Fire is never a gentle master.
But they couldn't help it.
She burned so bright. Hot to the touch. An all-consuming force.
Of course they wanted her.
In a world where people have the privilege to pay for their abilities, she spent her life masteri...
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"What the hell are you doing here?"
Yoongi grins as he leans back on his chair lazily. "What do you think?"
"I told Namjoon to leave me alone," I snapped. The nerve of this boy to stalk me all the way at my new job. How was this even possible? "In case it wasn't clear, that message also applies to you."
He lets out a dry laugh before leaning in, elbows resting on his knees as he clasped his hands together. "Don't flatter yourself," he smirked, "I'm here because you work for me."
"W- What?" I stuttered. "No, that can't be right. I'm supposed to work for someone named—"
"Agust D," he cuts me off. "In the flesh," he said proudly, "and you're my new assistant producer. How exciting."
"No fucking way."
"Am I not what you expected?" he asked as he stated at me intently.
"Yes and no," I answered truthfully. "No, because I never thought I'd see you again, especially not like this. And yes, because... look at you." I eyed him up and down. The way he sat there, as if he had no care in the world. "It's all so Agust D. I guess it really is you then."
"Well don't sound so excited," he said sarcastically.
"No, I'm thrilled to be here!" I countered. "This job is a really big deal to me, and I've got so much respect for you and your work. It's just that... well, you can't blame me can you? How would you feel if you just got snatched off the streets one night?" I say meekly.
He smiled at what I said, all gums. And it was then that I let my worries flow away because his gummy smile was so endearing that being cold towards him felt like a sin.
"Point taken." He nodded before standing up and walking towards me. "For the record, what happened last night has no correlation with me hiring you. You're here because I think you're talented, so why don't we just start over. Truce?" He held his hand out and extended it to me.
"As long as you forget all about what I did," I replied. "I'm here to make music, not to spill my secrets." Although, my conscience was screaming at me and telling me that I would be doing the latter anyways, I ignored it. I took his hand and shook it. "Truce."
I couldn't help but wonder what it is that Yoongi was hiding. Namjoon said that all of them had abilities, so what was his?Maybe it was that he was a literal god in the recording studio. My eyes were transfixed on him as he worked and I had to stop my jaw from gaping when he opened his mouth and free-styled a verse so nonchalantly.
I didn't mind sitting there, watching him do his thing. He was clearly in his element and I was lucky enough to have a front row seat. My trance ends as he brings his hand to my face and snaps his fingers in an aggressive manner.
"Hey, I didn't bring you here to make heart eyes at me," he said arrogantly and I couldn't help but roll my eyes at him. "Why don't you put these on and try the chorus?" He proceeds to remove the headphones he was wearing and places them around my neck instead.
