30 – RM focus

Min Yoongi looked an absolute state but, having heard what had gone on that morning, Namjoon said nothing. Instead, he called his name and Yoongi looked around, clearly anticipating some sort of confrontation.

"Do you want to come to the music block at lunch? I need another rapper and I hear you aren't bad," he said and Yoongi relaxed. A smile flicked on the corners of his mouth.

"I'm really not that good. I could give it a shot, though, I need to take my mind off…well, everything, really." He was more chill about the morning than Namjoon had expected. He hadn't been there, but the story had spread quickly that Min Yoongi had been secretly closeted and dating Park Jimin. Namjoon didn't know whether they were cool with each other since they would see each other at lunch, but if Seokjin was there then he could diffuse the tension. He was a born peacemaker. It was one of the many things Namjoon admired about him.

In his next lesson, he sat next to Hoseok. He was rattling off details about some story and Namjoon shut him up to tell him about his project.

"So, you know how you just wanted it to be me and Seokjin?" Hoseok nodded. "Well, the thing is, there's like four other people coming now." Hoseok looked faux-outraged and pouted,

"What? What about your date?" Namjoon rolled his eyes and Hoseok smiled, "Who are the others?"

"Min Yoongi, Kim Taehyung and Park Jimin who said he was bringing a friend but I never asked for the name." Hoseok clapped his hands excitedly.

"Ooh, I bet it's Jeon Jungkook! He's got such a nice voice, he showed me once. He's a little shy, but I think we can fix that," he said and Namjoon found himself weirdly excited for that lunchtime.

Finally, it rolled around and Namjoon waited for the others to arrive. Seokjin walked in first and Namjoon greeted him, trying not to blush. Hoseok came in next and winked at Namjoon. Yoongi entered followed closely by Taehyung and Jimin who was dragging Jungkook. They sat in a circle.

"Okay," Namjoon started, "I say we all introduce ourselves. I'm Kim Namjoon, 3rd grade. I'm a rapper, writer and producer. He gestured to Taehyung who was next to him.

"I'm Kim Taehyung, 2nd grade. I like rapping but it's not really my strong suit. I'm a vocalist and a writer, I guess."

"I'm Jeon Jungkook, 1st grade. I can sing and rap, but not brilliantly. I can practise, though."

"I'm Park Jimin, 2nd grade. I sing, but I really can't rap to save my life."

"I'm Min Yoongi, 3rd grade. I can rap, I guess and I'm not bad at writing."

"I'm Jung Hoseok, 3rd grade. I sing sometimes, but rapping's my strong suit over anything."

"I'm Kim Seokjin, 3rd grade. I can sing and write a little bit, but not as confidently as I'd like to."

After the introductions, they began to see what each other could do. Taehyung and Jungkook complimented each other beautifully and Jungkook really was quite good at rapping as well. Seokjin was glorious as always and Jimin could hit high notes like you wouldn't believe. Hoseok had a really cool blend of rapping and singing that was very impressive. As it turned out, Yoongi was freaking incredible at rapping and left everyone speechless. Namjoon felt that they could work very well together.

"So," said Jungkook, "what should we write about?" Namjoon thought for a minute.

"I don't want it to get too gentle. I'm thinking something with a strong beat and probably quite heavy. So for a concept, probably…do you all know that feeling of being in love but the other person not liking you back?" Everyone looked between themselves and nodded.

"Do you have anything in mind? It might be easier if we don't start from scratch," suggested Seokjin and Namjoon immediately started searching through his phone to find something. He found what he was looking for and hoped it wasn't too personal.

"Um…right, okay, can someone give me a beat?" Immediately, Hoseok started beatboxing and it was actually pretty impressive. Namjoon took a breath,

"You make me so angry and mad for no reason/ I'm serious but you make me into a loser, who picks fights with you/ Why do I care so much about you? / You're making a big boy act like a little kid/ But I'll turn things around/ From just knowing each other to becoming lovers/ If it's with you, I think I can go to a good college/ ABCDEFGH Hakuna Matata/ Your profile picture is the same but why do I keep checking it? / But don't misunderstand, I'm not an easy guy."

He stopped and everyone applauded, impressed. "I'm thinking probably a pre-chorus after that and then have the real vocals come in. Does that sound like something we can work with?" Everyone nodded. "Cool. It's nearly the end of lunch, so I guess I'll see you tomorrow. I'll start working on the beat if I have time." Everyone packed up and left. Almost.

"That was really cool. It's so impressive that you can write like that," commented Seokjin and Namjoon reddened at the compliment. Seokjin didn't need to know it was about him. Namjoon muttered thanks and Seokjin walked up to him. "Do you mind if I ask who it's about?" Namjoon panicked slightly.

"Um, it's not- it isn't...I mean n-nobody, really," he stammered and Seokjin smiled.

"Nobody? I'm offended that you think so little of me." Holy shit. How did he know?

"I-I, um…what?" Seokjin laughed.

"Come on, I'm sick of our little game, Namjoon. I want you for real now." Namjoon stared for a second before snapping into rational thought.

"God, yes," he said and moved closer to Seokjin. He stroked back the older boy's pretty, brown hair and looked deep into his dark eyes. "You don't know how long I've wanted this." He gently connected their lips and it was everything he ever dreamed. Seokjin placed his hand on the back of Namjoon's neck, pulling him closer. Namjoon wrapped his arms around Seokjin's waist and didn't ever want to let go. He bravely slipped his tongue over his lover's lips and felt him moan.

Namjoon wanted to shoot the fucking bell when it went off again. Seokjin smiled and pulled away. "We are so making a petition to get rid of that thing." He intertwined his fingers with Namjoon and pulled him out of the practice room.