Chapter 5: Noise in the Head
From Suga-Min-yoongi's perspective
I didn't know exactly when it became a problem.
At first, it was easy. A new translator. Just another member of the team. Professional. Efficient. Nothing too unsettling.
But since Y/N arrived, something started to make noise.
It wasn't her voice. Nor her presence. It was the way she looked at him. As if she could see more than what he was saying. As if she didn't buy his coldness or his curt replies. And that, somehow, disarmed him.
Especially today.
He'd shown her a song that wasn't finished yet. Something he didn't usually do. Not even with the guys. It was an intimate, personal demo. And she... she'd understood it. Not with technical jargon. Not with empty praise. She'd felt it. And that messed with his head more than he wanted to admit.
"Loneliness sometimes hides even when surrounded by people," she had said.
He couldn't get that phrase out of his mind.
There was something about her that didn't fit his idea of "staff." She wasn't submissive, neutral, or quiet. She challenged him. She argued with him. She told him things as she saw them, without sugarcoating them.
And for some reason, I couldn't stop looking for her when she entered the studio.
He couldn't help but notice how she tied her hair back when she concentrated. Or how her lips pursed when she read silently. Small gestures that before would have seemed insignificant, but now distracted him more than he admitted.
"Are you okay?" asked Namjoon, who had just entered without him noticing.
—Yes. Thinking.
—Did Y/N say anything to you?
Suga looked at him, uncomfortably.
—Why are you asking that?
Namjoon shrugged, amused.
—Just because you haven't argued with her in a while. And you have that "I don't know what I feel but I don't want to feel it" look on your face.
Suga scoffed, looking back at the screen.
—Nothing's wrong with her.
"Sure," Namjoon said, smiling as he left. "Whatever you say."
He was left alone again, but his leader's words resonated with him more than he wanted to admit.
Because maybe... something was going on with her.
And that thought, rather than scaring him, began to intrigue him.