“No,” Harlowe answered quickly, barely giving Hanbin the opportunity to get his complete sentence out. She was in one of her (rather frequent) moods where all she wanted to do was ignore the world and hyper-fixate on whatever her challenge was at the moment. For now, it was her next release– something that was nothing more than hopeful ambition in her head as she tried to get all her ducks in a row before approaching her CEO about it. From experience, she knew better than to think that her company would translate her ideas into something she took pride in, but this was yet another example of her expecting the worst from her new label before even giving them the chance to provide their best. So she wrote, and wrote, and rewrote, cursed, gave up and started over, ready to have as many songs prepared to show as possible. “I’m just writing. Trying to write.” And failing pretty miserably at it, by her standards. Looking over the scribbles of Hangul and English lyrics, she scratched the last line out before glancing up at the male. “If you need me to shut up, you can say so. I’ll even look past the informal speech for the time being.”
It was her slight mumbling that had gotten his initial attention. The phrases, though barely audible, seemed like she was speaking to someone. It was clear after that he misunderstood what was happening. He wanted to be safe and not seem rude for not answering. Being safe only left him with slight embarrassment for interrupting something that had nothing to do with him.
Hanbin’s attention was soon caught yet again, ears perking up at the sound of “writing”. Writing was definitely in his neck of the woods.
With the personality of a shy child, especially around women, he tossed and turned with the idea of offering his lyrical experience. He knew little of the girl next to him, only the fact that she was in the same industry and he was. That’s about as far as his knowledge went. Who knew if she was even aware of who he was? Being apart of such a respected and well-known company such as YG you’d think she would be able to place name to his face as one of the newest idols, but he didn’t want to seem cocky off the bat and assume.
“I’m B.I...” His introduction was a little awkward, his smile curved subtly on his lips as he bowed his head politely. It looked more like a small nod, if we’re being honest. “...I write my own songs and for iKON...my group, iKON.” Why was this always so difficult? She’s just another human. Pull it together. “I can help.”