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kpopficsincorporated · 5 years ago

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NK (New Kid)

Pairings: Bang Chan x reader, Jimin x reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Romance

Words: 2318

a/n: alright, here is the first chapter. Let me know how you guys feel about it. I have a good chunk of the chapters planned already, so please anticipate!!

Prologue, Ch.1, Ch.2, Ch.3, Ch.4, Ch. 5, Ch. 6

Chapter 1

You were sitting where you usually sat – on the couch in the studio with Chan working away at the desk. You were sitting with your legs up and crossed on the couch, your books open all around you and your laptop in front of you as you typed away on a paper that you had started that day.

You had started your friendship with the boys 7 months ago. You had decided to spend all of your time studying in South Korea instead of going home back to the states. The night you met them was overwhelming but they grew on you and you grew on them. Now you spent most of your free time with them, still not having made any friends in college besides simple acquaintances. You had been working hard in school, not sure what you would do with your degree after. On the bright side, your Korean was much better and you could easily follow along with the boys conversation and were no longer left in the dark.

The boys worked hard to help you learn, especially Chan and Felix. If you started to look lost in a conversation they would take over and explain so that you could learn and keep up with the other boys.

Despite spending your time with all of the boys at first, you’d ended up gravitating more towards Chan. You were closest to him and spent a lot of one on one time with him.

Like now, you were in the studio with Chan, just sitting in each other’s presence. You also watched movies together when you guys had time, but you were mostly in the studio. You had never been able to spend time with the boys outside of their dorm or the JYP building, but they made it work.

“Okay, I think I’m ready for you,” Chan interrupted you mumbling over your paper, taking his headphones off. You looked up and then quickly back down at your things to move them off of you.

“Alright, let me hear,” you walked over to Chan, standing beside him and putting your arm around the back of his chair. He handed you the headphones and you listened to what he had prepared, memorizing it. Once it had ended, you spoke, “Again.”

Chan played the music a couple more times over before you were ready. “Okay, so, there is one part that is a little off on the bridge.” You pulled a chair up beside him, adjusting the mic to you. You sang what the bridge should do to make it sound right and Chan took that and added it to his already existing music. He played it back for you and approved.

“Okay, are you ready to add your parts?”

“Yeah. Play it from the beginning.” You had been helping Chan with harmonies since he learned you had a talent for it. You had done all kinds of choir from the age of 12, that listening for harmonies and correcting them were second nature. It was kind of a habit for you. If you listened to a song on the radio, it was a guarantee that you would harmonize. It was kind of your thing.

That was how Chan found out that you could sing. A couple of months after meeting the boys, they had left you at the dorm so they could go practice. You had a lot of studying and homework to do anyway, so you stayed behind willingly. You always put on music while doing your work to keep you from getting too bored. You had your speaker on and you were in the midst of performing a Disney song when you were caught. Chan was the first one to start clapping at the end of your performance, startling you.

He had then persuaded you to work with him. He had said he was struggling with some of his music, but you knew it was a lie. You still have no idea why he wanted your help, but you weren’t going to complain. It was fun and it was a way to spend time with him.

When you had finished helping him record, you made your way back to the couch to finish your paper – you only had two paragraphs left. Just as you had settled back into your place and rereading your paper, there was a knock at the door.

BamBam burst through the door, loudly announcing his presence.

“Wassup?” He made his way to Chan, doing some weird handshake and made his way to sit on the couch on the other side of you. “Yo, Y/N, wassup?” He looked like he was on top of the world and you couldn’t help but giggle, copying the handshake for his amusement.

“What brings you here on this fine day?” Chan asked, spinning his chair around and taking a break from his work. BamBam leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees, stealing a quick look your way before answering Chan.

“I actually need to talk to Y/N.” He leaned back, crossing his legs and turning his body towards you. “I kind of have a favor, but it’s not my favor, ya know?” you furrowed your brows, saving your document and placing your laptop on the coffee table in front of you.

“No, I don’t know.”

“Okay, so, you know how NK helped Jackson on his album?” Oh yeah, that was one of the biggest things you had done. Jackson had come in one day four months ago while you were helping Chan on a song, and once he heard your singing, he had begged you to feature on a song he was working on. You were really hesitant on putting your identity out there, not wanting all the fame that came with it. You liked your privacy and liked not being chased by cameras.

Jackson solved your identity issue and gave you a stage name: NK (New Kid). NK featured on Jackson’s album and had become very popular among both the fans and other artists. JYP had you sign a contract to help protect you in case anything happened. You were officially but really unofficially a JYP artist. Only on paper though; you were very adamant on your identity being hidden. They had you create an Instagram and twitter account so that people had something to follow. You posted when you could and it kept people somewhat satisfied. There was still a lot of speculation as to who NK could be and you were once almost caught – all because Jackson wanted to go out and celebrate his album being released. Luckily you were decked out in dark, way too big for you clothes and Jackson had given you a mask and sunglasses to hide your face (just in case). Good thing, too. Neither of you realized that you were being followed. You were lucky that the restaurant you went to eat at had a secluded area where you could dine in privacy. There were all kinds of rumors going around and all the internet has is a blob of black clothing to speculate who you could be.

“And?” you asked, wondering where he could be going with this. Was there another picture of you circulating out there? Did they find out who you were?

