Cyrene's POV

3, 2, 1 'Cyrene!,' I hear Taehyung yell, I hear another scream coming from Jimin's room I smile sipping my tea at my desk. Starting to inspect the phone data on my computer, 'What the hell is that?' Taehyung points down to his plate of toast.

'Toast,' Jimin rushes through the door him holding his plate as well, I sit back slightly smirking at the boys,' Its an Australian delicacy,' I smile looking at my masterpiece of trouble.

'This is not toast,' Jimin points down,' it tastes horrible,' he eeks sticking his tongue out. I nod and stand, I looked down to the piece of toast.

'Of course not even most Australians can eat that much vegemite,' the toast smothered in 3 spoonfuls of vegemite sits in the boys hands, 'this is what vegemite on toast is supposed to look like,' I pull over my plate and show a delicate piece of toast with a soft but dark brown centre, I take a bite savoring my childhood.

'Look,' Taehyung points to his plate eyes wide,' our toast is nearly black!' He raises his voice slightly.

'We're not even Australian and you put this much on my toast,' Jimin whines putting out his plate for me to observe, the dark swirl covering the centre of the toast, 'What did I do?' Jimin whines.

'You took pictures and Taehyung, you,' I say pointing a finger, 'you know what you did,' I glare slightly as they leave huffing, suckers.

I turn my head back towards my computer, the files transferring quickly. My eyes go wide as i see the first couple words of each file. I scan through them shocked and appalled. Kidnapping, sabotage and even assault. I click through the files taking notes on the information given to the thugs, i took notes scribbling frantically as i took in all the information, memorizing, theorising like i usually did for the boys music videos but this had indisputable evidence, someone in Bighit was trying to take down BTS and Bang Pdnim.

I searched for hours and hours, the traitor naming themselves P. no other information given except his horrible intentions, take down BTS and leave Ceo Bang broke homeless and my breathe leaves my I gasp, the final file. "The ultimate plan is to have Bang dead" the korean was jumbled and barely made sense but the words stuck out I had to tell him. I looked at the time 3pm, I facepalm rubbing my forehead in slow circular motions. I need a break

I walked to my wardrobe and pick up some leggings and my sports bra, the soft material feeling comfortable in my hands, i slide off my other clothes and throw on the outfit checking myself quickly in the mirror, booty I say to myself admiring the figure I had worked so hard on.

Stepping out I head to the elevator, my runners tapping the floor lightly, I press the number 4 button slowly ascending to the fourth floor, the door chimes as I walk out past the Rkive, music playing, working hard as always, as a soft but upbeat melody continuesto ring through my ears.

My eyes light up as I see the gym, not overly exquisite but had every machine to work the major muscles but catching my eye was the gleaming hardboards of a free weight/ exercise room with a giant mirror.

'Wow' I say out loud, and in the centre away from the gym mats, weights and dumbbells sat a large Bluetooth stereo system, 'Perfect,' I grin eagerly, keen to dance away my frustrations and pent up stress, 'Lets start with something fun,'

Jhope's POV

I slam my hand down making a loud thud, 'What the...,' I hear Namjoon say quietly, I shake my head, palming it slightly. I growl at myself

'Come on I just had the lyrics,' I stand up tipping the chair over in the process, I pace back and forth thinking, hoping it would come back to me, I groan frustrated, they were right there the lyrics but I knew myself I would change them inevitably, 'I need to blow off some steam.'

I shake my head and continue walking down the hall, the free weights room, I get closer and hear music playing, it was mic drop, I peer through the window, Cyrene I stare as she imitates my starting position then popping to every beat, perfectly as if it was I performing, she had mastered the choreography and it was undeniably impressive to watch such skill.

Sweat glistens on her forehead, obviously dancing for a while, i slowly open the door and hide from the mirrors view, she dances but it cuts to the chorus a mashup, she dances swinging her amrs by her side and I smile and jump in behind on Taehyung's part,' What the...,' I smile at the from the mirror but the music swaps and switches to dope, I nearly trip as she changes choreo smoothly.

'How did you?' I laugh adjusting to the choreo

'Skill,' she smirks back her ponytail swinging as we dance but it changes again and this time I fall, she stops the music and starts laughing as I stand back up. I brush the dust off and give her a look, 'What Mister Hobi can't keep up,' I smile sheepishly.

'No it just changes at the weirdest times,' I rub the back of my neck slightly embarrassed, upshowed by Cyrene's dancing.

'Just gotta get good,' Her australian lingo confuses me and she laughs harder as I stand there trying to decipher what she means, 'Should just get better then,' she returns back to korean.

'What, I'm the underground dancer and lead dancer of bangtan, how can you say that?' She smiles and walks closer pulling a piece of loose hair away from my face.

'I'm just being naughty,' she smiles and starts stretching her legs, 'So what are you doing here?' She asks facing me while I still sit on the floor my arms holding me up.

'I'm struggling to write some lyrics, for the latest album of course,' she turns and smiles brightly at me.

'Can i pretty please know the name of the album,' she walks closer waddling trying to make herself cute.

'Ah whatever, its called Love Yourself: Tear,' She gasps and does a happy dance, parading around dancing slightly.

'So you writing lyrics for the title track or?'

'No the outro, the rapline is doing it,' she squeals again excitedly, her eyes fill with joy and passion, it was a beautiful sight.

'Okay I can help you but first i gotta know the concept and then we will dance some frustration off.'

'So the whole concept of the album is about the downfall and the otherside of love, being losing ones identity and...,'

She cuts me off, 'A tough subject for a lot of people but barely explored,' she nods her head pacing, 'What's the outro about?'

'Its about a break up between two people and dealing with the pain but realising the smaller things, your love, your effort, the thought of them being your all and it crashing around you,' I look to her softly.

'Have you ever felt that way as in one of your possible break ups?' she thinks to herself.

'Not really, I mean there was the girl who left me for another man but it was more like betrayl,' she thinks pacing around for a second before her eyes light up.

'Dance it,' I look at her puzzled, 'here let me,' she rushes to the speaker and plays a song, it's an English song. She listens to the song at first playing it part way through and gestures with her hand, 'See, I know you may not understand the lyrics but you can feel the music right, it's called a Jar of Hearts.'

'No I can't take one more step towards you...' The song plays out and she moves her body slowly, approaching the mirror, she grabs her hair moving her body with the movement, 'you lost the love I loved the most,' She falls down before slowly standing, 'And who do you think you are running around leaving scars,' She jumps outstretching her arms before rolling on the ground bringing her knees and arms up towards her chest. She stops and looks at me smiling.

'You lead,' I move to her she plays the song, I am unsure, not used to working with a female partner at such close proximity, but I trust her.

I move swaying she mirrors my movements, I grab a hold of her waist and she spins turning her back on me, yes I understand, I twist her around and she pushes away shocking me for a second but falling down and rolling backwards, I slide towards her, raising her by her chin, I pull her in closer our faces centimetres apart, moving my hand I roll her head to the side our bodies flush but our heads facing away, I think I know, she steps through and I turn reaching for her waist, I pull her back slight she drags her feet along the ground, the song is mostly through I let her go and I grab her hands putting them into mine, we face each other, we come close again before simultaneously turning our backs and walking away our hands slightly touching as we part.

'Thank you,' I say breathless and sweaty.

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