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"What do you mean he shouldn't perform any of his old songs? Isn't that what the fans want to hear?"

"You're right Mel," Matthew replies, "That is what they want to hear...what their expecting to hear but Jungkook won't be making himself any money if he continues to sing them."

I cross my arms over my chest in an exasperated huff.

"So what the hell do we do then?" I ask, throwing my rounded frame down on the plush sofa in my lawyer Matthew's office.

"The Record label owns Jungkook's music. Since he's no longer under contract with the label, any agreement they had for a share in profits in null and void."

Jungkook and Ji-Woo exchange uncertain glances and I close my eyes, already feeling a sudden headache creeping on. 

Things were hard enough as they were already. With having to throw my energy around between, dissolving my PR company while still keeping the magazine running, starting a new record label from the ground up and being held hostage by a tiny five pound dictator who made me crave spicy hotdogs 24/7- I was only, just about managing to hold myself together!

"What about..." Ji-Woo speaks up, "What about if you wrote new songs?" He asks, turning to Jungkook.

Everyone in the room sits bolt upright at hearing Ji's ingenious proposal.

"Of course! That's a great idea!" I throw my arms excitedly around my best-friend.

Matthew smiles, "Well its a start. Jungkook can record new material under Melanie's new record label and all the proceeds go back to him. That is, of course if Melanie agrees to sign over the rights to all the new songs once they've been recorded? It's up to you.."

"Is that even a question? Of course I will!" I say giving Matthew a fake dirty look and he chuckles.

"So its decided then," Matthew gathers up his papers, before checking the time on the shiny rolex watch sitting on his wrist. "I have to get to another appointment. You can stay and use my office if you need to talk a bit more about this. I know its a lot."

"No, we'll get going too." I say and we all make a move to head out of the office. 

Ji Woo leads the way and I follow behind, feeling hopeful and excited. 

Suddenly, Jungkook catches my hand before I can slip out of the door.

"Love, can I talk to you for a second?"

"Yeah, sure. What is it?" I ask, my eyes searching his face.

My patience wears thin as I watch my fiancee switch his weight from one leg to the other not saying anything.

"Well, go on. Spit it out..."

"Its....I was just thinking," He looks up and my irritation quells the minute Jungkook's deep and beguiling, doe eyes meet mine.

"Mel, what if I can't do this?" He responds with a pained expression. 

I could feel my heart sink to my ankles.

"Oh, Kookie..." I sighed.

It hurt so much to see the faint cloud of doubt the hovered over the man that I loved and whom I knew could do anything in the world if he only put his mind to it. 

But I guess that's why he needed me.

To remind him of just that.

"Jungkook, look at me," I said, gently cupping his chiseled jaw in my hands, "You can do this. And I'll help you in any way that I can. That was my promise to you and I'm gonna' keep it, alright?"

Jungkook smiled a little and nodded still with his face in my hands. I drew him down closer to me and placed a small kiss on his forehead.

"I can even help you out with the lyrics if you're stuck...I was a Lit Major in College, remember.."

Jungkook's face twisted in protest, "But that'll be awkward." He pouted. 

"What if the song I write is about you? I wouldn't want you to hear it before it was complete?" He whined looking shy.

"Okay," I grinned, "Then Ji can help...he was a Lit major too and as a matter of fact his writing was always way better then mine! It'll be perfect."

Jungkook scoffed.

"Yeah, let my big brother help me write about how much I miss or want to make love to his best-friend..." Jungkook groaned in agony.

"Well, he won't be writing about anything that he doesn't already know," I chuckled with a wink.

I observed him digesting all that I had to say. 

Relief swept over me as I saw him begin to visibly relax a little.

"Ok. You're right" Jungkook said, "....maybe I can do this." 

"I know you can," I said and taking Jungkook's hand and I shook my head as he squeezed it gently.

Jungkook closed his eyes briefly, resting his forehead gently on mine, "You know something? 

"What?" I whispered, feeling tickled.

"You make feel like I can conquer the world with you by my side, Mrs. Melanie Jeon."