“I have a friend who would like to work with you on a song.” Your eyes widened. Someone else wanted to work with you?

“Me? What? Why?” you asked in rapid succession.

“Who wants to work with her?” Chan asked instead, drawing Bam’s attention away from you.

“Kook,” was all he answered before turning back to you, only to notice your eyes basically popping out of your head.

“You’re lying,” you shouted, pointing an accusatory finger at the boy beside you on the couch. “Am I being pranked right now?” You knew exactly who ‘Kook’ was. Everyone who knew Bam, knew who he was. Kook a.k.a. Jungkook from BTS. Bam literally never stops talking about that particular friend plus all of the other 97 liners in that group chat.

Bam Bam just started laughing, as he put your finger down himself. “No, I’m serious. Kook heard you feature on Jackson’s album and has been your fanboy since. He was actually pissed that I wouldn’t tell him who you were. He’s been begging me to ask you for a feature for months.”

“Oh my gravy,” you looked at Chan, who was sitting too still for you not to notice. When you call his name, he takes one look at you and relaxes. He smiles and you feel better. “Before I decide, can I meet with him? There’s a lot of secrecy that has to be involved with me.” You turn your attention back to Bam Bam.

“Yeah, one sec,” Bam hits a number on speed dial and it starts ringing immediately. Your eyes widen in horror as he clicks the speaker phone.

“I DIDN’T MEAN RIGHT N-“

“Hello,” answers an eager male voice.

“Hey, dude. She wants to talk to you,” Bam hands his phone to you, smiling mischievously. You glare at him as you take the phone.

“Hi, Jungkook,” you greet with forced enthusiasm. Not because you didn’t want to speak to Jungkook, but because Bam Bam had forced you to do it now when you were wholly unprepared.

“H-hello, Miss NK,” he sounds nervous. You snort in a very unlady like manner that makes a smile flit across Chan’s features.

“There’s no ‘Miss’ needed, Jungkook. We’re the same age and you debuted before I even showed up in South Korea. If anyone should be respectful with their greetings, it should have been me. I’m sorry I greeted you so casually.” You hear his chuckle over the phone.

“I thought you were like, way older than me and I was super nervous about it.”

“Geez, Bam. You could have at least told him my age.” Said boy simply shrugged like it wasn’t his problem. “So, Jungkook, Bam tells me you want to collab?”

“Yes, absolutely. Your voice is really unique and I like it a lot. I do a lot of covers for my fans but I want to release a special song that I think they would love. But, the thing is, I need a female voice for my song.”

“Why me and not one of the staff members? I remember one of your members using a staff member in Seesaw.” You knew which member, but you weren’t gonna openly say it.

“Yeah, but that was for an album. And she got a lot more attention than she wanted. So I wanted to work with someone else,” there was a pause like he wanted to say something else. A hesitation before he spoke again. “I’m a really big fan of your voice. I would be extremely honored if I could work with you.”

You thought about it for a second before replying. It’s not like you’ve never featured before. And you were sure your surprisingly growing fan base would be happy to hear from you again. But there was still something you had to discuss with him.

“Before I agree to anything, there is something you have to understand,” you started, gathering his full attention. He hummed in affirmation. “No one can find out who I am. I’m more than just some hidden artist. I have a life outside of the music and if I’m found out, it can cause a lot of trouble for me. If I do this with you, you have to swear that you won’t sell me out.”

“I would never do such a thing! I promise! I won’t tell anyone anything. Please work with me,” Jungkook pleaded through the phone. You couldn’t say no to that. You’d be a terrible person if you turned him down now.

“Okay, I’ll work with y-“

“YES! You won’t regret it. This is going to be so much fun, I’m so excited to work with you.” You could hear his genuine excitement. It was almost palpable, even through the phone.

“Do you mind if we meet in person before we work on anything? I trust that you won’t talk, but you still have to sign a contract. JYP’s rules.”

“Yeah, totally. Whatever you need.” You let out a sigh of relief.

“When are you available?”

“I can meet you whenever tomorrow. We’re on a break right now.”

“Okay, can you come to the JYP building tomorrow? I’ll have someone meet you downstairs and you can come up to the studio to talk.”

“Okay, just text me the time!” You bid him goodbye and you huff back into the couch as Bam hangs up. You glare at him.

“Because you didn’t give me a chance to think everything over before speaking to him, you can get him from downstairs.” You would not be lenient today, you will resist Bam’s charms.

“Yes, ma’am,” he mock salutes you as he gets up from the couch to leave. “Thanks for doing this, Y/N. I’m pretty sure you just made Jungkook’s entire year.” He leaves with a final smile before you’re left alone with Chan once more.

“You were pretty quiet during the call.” When you give him your undivided attention, you notice how tense he is. “Can you do me a favor tomorrow, Chan?”

“What’s that?” he asks as he forces himself to sit back in the chair. He’s giving you a look that you can’t decipher.

“Can you please be there with me tomorrow? I don’t want to be left alone.” Chan smiles, getting up and sitting beside you on the couch. He wraps one arm around your shoulder and the other takes one of your hands.

“Of course. I’m always there for you, you know that.” His words make butterflies explode in your stomach and you’re perfectly content to stay where you are right now forever. And that sudden thought scares you.

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