Boy With Luv (Kim Namjoon X Readers)

Chapter 2

The building seemed sketchy. For one thing, it didn't look like an entertainment company, it was way too small with some graffiti on the side. Nonetheless, you fixed your glasses and wig and entered with your cello. When you looked at the mirror, you were almost unrecognizable, no makeup, fake thick eyebrows, some fake beauty marks. The receptionist greeted you and told you to go wait in the waiting room along with the other participants. The door gave out a slight creak and everyone turned to look at you. There were a few others, mostly male. You were amongst the only two girls who were auditioning. Feeling nervous, you sat down next to her.

"Looks like you got quite the load there," she said, chuckling a little bit.

"Excuse me?" you asked, not used at all to the informal language.

"Your instruments," she pointed. "Most of us just brought our keyboard and mixer."

"Oh, right. Sorry. I have the keyboard in my bag but I'm not really good at it. I'm better with real instruments." you said shyly. The girl pated you on the back.

"While we're waiting, I'll show you some tricks." she said, pulling out her equipment. Her hand moved diligently, and she emerged into that world.

You shook your head slightly, feeling embarrassed. You didn't like to show people anything less than perfection. "You really don't have to do that."

"Nonsense, when we get the job, we need to stick together." She smiled. Her short hair cupped her cheeky face.

"You think we'll get the job?" you asked. Honestly, you wanted this more than anything. To be anything but yourself.

"Of course." she exclaimed. Some of the men looked at you two and looked away, but at least they were smiling. Maybe they thought about how hopeless these two girls are. "I go by Adora, by the way." She offered out her hand.

"I'm....Y/N." you answered, shaking her hand. She held it an admired it for a while.

"Wow, I can see that you've been playing for a long time." she said. There were calluses along with countless of indents from the strings on your fingers. They remind you of the blood, sweat, and tears. And the passion that seemed to be decreasing nowadays. But that's why you're here. To remind yourself of what music should be about. The audition began and one by one, the participants were called into the studio to be interviewed and demonstration. By the second, your heart grew louder. You hadn't been this nervous since your first performance in front of people. To think that was more than a decade ago.

Adora was called. She didn't need luck, you knew she would blow them away. You sat in the room alone and compose your thoughts. You wrote a whole new piece for the audition as well as putting some melodies onto your laptop, in the span of one night. You chuckled, some of your mother's harsh lessons were finally useful: don't sleep when you can do something to better yourself.

Finally, it was your turn. The receptionist led you to the studio. It was quite small, capable of rooming only a few people. Inside were three. One man stood up. He gave off the feeling of a record store owner in a city somewhere and you instantly felt welcomed. "Hello, miss Y/N. I'm Bang P.D. This is Rapmon and Suga, members of the group." He pointed to the boys sitting on the couch. Both were quiet and had blank faces. The little one had orange hair while the taller was blonde. They seemed exhausted and a little bit annoyed. "Alright, please sit and we'll start with some questions."

"Alright."

"Tell me about yourself a little bit."

"I'm Y/N. I just graduated from the School of Music with a concentration in composing and cello performance. I can also play the violin." you answered.

"When did you learn about music theory?" Suga asked.

"I started when I was 10. My parents thought it would be good to pair with my cello lessons."

"Why did you apply for this position?" Rapmon asked.

You thought about telling the truth, but no one would believe you. "I think it's cool to be involved in the music world and I would like to better my skills."

He sighed. "We don't offer learning experiences here. We're here to make music and make a living. If you think this is the starting point, then it's not the place for you. I'm sick of entitled rich kids thinking they belong in the music world just because they can recite music offa piece of paper." The was like a knife to your heart and you felt like crawling into a hole somewhere. His almond-shaped eyes were terrifying to look at right now.

"Namjoon, stop." Bang P.D said. "Y/N, what do you hope to gain in this business?"

You gulped and took a breath. At this point, maybe telling the truth would be better. "I guess connections. I don't mean business connections, but connections to music and the people who are behind the music I hear every day."

He nodded and asked, "Why are you here today?"

"To run away." you answered. He smiled, it was the answer he saw coming as soon as he saw you stepping into the room.

"Okay, let's hear you play." You walked into the recording room and did your set up. Outside, the boys were confused since they hadn't told you the way to set up the microphone but it seemed that you were doing perfectly as if you had done it before.

You started with the cello. It felt warm as you wrap yourself around it, a puzzle piece falling into place. Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath, you began playing. The walls around you melt away and let the light in, warming your fingers so they moved faster and more vibrantly. Suga, who was extremely tired, almost fell asleep but woke up to the melody. Rapmon hadn't taken his eyes off of your hands. There's a red beauty mark on your left pinky.

"It's like a ballet," he said quietly to himself. "I can picture the dancers and the snow." He didn't know much about classical music, only what Taehyung tells him. But Namjoon sensed that he would be taking a closer look into it later. When you stopped playing, there was a minute of silence which was worrying. Then Bang P.D stood up and clapped.

"That was so wonderful! You could be a professional with that skill." he joked. The irony, you thought. The next part was mixing and producing. Thanks to what Adora showed you, you were able to get by with putting some beats together with your cello recording. It turned out nicely in your opinion, but the boys remained silent. Bang P.D thanked you and walked you outside.

"I like her," Yoongi said. "She's interesting."

"She's unskilled," Namjoon said sharply. "Her playing was nice, but the mixing was adequate. We can find someone better."

"But we won't find someone like her," Band P.D said once he returned. "She's running away from something. I think we should be decent people and give her shelter from whatever that is."

Namjoon scoffed and rolled his eyes. He has worked hard for years to secure his spot as rapper and producer. He didn't like the fact that someone with low skills could just walk in a get that position. "Fine."