"What were you going to show me? said Eunji, as soon as Namjoon opened the door.

He leaned against the door frame. "Not even a hello?"

She huffed. "Fine. Hello, Namjoon-ssi. What were you going to show me?"

He ushered her into the apartment, simultaneously showing off his toned arms. "A song."

"Hey, Eunji-ssi!" said Hoseok brightly, looking up from his laptop. "What're you doing here?"

Hoseok's smile was so contagious that Eunji couldn't help but smile back. "Hi, Hoseok-ssi. I don't know why I'm here either."

"I'm going to show her a song I made," said Namjoon, throwing an arm around her shoulders in a friendly manner.

"Well, have fun, you two," said Hoseok. "Don't do anything...unholy." He winked at them.

"Oh, please. Like you and Yoongi-hyung don't get it on every so often. I'm not deaf."

Namjoon took Eunji's hand and yanked her forcefully in the direction of his room. He locked the door behind them and leaned against it, hands on his thighs. "Okay. We're safe."

"Maybe you shouldn't disrespect your hyungs like that. And you have your own room?" said Eunji.

"He never takes offense to it," said Namjoon. "And yeah, I have my own room. There are two bedrooms. Yoongi and Hoseok sleep in one room, and I have the other." He crossed over to his desk and turned on his computer. While waiting for him, Eunji surveyed the room, which was immaculate. Everything was stacked neatly on the shelves or hidden away in drawers. The bed was made, and there were no clothes strewn on the floor. The walls were cream-colored and bare, save for a square-shaped grid of photos above his bed.

"Did you tidy up beforehand?" said Eunji.

"No, I always keep my room clean."

"Do you record songs here?"

"No. I record in my studio at work. I don't do much work at home. Most things are done in the studio. I'm sure you've heard about RKive."

"Are you going to show me the songs?"

"Yeah," he said, a little too brightly. Eunji watched as he pulled up the file. "This one's called 'Always'. I wrote it when I was at my worst, around freshman year in college. I released it during senior year. " Namjoon pressed Play and looked expectantly at her, waiting for her reaction.

Eunji didn't know what she was expecting. But she had not been expecting this.

The intro was almost chilling, in a sense, like it was the theme of a thriller movie. What came after, however, awed her. "Namjoon..."

"Tell me what you think later," he said. "Just listen."

The song ended, and Eunji finally looked at him, tears in her eyes. "I'm so, so, sorry," she whispered. Ignoring her scruples, Eunji wrapped her arms around him.

"Don't be," Namjoon murmured. "I don't feel like this anymore. I released it because I no longer feel like the one in the lyrics. That's why I was able to release this song." He sighed. "You know, when I released the song, it was like saying bye to the version of me who had been sad before."

She pulled away. "Lyrics aside, you're a really good vocalist."

Namjoon looked away and let out an embarrassed chuckle, covering his face with his hands. He had very nice hands. "Gamsahamnida. You should see Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook."

"You're an amazing vocalist too. Was there anything else you wanted to show me?"

"Yes." Namjoon went back to his computer and clicked around. "This one's called 'Jinaga.' In English, 'Everythingoes.' I wrote it over the past month, and you're the first person to hear it, besides me." He moved to press Play, then stopped. "Wait, I forgot to ask you this. How was Kyungmin?"

"She was pretty nice, for the most part."

"For the most part?"

"I don't know. I mean, she was..."

"Ah, yes," said Namjoon. "Well, Kyungmin can be a little...brash at times. But once you get past that, she's a really nice and caring person, I promise."

"I believe you," said Eunji quietly. "Could I hear the song?"

The song was soft and soothing, backed by piano, drums, and guitar. The lyrics were comforting, a stark contrast to the previous track. She could feel her heartbeat slowing, the tension leaving her body. It was amazing what a mere song could do to a person—that just by opening his mouth and pushing air out, Namjoon could touch people's hearts and move them to tears.

"I hold this song very close to my heart," said Namjoon after it was finished. "It's kind of a mantra I live by. You may remember me saying this when we met on the bridge."

She, in fact, did remember him saying this. The only way to relieve psychological pain is to think that it will pass eventually, that it'll reduce slowly. Everything goes. "Is that what you based it off of?"

"Yes. It's the best advice I've ever gotten."

Eunji did not reply. The silence blanketed them like snow falling silently on the ground, covering the roads and the buildings and the trees. After a long while, she said, "Namjoon, I got to know you as a person first, and I'm only now realizing what an amazing artist you are. Thank you for pouring your heart out to me. I know it was probably hard—"

Namjoon cut her off, shaking his head. "I've released extremely personal things to the public; this is nothing. And you're welcome."

"Yeah," she said, "but it's much more difficult when you can see the listener's reaction. You'll never know if those people out there don't like your music, but you can see if I don't like your music. It's a good thing I do."

"You have a valid point, Eunji-ssi," Namjoon said, a smile forming on his face. "Thanks for coming over."

"Wait, you're just going to kick me out?"

"Do you have a ride home, Eunji-ssi?" His gaze was light—light enough that she knew he was being sarcastic.

She opened her mouth in protest. "I mean, yeah, but—"

"Great!" Namjoon placed a hand on her lower back and guided her to the door. "I'll see you soon. It was nice having you."

"Eunji's leaving already?" said Hoseok. "It's only been, what, twenty minutes?"

"She has things to do. It doesn't matter, though. We can meet up whenever."

"About that..." said Eunji. "I'm beginning an internship next week, so I won't be free Mondays through Thursdays."

"Monday through Thursday? But you're free during the evenings though, right?"

"Yeah, of course I'm free in the evenings." She gave him a pat on the shoulder. "Don't worry, Namjoon-ssi."

"I'm not worrying," he said pointedly. "I was just inquiring. Anyway, I'll see you soon."

"Bye, Namjoon-ssi."

The last thing Eunji saw was his dimpled smile, and then the door clicked shut.

a/n: it's midwinter break rn, so i had a lot of time and that's why i'm back with a new chapter :) my brain is malfunctioning and band auditions/band festival is looming over me so yeah lmao RIP

oh and happy birthday hobi!! as i type this, it's feb 17/feb 18 in korea so that means it's hoseok day :D happy birthday sunshine <3

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