Nights in the Studio - Taejoon

Before 2

Namjoon's POV

I lean heavily in the chair for the fifth time that night. I look at the clock. It's past eleven.

"Hell" I whisper to me remembering that there is a recording of Run tomorrow "I will look terrible" I laugh at the face that I will surely have in front of the camera, it makes me feel bad for the makeup artist.

I offend myself with the beauty that is my haggard face in the reflection of the computer: my hair is a mess, my ears are tired, and I can no longer bear the shape of the chair. I'm working on one of the missing B-sides, a song for the vocal line. It's not that I don't like doing this kind of thing, but my throat is failing me; Of course, for Jimin it will not be a problem to get here, but for mortals like me, reaching those 'na na na'  is as if they cut our throats with the ease of butter.

Despite that, the lyrics make me happy. I'll have to wait for Yoongi Hyung to deliver his part of it to see if it goes along with the concept. I tell him a thousand times but a thousand times he shuts my mouth with something great that makes me have to redesign the whole song. I love that bastard, even though he didn't stay to help me until this hour, and he left me alone in the study, and probably in the building fixing all these details in the album. But hey, someone has to do it.

I type a little more and check the rhythm one more time, it is not complicated at all, but the chords are very weak, it is a boring dilemma for my brain that wants to give up. I take my drink only to realize that I have no more coffee left and then I make up my mind: Fuck it, I have to sleep.

I get up slowly and turn off the equipment, pick up my empty coffee glass and throw it in the trash can, set the table and prepare to go out in silence, turning off the lights. A yawn greets me at the door as I open the knob, careful not to be too abrupt, I've already jammed it once and that's enough.

I imagine my bed and unconsciously the bed next to it... my room and the tranquility of an spring night; I can almost smell it. I groan a little low when a figure coming out of the next studio makes me turn around.

"Oh hi hyung" He says with his deep and tired voice as he closes his door and approaches slowly.

"Taehyung, what are you doing here?"

"Nothing in particular, just a song for my mixtape." He smiles.

"I didn't know you were working on it yet." He shruggs and hides his face to cough a bit. 

"Yes, I, I have problems with the lyrics ..."

"Right" I say, clearing my throat "well, are you going home?"

He played with his hands a little "I mean...where else could I go?" I smile a little at his comment and I shake my head to tell him to come with me. 

We get to the elevator and upon entering I decide to press the button for the ground floor, when Taehyung does the same and our fingers meet. I remove mine immediately. "Excuse me," I say, he pauses for a moment and then presses the button.

When we arrive at the reception, a car is waiting to take us home, we both get in and I decide to sit in the back, taking advantage of the fact that the seat is darker and my eyes implore me to rest. To my surprise, Taehyung decides to follow me and sits on the other side, staring at the window.

I dare to look at his profile carefully, even with his messy hair and hidden hands he is still really handsome. I remember how he was when I first met him...a strange brat, but cute. He continued with the same old look, the same smile and the same pout when he speaks, it seems that the years do not pass for him. What a damn envy.

He turns his head suddenly and our eyes meet.

Definitely. He is the same old Tae.

He lowers his head and I smile sideways. "Tae," he picks his head up again and looks at me "if you have problems with that song I can help you if you want." 

"Seriously?" I lower my head and scratch the back of my palm.

"I mean, only if you want to, if not then forg-" 

"I do!" He says excited and I feel startled. He clears his throath and repeat shyly "I do." I look at him and nod, his eyes widen and I have to get my shit together to turn to the window, before I do something I might regret.

I listen how he shivers from the cold night. I want to feel him close.

Maybe if I hug him...

I try to reach him with my hand but stop at the last second.

No.

I shut my mind and focus on how heavy my eyes feel, until I finally surrender and fall asleep.