Heath noticed the way you moved to his rap and thought your movements were very similar to that of a rapper. Sometimes when watched him write lyrics for a Team B song, you gave him suggestions for certain words and lines – suggestions that matched his lyrics perfectly. He had his doubts all along, and his doubts were cleared the day he paid you a surprise visit.

You were busy rapping in your secret studio and didn’t hear your phone’s notifications going off. Heath had been trying to call you, but when you didn’t reply, he got worried, so he came to find you. When he approached the door to your studio, he was shocked. Heath could make out your voice, but you weren’t talking, you were rapping. Out of curiosity, he opened the door slightly to hear you better.

The rapper made special notes of your beat, lyrics, and flow and was impressed, to say the least. When you finished practicing, Heath pushed open the door and started clapping. Startled by the sudden applause, you stepped back too fast and stumbled.

“(Y/N), are you okay?” The green-haired man rushed to your side and helped you stand up. “S-Sorry to startle you.”

“W-What are you doing here?” You asked with your eyes on a nearby wall, not wanting to meet his gaze.

“I tried calling and message you, but you didn’t reply…so I got worried,” he mumbled, “I would say sorry for showing up unannounced, but I’m happy I did.”

Your eyes snapped towards him, and for a moment, you analyzed his face before asking, “H-Happy?”

“Yes, I got to hear you rap,” he smiled softly, “but is there a reason you didn’t tell me you can rap?”

“I…u-um…” you didn’t want to finish the sentence, but Heath waited patiently for your answer.

“What if…people don’t like it?”

Your lover’s eyes widened at your reply and he sighed, “I..was always insecure when I started as well. But…I learned something important…I rap because I like to. If I live in the fear about what people will think, I won’t be able to get anywhere.”

“T-Then how…did you overcome your insecurity?” You asked curiously, wanting to know the secret behind his success.

The corners of his lips tugged up, “I knew there would be people who would support me, and there would be people who would dislike my work. So, I told myself to rap for the people who support me and ignore the people who don’t.”

He paused, rested his hand on your shoulder, and whispered, “I rap for my fans and for myself.”

“But…I don’t have any fan,” you lowered your eyes and bit your bottom lip.

“You do…you have me. I am your fan after just hearing one song,” he chuckled and kisses your forehead, “so, will you showcase your rap abilities for me?”