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Born Singer

"Shit."

My fucking jeans won't go over my ass.

I stare at my reflection in the mirror, pants resting mid-thigh, and groan. I know that when a lot of couples enter their relationship, they gain happy weight. And it seems like I'm the next victim of this phenomenon. But am I surprised? Not in the slightest. The guys feed me well and since they're almost always eating, that means I am too. However, my metabolism isn't as good as theirs. Plus, they're a lot more active than I am. I'm definitely paying the price of skipping that last mile when working out with Jungkook.

I rip the jeans off and throw them across the room. I then flop onto my bed with an irritated huff, getting my phone from the nightstand.

What're y'all up to? I miss you guys. :(

I haven't seen the members at all in the past nine days (yes, I've been counting). We have a FaceTime call here and there, but that's it. I mentally prepared myself for comeback season to the best of my ability prior to the album dropping, although that preparation is proving to be futile. I should've figured this outcome considering the scandal that occurred mere days before its release. My brain was too jumbled.

Hobi: I'm with Jungkook and Jimin at the dance studio. Us 3 miss you too.

Joon: I have a meeting with our producer tonight. Miss you as well.

Tae: Jin hyung and I just finished vocal rehearsal and now we're going to my parents' house to pick up Yeontan. We both miss you a lot.

Yoongi? What're you doing?

Yoongi: Struggling.

With what?

Yoongi: My mixtape.

Is it okay if I visit? I'll bring food.

Yoongi: Yes, come on over.

When I arrive, I knock lightly on the door to the Genius Lab. I know the passcode to the studio, but I respect that this is Yoongi's space and I will not impose on that.

I hear the sound of feet shuffling on the other side of the door and it swings open. Yoongi gives me a half-smile.

I lift the takeout bag in the air. "Delivery for Min Yoongi?"

His smile grows and he gestures for me to follow him inside. I take a seat on the couch and Yoongi sits at his desk.

"Dig in," I tell him. "I'm guessing you haven't eaten yet."

"Not since the cup noodles I had with Jungkook-ah last night," Yoongi chuckles dryly.

"So no food in over twenty-four hours?"

He nods.

"Yoongi, you can't do that. You need to eat. No matter how busy you are."

He doesn't respond and instead scoops a hefty amount of rice into his mouth.

I glance at his computer screen. "What part of your mixtape are you having problems with?" I ask, despite knowing nothing about music composition. I can read music thanks to marching band, but that's it.

He swallows. "This last song, Saram. I don't know what the chorus is missing."

"Can I listen?"

Yoongi stares at me.

I roll my eyes. "It's not like I'm going to leak it to the press," I laugh.

He sighs, pressing a key, his voice filling the room. My jaw drops to the fucking floor.