The atmosphere in the interview room was polished and professional, the kind of space designed to put people at ease. A sleek table, a couple of microphones, and a soft glow from the studio lights—it was meant to be comfortable. But from the way Namjoon’s shoulders tensed slightly, you could tell the conversation wasn’t going how he expected.

You had met him just fifteen minutes ago, exchanging brief, polite pleasantries before sitting down for the interview. He was calm, composed, even a little reserved at first. That was, until your questions started rolling in.

“So, when is BTS going to write a song entirely in English?”

Namjoon’s expression flickered, just for a second, before he offered a tight-lipped smile. His tone remained professional, but there was a sharpness to it now.

“I think we’ve made it pretty clear that we focus on music that feels genuine to us. If that happens to be in English, then maybe. But our roots are in Korean. That’s what BTS is.”

You nodded, scribbling down a note, watching as he adjusted his posture. His patience was still intact, but barely.

Leaning forward slightly, you asked, “Have you ever hooked up with an ARMY?”

This time, the shift in his demeanor was obvious. His jaw tensed, and when he laughed, it was humorless.

“That’s… an interesting question,” he said, tilting his head. “You know, out of all the things you could ask me about music, about artistry, about the years of work my group has put in, that’s what you choose?”

His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it now, something pointed, something that made you realize he was holding back what he really wanted to say.

There was no need for him to raise his voice. His sharp intelligence did all the work.