing my bag strap.
"Okay, well, go eat. Then, we can head to the studio," Yoongi says, turning around and walking towards the living room.
I follow behind him.
"Good morning Y/N!" Seokjin greets with a smile.
"Morning Jin," I reply, placing my bag on a chair.
"Did you sleep well?" he ask, waddling over to me.
"Hmm, so so. How about you?" I reply, holding my hand out and moving it side to side.
"I slept good," he says, taking a sip of whatever is in his mug.
"That's good," I say, walking into the kitchen.
I see Jungkook sitting on the counter staring at his phone.
"You know there are chairs here, right," I tease, opening the cabinet and grabbing a mug.
