Hatching

Recording

Weeks had passed since their LA trip. The producers, Namjoon, Yoongi and Hobi finally had finished the demos for the new album. They had already recorded a few of the songs, but now they were going to record the last two. 

"Alright! Let's go!" Jimin shouted feeling hyped. They all had just come from dance practice so they were all pretty high in spirits. 

"Alright Jungkook, you start off with the rap." Hobi instructed. Jungkook got ready and started rapping. "Was that okay? I haven't rapped in a while..." 

"Can try again from the second line?" 

"Okay." Jungkook tried but Namjoon shook his head, indicating that it still didn't have the right sound. 

"Try going a little more gritty...like a growl..." Namjoon advised. He was standing behind Yoongi was the one on the control seat. 

"Hyung, I don't think my voice suits this part. Maybe Yoongi hyung's voice would be better. I don't have that kind of voice." Jungkook paused looking at the rapline, wondering what they would say. 

"What if...I think Dawa should give it a try. You guys are looking for a deep voice, he has the deepest out of all of us." Jin suggested. Everyone looked at Dawa who was on the very edge of the couch talking on the phone in french. 

"Um let's ask him after he's done on the phone. Meanwhile, Jungkook try the second verse. 

"...I'm 18, I know all that stuff/That girls are the best creatures in the world/Yes, I'm a bad boy, so I like bad girl/Come on baby, we are meant to be..." He finished off. Then he looked back at his members. 

"That was great! I think you should stick with this lyrics." Hobi complimented as he gave a thumbs up. 

Dawa had finished his phone call. "Sorry, my star had a french quiz and wanted me to help her practice." 

"That's fine, but we were wondering if you wanted to try and rap...the part that was originally for Jungkook. We switched your parts, if that's okay with you." Namjoon caught him up, he was holding on tightly to the back of Yoongi's chair, his knuckles turning white. 

"Sure." 

Taehyung grabbed Dawa's wrist causing him to stop. "Who's your star?" Dawa stared down at him. Taehyung let out a cough, letting Dawa's arm go. "Sorry, I didn't mean to make you mad." Taehyung watched Dawa's facial expression, the frown deepening even more. He didn't understand what he had said wrong but Dawa's eyes were glaring daggers at him. 

"Taehyung...I"m not mad. I'm confused." Dawa explained. "Did I say my star?"

"Hyung, you look really scary when you're confused. I think it's the eyes! But yeah, you said "My star had a french test..." Taehyung explained, letting out a sigh of releif. 

"Oh! I meant Essie, we, My mom and I call her star because her name means star." Dawa explained as he went to get ready to record. Dawa started out his verse, everyone was digging the vibe until he messed up the lyrics. 

"Sorry. How...how do I say this?" 

"Delicious. You have to make the second syllable sound more softer" Namjoon tried to explain in English since everytime they tried to explain in Korean he failed. 

"Delicious." 

"Like that! Okay start from the forth line." Yoongi guided and they continued to record. 

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"Who knew you could rap so well?" Jimin nudged him, causing him to suddenly fall. 

Jimin tried t catch him and failed, but managed to grab his hand. "I'm sorry, I forgot about your left leg-"

"It's okay, it didn't hurt." Dawa assured as they headed home. Except from Hobi and Yoongi who decided to do some last minute touches on their almost perfect album. 

Taehyung cut off their conversation strating on a whole different topic. "Wait, sometiimes when Namjoon translate I remember him calling your sister star and you moon...does your name mean moon then?" Sometimes Essie and their mom would ask them to talk to the members just to say hi, which is why Namjoon translated. Otherwise when Dawa is talking on the phone he doesn't translate for privacy. 

"Yeah."

"What a coincidence!"

"Not really, I named her. My french teacher told me the old latin term for star, stella, and then I did some reserch and found Essie as a name. Then my mom told me I was going to have a younger sister. I insisted that I name her Essie since it meant star and mine meant moon, so we could sort of matching." Dawa felt weird explaining a story about him when he was younger. He didn't like to talk about himself so he decided to change the topic. 

"I can't believe we're having a comeback soon." And just like that everyone started excitedly talking about it.

They all were entering their small dorm room. It was almost midnight, the moon was bright and they were all enjoying each other's presence. 

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Later that night, Dawa woke up to use the bathroom. He went about doing his business and was about to go back to bed until he realized that the lights in the living room were on. He went to turn it off and noticed Namjoon sitting their on his phone. 

"Joon, you okay?"

"Yeah. I just couln't sleep." 

"You're not going to get any sleep if keep staring at your phone." Dawa replied. He wasn't a big fan of his phone and phones in general. He only used it for communication. He only answered to his mother's phone calls and never texted anyone back unless it was needed. 

Namjoon let out a dry chuckle knowing that Dawa was right. "They just keep coming. The hate comments." Namjoon sighed. "I'm glad the others can't really understand English, I think they're worse but their are Korean once too." 

Dawa grabbed the phone out of Namjoon's hand. "I'm not going to say ignore them because that's hard to do. But limit yourself. And it's not your fault that they have such low standards." Dawa angrily spoke. He didn't even check the comments, he didn't want to nor did he care what the haters had to say. "You have Army. And you have us. Besides, there are always going to be haters. No matter how many fans we have and will have their will be people who won't like us or our music. And it's not our job to please them, our job is to make the music we like and share our love of music with others who will listen. Our job is to give a voice to those who don't have one." Dawa wasn't sure if what he was saying was getting through to Namjoon. He didn't know how to get Namjoon's mind off of the comments that he had read. So he was just quietly sitting next to Namjoon. 

"How about we play a game...Jenga. Everytime we take out a piece successfully, we get to ask a question for the other person." Dawa proposed. He knew that Namjoon wasn't going to sleep, but he didn't want Namjoon to be alone with his thoughts. He of all people knew how dangerous that could be. 

"Okay." Namjoon agreed reluctantly.