I glare at Yoongi as he steps on the elevator with me, him doing the same in return. The elevator is filled with tension and an unsettling silence. Until the elevator dings on the producing floor and we both bolt out of the elevator running like children, trying to get our pick on the producing room. I make it to the counter first, Yoongi hot on my tail. “Hi, room 1 please” I smile kindly to the lady behind the desk and take the key. “Thank you!” I reply kindly, slyly smirking at him-strawberry
Yoongi glare at her again as she glares right back at him. He didnt know why she is so competitive over being the best producer of song. Well, Yoongi was going to prove that he has the better producer than her, and he had his ways. Don't forget this competition has been going on for 6 months now, and there will be more months to count on.
Once she beated him to the counter, oh he was very pissed off. He wanted to push her right of the counter and ask for a room. Yet, since he was in a public place, he choose to keep his cool about it. Yoongi gave a smile, instantly the women realized it was fake, but still acted as herself. "Can you possibly give me my private room, if you have any?" Yoongi sarcasm proved that he had indeed won, as he showed the women from behind the counter 700 dollars worth of cash to get into the room he wanted. Yoongi slowly turned his head, giving her s a smirk, meaning that she can't do anything to stop him yet.