Chapter 4: Cracks
From TN's perspective
The days passed, and although the atmosphere remained tense between them, something subtle was beginning to change.
They weren't ignoring each other as much anymore. They still argued, yes, but there was a strange rhythm to those fights, as if they were getting to know each other in the midst of the clash. Sometimes, Y/N felt that he was even looking for the argument. As if provoking it was his way of communicating.
That afternoon, the building was quieter than usual. Several team members had gone out to a meeting, and Suga was working in the studio while Y/N reviewed some notes nearby. The song on loop was soft, melancholic, completely opposite to his usual demeanor.
"Do you want to hear something?" he asked suddenly, breaking the habit of not speaking to her unless necessary.
Y/N looked up, surprised.
-Me?
Is there anyone else here?
She couldn't help but give a small, sarcastic smile as she put on the headphones he handed her. An unpolished demo played, a simple backing track with a nostalgic piano and lyrics still in progress.
"What do you think?" he asked without looking at her, while pretending to adjust levels on the console.
—It's... sad. But beautiful. It sounds like someone trying to say something they're not quite ready to say.
For the first time, he turned his head toward her with a gesture that was neither annoyance nor indifference. It was... curiosity.
—Do you always analyze everything like this?
"Only when something affects me," Y/N said, shrugging. "Is it personal?"
He hesitated. It wasn't common to see him hesitate. But this time, he didn't respond with sarcasm or evasiveness.
"A little," he finally said. "I wrote it after a tour. Everything looks perfect from the outside, but sometimes it feels... empty."
Y/N looked at him. For the first time since she'd known him, Suga seemed human. Not the unflappable idol. Not the perfectionist artist. Just a guy who felt lonely, from time to time.
"I understand," she whispered. "Loneliness sometimes hides even when surrounded by people."
Silence. But not uncomfortable. It was a different kind of silence. Almost shared.
"You're weird," he finally said. But it didn't sound like an insult.
—Thanks, I guess.
A slight curve appeared at the corner of her lips. A smile? Fleeting, but real.
And for the first time, Y/N felt that maybe, just maybe, Min Yoongi didn't hate her as much as it seemed.