How was it possible, that a man who could figuratively look death straight in the eyes and basically say, 'fuck you', be afraid of sharing his own words and expressing his feelings in a simple song? 

The irony of it almost made me break my rock-solid countenance as I fought to suppress a tiny laugh bubbling from deep within me.  

I kissed him meaningfully on the mouth before we broke out of Matthews office, trailing behind the others, hand-in-hand. Then, leaning in discreetly I whispered with a smirk,

"That's weird Mr. Jeon Jungkook because I happen to feel the exact same way about you too."

                                                            ***

Pushing the door of the tumble-dryer shut using one foot, I tottered out of the laundry room under the weight of an incredibly heavy pile of freshly folded baby clothes.

"I think we'll need a whole other wardrobe soon, Love. Or, forget it. Maybe we need a whole new place to live. There just isn't enough.......Oww!" something prickly bombarded me underfoot as I blindly pushed the door open.

Kook!" I screeched at the shock of my bare feet coming into contact with a mountain of crumpled sheets of paper.

Jungkook had been cooped up in the bedroom writing day and night. 

I could tell he was having a tough time earlier working his ideas out. But he would get there eventually. I believed it. 

What I couldn't believe was the fact that he'd littered our bedroom floor with an entire stationery shops' back-to-school supply worth of paper!

"You, sir. Are cleaning this up." I huffed, wading through the scraps and placing the folded pile of laundry in a chair. 

I turned around to find that Jungkook had scurried over from the desk and thrown himself tiredly onto the bed.

"Noona..." He whined pitifully, pouting and stretching his arms out to reach for me.

"Oh, no." I asserted, "There will be no cuddles until you let me see what you've done so far." I replied sternly.

Jungkook had complained of writers block after penning just two lines of lyrics, so I'd advised him to try to seek inspiration from the things that were real. The past, the present, what he hoped for the future. 

I'm not sure if it helped though, since Jungkook quickly hid his fluffy, dark head under the pillow once I set off to examine the work he had left on the desk.

Taking up the brutally blotted and pen- scratched page between my fingers, I squinted reading every word carefully.

Slowly a smile crept over my face, letting Jungkook's adorably pure words sink in.

He was a natural at this!

"Kookie..." I clambered onto the mattress to join him and Jungkook reluctantly extracted his head from under the pillow. A look of fear in his eyes.

"So...what do you think, Noona? It's complete trash, isn't it?"

"No!" I laughed unable to comprehend how silly he was being.

"You underestimate yourself. Here..." I said handing him the piece of battered paper, "I want you to sing it to me,"

"Now?" Jungkook frowned.

I nodded with a smile.

"Yes, now."

Jungkook drew in a long breath.

"Fine..."

A doleful glance later, he started humming a soft melody and then closing his eyes, the lyrics followed. They uniquely formed and fell from his lips like delicate rose petals, his throat issuing the most honeyed vocals of an angel.

Once he'd finished, I found it hard to even speak.

Jungkook fell silent, his cheeks turning pink.

"....You hate it." He frowned.

The look of disappointment carved across his face jolted me to my senses.

"No! No, Jungkook....you are...." I muttered, "You're an amazing singer!"

The most wonderful smile broke his features, warming my heart.

"And writer..." I continued, "And I loved it." I couldn't stop myself from beaming with pride and love.

"Are you just saying that?" He asked.

And I nodded truthfully, my heart still soaring with emotion in the wake of hearing his beautiful rendition.

Tap, tap, tap!

Then a sudden knock came from the front door followed by the profuse ringing of the doorbell which made us both still, looking at each other.

"You stay here," Jungkook's face turned serious, "I'll get it."

"No, this is my apartment. I'll get it." I said standing up bravely and trundling out of the room before Jungkook could stop me.

But one look through the peephole of my front door, snuffed my boldness out like a light.

Taking a silent step back from the door,

"Love?" I called out to Jungkook, my voice shaking.

"Who is it?" He immediately caught my frozen expression as he rounded the corner into the living room.

"It's.... your Mom."

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A/N: Hmm... I wonder what momma J is up to?  

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