Title: Flow Pairing (or character): J-Hope/Suga Warnings: n/a Prompt: J-hope finds it hard to write lyrics and he gives up easily
Dance was easy, because it only had the limitations of Hoseok’s body and physical capabilities. He could feel the flow of his movement and picture himself perfectly from every angle. To Hoseok, dancing was as natural as walking.
Unfortunately, lyrics were different, and it frustrated the hell out of him. His words sounded bland, or unnatural, or simply didn’t convey a feeling that matched the track. He could rap any verse with confidence, navigating tongue twisters without slipping in a way that made other rappers take note. But when he was off the stage and in the studio, sitting by himself with that blank page staring back at him, he felt hopeless. More often than not, he would give up and head back to the dorms with nothing but a page full of scratched out words and incoherent rhymes.
“In order to write something meaningful, you need to have experiences,” Yoongi explained to him once, looking over his chicken scratch with an objective, non-judgmental eye. That was one of the things that Hoseok really liked about him – he kept things real. He wouldn’t insult another’s work just to boost his own self-esteem, but he wasn’t afraid to tell one of the members what they needed to practice, either. “You’re writing about love. You need to draw on the experiences you’ve had dating. Capture the feeling and try to find the words to express it. You can’t be too technical. Sometimes you just have to…you know, go with it.”
Hoseok frowned, pulling his knees against his chest as he stared across the space between their beds, watching Yoongi type away on his laptop. He couldn’t think of much to say, besides, “Why do they make us sign a no-dating contract, then? Seems kind of counterproductive.”
Hoseok watched Yoongi close his laptop, sliding it under his pillow and rolling over onto his back. He closed his eyes, a little smirk plainly visible on his bare face. “Because we look good as eligible bachelors,” he half-joked, eyes fluttering open to stare at the ceiling. “I don’t know. Sometimes I wonder how we’re supposed to get any experiences to write on. Cling to any bit of inspiration that you get, I guess…”
Hoseok nodded, rolling on his side to face Yoongi. He wasn’t sure what to say, what to make of it all – but he kept himself calm and quiet, weary eyes taking in the other rapper’s form as he relaxed. Pale skin and dark hair. It was a combination he’d always loved.
Do you taste as sweet as you look? The sentence sprung into Hoseok’s mind out of nowhere, but rather than embarrassment or disgust (both would have been equally appropriate in response to such a clichéd sentence), he clung to the words that had drifted through his mind. They had a feel to them, a flavor. Cloyingly sweet, romantic, hopeful. He shifted in his bed to grab his notebook, opening up to a fresh page and scrawling the sentence across the top.
He snuck another peek at Yoongi, taking in all that he could. Perfectly flawless skin, without a single blemish; smooth, pink lips, still turned up in the tiniest of smiles; dark brown hair mussed across his forehead.
For the first time that he could remember, the lyrics began to flow.
Flow - J-Hope/Suga
Pairing (or character): J-Hope/Suga
Warnings: n/a
Prompt: J-hope finds it hard to write lyrics and he gives up easily
Dance was easy, because it only had the limitations of Hoseok’s body and physical capabilities. He could feel the flow of his movement and picture himself perfectly from every angle. To Hoseok, dancing was as natural as walking.
Unfortunately, lyrics were different, and it frustrated the hell out of him. His words sounded bland, or unnatural, or simply didn’t convey a feeling that matched the track. He could rap any verse with confidence, navigating tongue twisters without slipping in a way that made other rappers take note. But when he was off the stage and in the studio, sitting by himself with that blank page staring back at him, he felt hopeless. More often than not, he would give up and head back to the dorms with nothing but a page full of scratched out words and incoherent rhymes.
“In order to write something meaningful, you need to have experiences,” Yoongi explained to him once, looking over his chicken scratch with an objective, non-judgmental eye. That was one of the things that Hoseok really liked about him – he kept things real. He wouldn’t insult another’s work just to boost his own self-esteem, but he wasn’t afraid to tell one of the members what they needed to practice, either. “You’re writing about love. You need to draw on the experiences you’ve had dating. Capture the feeling and try to find the words to express it. You can’t be too technical. Sometimes you just have to…you know, go with it.”
Hoseok frowned, pulling his knees against his chest as he stared across the space between their beds, watching Yoongi type away on his laptop. He couldn’t think of much to say, besides, “Why do they make us sign a no-dating contract, then? Seems kind of counterproductive.”
Hoseok watched Yoongi close his laptop, sliding it under his pillow and rolling over onto his back. He closed his eyes, a little smirk plainly visible on his bare face. “Because we look good as eligible bachelors,” he half-joked, eyes fluttering open to stare at the ceiling. “I don’t know. Sometimes I wonder how we’re supposed to get any experiences to write on. Cling to any bit of inspiration that you get, I guess…”
Hoseok nodded, rolling on his side to face Yoongi. He wasn’t sure what to say, what to make of it all – but he kept himself calm and quiet, weary eyes taking in the other rapper’s form as he relaxed. Pale skin and dark hair. It was a combination he’d always loved.
Do you taste as sweet as you look? The sentence sprung into Hoseok’s mind out of nowhere, but rather than embarrassment or disgust (both would have been equally appropriate in response to such a clichéd sentence), he clung to the words that had drifted through his mind. They had a feel to them, a flavor. Cloyingly sweet, romantic, hopeful. He shifted in his bed to grab his notebook, opening up to a fresh page and scrawling the sentence across the top.
He snuck another peek at Yoongi, taking in all that he could. Perfectly flawless skin, without a single blemish; smooth, pink lips, still turned up in the tiniest of smiles; dark brown hair mussed across his forehead.
For the first time that he could remember, the lyrics began to flow.