Izzy's POV
"I'll be late babe, I have to finish another track tonight to get back on track with this album." I said to Jiho as I pulled into the YG parking lot.
"Alright, I'll take care of dinner for the kids when I get home." He answered.
"Not ramen please. You've gotten Sangu addicted to it." I laughed
"Yes ma'am, We'll have a real meal I promise." He laughed back into the phone.
I was stopped by a guy taller than me and blonde that was smiling, I looked at him because his face was familiar but I was still confused.
"I love you, I have to go Jiyong is rushing me in the door." I said hanging up.
"Can I help you?" I asked the guy.
"Really Izzy, you don't remember me?" He asked. "I've been friends with Jiho for years."
I looked down thinking and I realized who he was. "Kim NamJoon!!! I'm sorry it's been a while and I've just got so much going on."
"It's alright, how have you been?" He asked.
"Good, How are you guys all doing?"
"Were all doing great, were here to sign a tour contract to tour with one of their artists." He smiled at me.
"Really who?" I asked.
"We don't know, it's a world tour though." I looked at him weird.
Big Bang and I were the only ones doing a world tour in the next few months, did they add another band and not tell us?! I walked into the building with NamJoon and we continued chatting until I got to the studio where I'd be working on the third track for my album. I seen Jiyong was waiting outside and he looked up and waved to us.
"Your here finally, I see you met NamJoon." He said looking between us.
"I actually know him, he's Jiho's friend. How do you know him??" I asked.
"Their touring with us, you'd know that if you were at the last meeting." He laughed.
"What, were touring with you guys...That's awesome." NamJoon chimed in.
Jiyong and I couldn't help but laugh at the way he said that.
"Go meet the CEO, I have to work on this track with Izzy." Jiyong said.
We said our goodbyes and walked into the studio. We worked on the track for what seemed like forever, I looked at my phone and it was two a.m. NamJoon, Jungkook and Jimin had come to watch what we were working on. We finally finished and I was glad, I couldn't wait to crawl into my bed with Jiho. I slipped out while everyone was talking to the producer about how it was going to sound and I ran for the car. I unlocked the doors and climbed in, I sat for a minute and then the passenger door opened. I was startled and looked to see NamJoon sitting in the seat with his head back and eyes closed.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Let's hang out." He said.
"What, you can't come over, were still living at Jiho's parents for a few weeks." I said.
"Just me and you, lets go get a beer and some food." I looked at him like he had two heads.
"Really? I am hungry but we have to hurry. I'm sure Jiho is waiting up to make sure I get home okay."
I started the car and drove towards where all the food stalls were so we could figure out what we were going to eat. We parked the car and put masks on to try and shield who we were so we could eat in peace, Now that my hair is black I blend in more here. There were couples, college students and a few high school kids drinking and eating. We kept walking until NamJoon found a both that he must have been familiar with because he stopped us and the lady asked how he'd been. It was fish cakes and tteokbokki which he seemed overly pleased about. We sat at a table and the Ahjumma brought us Soju and a few plates of food. We talked awkwardly and ate when some guys with their high school uniforms on walked in and sat at the table across from us. They seemed drunk already but the ahjumma still served them and they were getting loud. I stared at them as they laughed and push each other when one's eyes fell on me.
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Part of the Block (Touring with Block B Sequel)
FanfictionThis story take place 6 years after the last chapter of Touring with Block B. Zico is producing an album for a new boy group or so he says. Izzy is starting to work on her new album and getting ready to tour. Both try to deal with their jobs, friend...
